((Wrote this up as per GLoRToR's request. Feel free to edit if need be, Glor.))
Snow whipped through the air, carrying with it the beats of countless wings. Red, green, white. All mixed in the coming tide. A roar came from the multitude as the tower loomed into sight. Its spire stretched heavenwards in a grim mockery of what it once was. “He has betrayed Babylon! He has become insane!” The cries echoed through the wasteland, falling on wondering ears. The wind keened higher, mingling with the cries of pain and the sounds of destruction. Flame and ice mixed as one. A light broke through the clouds, piercing the onslaught of color. The tower stood tall. The gate remained impassable, its design twisted into something unnatural. The mad grin of its guardian loomed over the doors, inviting fools. “Iscariot! Let us in!” The maw of Hell opened. Bodies and limbs bled. A father looked blankly towards the sky. A son lay contorted on the pile. The Angels of Death stood watch, hastening the bodies to decay, their mouths bejeweled with red. He stood in the center, in the circle. His gaze flickered to each, resting on the girl, then the man. “It has come full circle. I have betrayed the ones for whom I betrayed my Father.” Cries of amazement, of anguish, of despair. “Get out.” Silence and destruction reigned. He left them to wonder about Fate. The other came, eyes small, teeth sharp. “We go.” They left. The Angels of Life stood tall, following on silvered wings. Three stood before the other, waiting. “You have been given a gift and could not decide what to do with it. You have fought over something as simple as a door.” The Three followed the clouds. Their wings cut the wind, cut the spire reaching for Heaven. It fell from Heaven to Earth, the stones crumbling, the hopes dying, the people lost. “You knew all along, didn’t you?” “Do you remember your question?” Lost is the tower of Babylon, Lost is the Angel, the Devil. His cries echoed across the trampled ground. “Don’t leave me! Not you too!” Lost is the Legacy of the gods.
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