"Mark my words, one day the Atlanteans will come for us and we need to strike the first blow. Let our gallu destroy their Charonte demons before their gods unleash the Charonte on us."
But Sin had known the future. He'd sensed it, and no one would believe him. "There's only so long you can hold a jackal by its ears before it turns on you, Father. We can't let these creatures live. Sooner or later, they will destroy us."
Enlil had scoffed at him. "You are a fool, Nana. We need them. You've seen the Atlanteans. This will keep them out of our beds... if you know what I mean." He'd looked past Sin to where Sin's wife sat with Ishtar. "And I know that you do."
Shamed to the depth of his soul, Sin had to catch himself before he attacked his father. So long as Enlil had possession of the Tablet, there was no way to defeat him. "My manhood doesn't need the backing of a demon army to secure it. You are sowing the seed of our own destruction."
"I am securing our future survival."
Disgusted with his father's unreasonableness, Sin had walked off. There was no convincing those who refused to see what they were shown.
On his way out, he'd passed by his wife. Ningal's gaze had met his aloofly until he'd glanced to her chest where she wore an Atlantean sun symbol. The seal of their pantheon. One corner of her mouth had turned up in a mocking smile.
He'd felt slapped to the core of his soul. How dare she flaunt her affairs so openly. But then Archon was a full god and he was not.
So be it.
"Ignore them."
Sin had continued on his way with Zakar, invisible to the others, by his side. It was a trick that Zakar had learned as a child. Even though it was dangerous, Sin was grateful for his brother's support. "Easier said than done."
"Ningal is a faithless bitch. Don't worry about her. I'll make her dream of snakes and gorgons every night when she tries to sleep."
Sin had smiled at the thought. But it didn't distract him from what troubled him most. "I'm right about this, Zakar. I know it."
"I'm sure you are. But none of them are going to listen to you. They're so afraid of the enemy outside that they are blind to the one they're creating in their own house. It's never the invader from outside who destroys the kingdom. It's always the one from within. That one person trusted who didn't deserve it. The one liar who smiles in your face and then spits on your charity because they think they deserve more for no other reason than they want it."
Zakar was right. But it changed nothing.
Sin had paused in the garden to look at him. "What can I do to stop this?"
"Be the last one standing, Brother. Let them play their games and spew their venom. In the end, they are the ones their poison will destroy. Nothing negative survives for long. They will turn on each other because they know no other way."
"And the world outside? What of it? The humans who look to us for protection? What will happen to them once the gallu are released?"
"They will have their champions. We will be there, you and I. We won't let the demons hurt them."
Only Zakar wasn't standing anymore and neither were the warriors they had once trained to fight the gallu. The humans were all dead and the demons had torn Zakar down and tortured him until there was nothing left but a shell of a man who had once walked with the powers of a god.
It was sobering and horrifying.
Suddenly Sin felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He turned with his lip curled, expecting to see his wife.
Instead, it was Kat. She looked like an angel standing there, and it made his entire body burn. He'd never been happier to see anyone.
"What are you doing here?" he asked her.
"I brought her to you."
Sin turned back to his brother, who was now circling them. "I don't understand."
"This isn't a dream, Sin. It's a war." Zakar shot a blast of fire at him.
Even though it was a dream, it knocked him off his feet and burned his chest. Gasping, Sin rolled until the fire was out. He looked up at Zakar. "What are you doing?"
Zakar threw out his hand and a barbed whip coiled around Sin's forearm. He hissed in pain as Zakar jerked the whip and wrenched his arm out of joint.
Kat turned on Zakar.