God and Satan were the best of friends, they often played cloud-jousting or created new nebulas together. One day, as they sat on the rings of Saturn, looking out over the solar system towards Vega, God turned towards Satan and said;
"I'm bored, Lucifer."
"Bored? You can do anything you want, how can you be bored?"
"That's just it, nothing's a surprise, nothing's new. Being omniscient, omnipotent and all the other omnis, it's just so, omnidull."
Satan paused for thought as a comet burnt up on Jupiter's outer atmosphere.
"How about we have a wager."
"Lets have you create a world with tiny persons on it. Lets give them the choice on whether to worship you, or to decline and end up forever in my new nightclub as dancers and cleaners. I'm having terrible luck getting the demons to actually do any work"
"Hell? Is it any good, I haven't had the chance to pop down, the Holy Spirit gets tetchy if I go out for too long."
"It's okay, nice and warm, good range in music and lighting effects. I'm really just the money, I let Mogadon do all the customer stuff."
"So how do we do this wager then?"
"Well, lets write a book for them, it can contain some great story about how things are or were, but really it'll just be a quagmire of interpretation. Paint me and you as enemies and let them decide who's in the right. Give them about 10000 years and then we'll kill them all off before counting up the souls and announcing a winner."
"I like it, what do we get if we win?"
"Free tickets to the Fallen-Angel Disco Bash?"
"Deal, how shall we start?"
"Let's start at the start, my old friend." Said Satan, producing an angel-feather quill. God smiled and took it before producing a piece of papyrus from thin air. He looked once up at the constellation of Orion and then set to work. 'In the beginning...' he wrote.