Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

"An-Namrud, I think that... Maybe you don't need to build this tower."

It was a normal day, like any other. Every day was a repeat of the one before. The man who was the architect of the Tower of Babel hardly did anything other than work on the tower. He had shut himself away, except for the times when he needed a break or when his thoughts were in disarray. This was not common though, and he could go days without leaving his work space. What exactly was he doing in there? People could only guess.

An-Namrud looked at Ishmael like he was crazy, "I will just ignore that you said that."

"I'm serious. Is it really necessary to finish it? If something were to happen… if the tower just couldn't be finished.."

Ishmael shrugged and gave his brother a weak smile. It was clear what he was implying.

"Enough, I don't want to hear anymore. We are so close to finishing our work, why are you saying this now? No, just stop."

Submission (2)