Four Years Later

"Tonight, my ministers..." Nimrod said as he held up a chalice of wine high up in the air. The twelve tribal chiefs sat around the table and looked on. They sat in the holy temple and the feeling of sanctity filled the room. "Is going to be a day recorded in history for generations."

He shouted: "Semiramis! Bring in the ram."

Semiramis walked into the room with a strange spear in her hand and slammed it on the marble floor. Nimrod stood up: "What is this insult, Semiramis. What are you doing? And where is the sacrificial ram?" "Chiefs. Leave!" Semiramis ordered.

"What? They're not going to listen to you. They're loyal to their king." Nimrod said.
Surprisingly enough, the twelve chiefs stood up and walked out of the room.
"What the hell?!" He shouted
"That's right. Hell, not Heaven, is where you're going to tonight. And I will conveniently replace you as the ruler of Shinar."
"Not as long as I wield the King of Spades, traitress!" Nimrod unsheathed his sword and ran towards Semiramis with a classic barbarian war cry. She raised her spear at him and parried the lunge with an admirable swoop. She spun around and kicked Nimrod hard on the side of his torso, breaking his ribs.
He swung his sword at her with rage and she instantly ducked the slash. She panned the sword with the spear and kicked Nimrod in the face. Expecting a reaction before his next attack, she was shocked to see him immediatly stab her, as if he didn't feel the kick in the face.

He laughed. "Yes, I know. Clever aren't I?"
The blood spurted onto her hands. She gasped, and then smiled.

The wound sealed.

She smiled as she waved the top of the spear and he saw the inscriptions of Devic symbols. His eyes widened in horror. "You... Created a Token."
She laughed. "Yes, I know. Clever aren't I?"
"But... Why?" He asked.
"Oh. Nimrod, you selfish bastard. Don't you know that we ALL want to be immortal?"
She screamed and flung her spear at him but he dodged it with a back-flip. She ran towards him screaming with relentless lunacy. She called out to the Queen of Spades and it flew back into her hands.

He swung his sword at her for what seemed like a dozen times and in each time she expertly blocked his attack.
The two metals clanged as the two fighters paused. They panted and gasped as they struggled to gain as much breath as they could before someone made the next move.

They looked at each other with hatred and uncontrollable power.

But... Something was wrong.

She looked at her spear and tried to pull it, but it was stuck. No, she was stuck. She couldn't move. Semiramis looked on in confusion.
Suddenly Semiramis' mouth opened in horror as the image in front of her tore.

There was an implosion.

They looked around. It was somewhere else. It smelt foul.
They were in a place that looked similar to the room they were in, but instead of a table there was a large stone slab on top of a stream. Nearby there was a throne, but not Nimrod's. It was the same one that Semiramis saw in her dream. Semiramis looked around then realized, that it wasn't Nimrod that cast this spell, but herself.

She let go of the object she was carrying (which was now a long shadowy object with shiny symbols on top of it) and looked at Nimrod. His skin color was now a little lighter. There was a strange mark on one part of his face, he had a larger chest and was much taller. The sword on his hand was now a shadow with little shiny symbols and ethereal elements encircling those symbols; those were the souls entrapped in the devic letters.

"Hello Cain." She said.
Cain looked at her with a frown: "What is this. What kind of spell have you cast on me, Semiramis?... Wait, you're not Semiramis."
Instead of Semiramis he saw another woman, tall with strange eyes, long black hair and bronze skin.
The woman covered her face and laughed hysterically.
"I am Inanna. Welcome to the underworld. My recluse, my kingdom. Or part of it. And this is not a spell, but rather, an unspell. To open our eyes, and see what's real. In your case, you are really Cain. You killed young Nimrod, didn't you, and then took over his body. So you really live up to your name, accursed one."

"I see what's going on here." Cain said with a nod. "And you have been reborn in Semiramis in order to walk the Earth again... Inanna, ancestress of the Eridians and the Babylonians. But you didn't just randomly pick her. You nurtured her. You knew her mother didn't you. A priestess of yours perhaps. But what was your plan? To take over my kingdom?"

"Oh, my dear Cain. You cannot fathom it. Countless years ago, before you were even born, there was a prophecy, sacred to me. I am merely fulfilling it."

She nodded then gasped as she remembered something then pointed at him. "Wait... You! It was your father and mother that took over my home and banished my family."
Cain frowned: "What are you talking about?"
Inanna: "I'll spare you the words, and I'll let you SEE my story."
Tears trickled down her magical eyes as she said: "The story of my people."

She raised her hand at him and he fell asleep.

(The Story Continues...)