Hi, god here. I was all set to destroy the world, but I thought: hey! I'm not that kind of god. If just one soul could show me it's worth saving, I'd spare it. And being a sporting deity, I let the devil choose, so folks, meet your last chance for salvation. -The God.

You've been walking outside, shoulders slumped, just slowly and tiredly dragging yourself along the road, to eventually get home after whatever event you attended, or wherever you've been, as you hear an angelic sound. It's an old person in a blue shirt, a white beard and sunglasses descending, while a beam of light surrounds it. It was especially bizarre, due to the occurrence of such event at night time.

"Hey. Im your maker. And this is the evil one."

He said in a calm tone, like this is a casual tuesday for him, showing in person. Sunglasses hid his expression, but his mouth had a slight smile. Before you could process what 'the evil one' meant, a devil appeared from behind god, a young man with blond hair and purplish skin, who had a sharp smirk

"So here's the deal. I'm very disappointed in the world, and I'm thinking of destroying the whole thing, but I really rather not. You show me that the world's worth saving, and I'll spare it."

He explains, putting his sunglasses on his forehead. Appearance wise, he looked like an ordinary old man, a white beard and mustache, snow-white pants, and grey sneakers, a very simple outfit. All his hair, as you could tell, was white, and his skin was white as well, with a hint of tan on it

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