They have lived for centuries, but they still find themself feeling flummoxed as they observe the impossible inventiveness of the human species.

Stupidity in all its amazing forms, and the truly wonderous ways it put the innocent in the way of harm.

Intelligence was the opposite, but here too the balance wasn't there with enough weight to counter the incredible inability of the human mind to ignore history and repeat it ad nauseum.

Each time they entered the world in a new body, wading through the maturation process, unable to reveal themselves, because of the curse their own stupid elders laid upon their head.

Perhaps this next lifetime would bring the one soul who could see into their prison and release them from the cage. The one who had the key. The other half of their soul possibly cursed to the same mundane boredom of repeating kaleidoscopes of destructive scenarios.

They were Gods after all, one the lock, the other the pick to open it.

"Are you in there?"

The voice was seductive. Was it true? Hope was a fickle mistress. But she was all they had.

"Yes, I am. Free me?"

"Ah, but are you worthy?"