In ancient Mesopotamia, the locals would depict amazing stories or epic poems, carved into clay tablets. One of the more obscure / interesting tale was about the brother gods that reside in the ‘land above’, and how the two would always argue over who would be the first to feast at the next harvest.

The stories describe one of the brothers as loud, fat and had a tendency to always repeat each of his words for no apparent reason. However he was indeed wise for his age and would show mercy, but only to those who would sacrifice a goat or two when the white mist shroud the land above.

The other brother however was more volatile, I’ll-tempered, and quick to judge. But, he was swift in bringing Justice to the lands below and spared no one, even his most loyal worshipers.

Then one day, as the locals were constructing a mural honoring a false hero, the two brothers looked down with disgust. They could not fathom why the locals were honoring someone so vile and with no honor that they decided to teach them a lesson…

With ancient decree, and with a loud voice, the first born issued stern warning and proclaimed the sentence for their crimes… his words echoes throughout the land, shaking the hills, swaying the mountains. Even the red dragon from the North, awaken from its slumber, covered its ears and shivered at the sound…

Then came the younger, traveling from each corner of the world, even into the forbidden lands beyond the ice wall, reared his mighty fist high into the heavens, looked down upon the wretched and speared his wrath of light into the center of the mural, splitting it into a thousand pieces… and each piece again into a thousand more pieces.

Those who survived the magnificent blast awoke, dazed but freed from the spell they were under. For generations the Mesopotamians would not seek to build false murals for false prophets…. But as we all know, Mesopotamia is no more, but the ‘brother gods’ are eternal and looking down on us.