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The day of the solar eclipse arrived with a heavy anticipation that hummed through the streets of Babylon. The city was alive with a frenzied energy as people gathered in the square, dressed in the finest robes and flowing garments, ready to witness the celestial event that had been foretold. The sun hung high in the sky, its warmth almost unbearable, as everyone moved in the direction of the temple—eager, reverent, and caught in the magic of the moment.

Lulu stood beside the King, her hand resting gently on her son Asher's small shoulder. Her robes, rich with the finest silks and golden threads, shimmered in the sunlight, as if she were both a queen and a goddess. Her long dark hair, now styled with gold adornments, cascaded down her back in soft waves, adding to her regal presence. Her face, partially obscured by delicate golden chains that draped beneath her eyes, caught the sun's rays, casting intricate shadows across her skin. The chains sparkled like a veil of the heavens, a testament to her high status and the weight of her role in this sacred moment.

The King, tall and imposing, was draped in royal crimson and gold, his robe embroidered with symbols of power and divine right. His crown, a symbol of Babylon's might, rested heavily on his brow. As they walked toward the temple, his stern face bore the burden of the occasion—the eclipse, the sacrifice, and the weight of his people's devotion. His eyes flickered to Lulu now and then, but the intensity of the ceremony and the importance of the day kept him focused on the task ahead.

Asher, the young prince, was held close to his mother. His small frame was adorned in a tunic of soft blue and gold, his innocence contrasting the gravity of the moment. He clung to Lulu, his eyes wide with curiosity, unaware of the darker implications of what was to come. His childish innocence shone through, especially when he glanced up at Dean and Sam as they followed behind, unsure of where they were going or what role they were supposed to play.

Dean and Sam moved through the streets with a sense of reluctant duty. The 'gods' had chosen them—whatever that meant—and now they were participants in this strange, otherworldly ceremony. They only wished no humans sacrifice would be made.

Sam, still processing the events of the previous night and the strange allure of Babylon, kept his eyes on the path ahead, trying to make sense of it all. Dean, on the other hand, walked with his usual nonchalance, though his mind was a whirl of confusion. He couldn't shake the memories of what had happened earlier that morning—of Amara, the warmth of her touch, the intoxication of Babylon's magic, and the inexplicable pull he felt toward Lulu. The tension in the air felt like something was about to snap, and Dean couldn't quite decide whether he should fear it or embrace it.

As they walked, the streets began to quiet, the hum of prayers filling the air as the people of Babylon gathered in front of the grand temple. The temple loomed before them, a colossal structure of stone and marble that seemed to rise up like a mountain from the earth. Its towering columns were adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient gods, celestial bodies, and the myths that formed the foundation of Babylonian belief. Massive bronze doors, decorated with images of the sun and the moon, stood open, inviting the faithful inside.

And all the brothers could think off was; one day everything shall be destroyed. One day, this magnificent city would be ashes and ruins in Iraq.

Inside the temple, the air was thick with incense, swirling in the heavy heat of the day. The walls of the inner sanctum were lined with gold and lapis lazuli, shining like the heavens themselves. The altar was a large, stone slab in the center of the room, its surface cold and unyielding. Ancient symbols were etched into the stone, glowing faintly with a mystic energy that seemed to hum with the power of the eclipse.

As they entered, Lulu bent down to release Asher from her side, her fingers lingering on his small shoulder for a moment as she whispered something softly to him. He scurried off to the side, watching the proceedings with wide eyes, his curiosity evident. Lulu then approached the altar, her graceful movements drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. She lifted a dagger from a pedestal, its blade glinting in the light. The dagger was a work of art—a long, sharp piece of obsidian, set with gold and ruby inlays along the hilt. It was a symbol of sacrifice, a sacred tool that would carry the weight of the gods' demands.

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