High atop the Tower of Babel, within the throne room that had now fallen into a bit of disrepair, Helel sat comfortably on the throne. His head was propped into his palm, gloved, clawed fingers drumming against the arm of the regal seat. Despite being a bit bored, he still wore a smile on his ruby red lips, one that became a wide grin that flashed his sharp canines as the doors to the throne opened, and a pair of knights stepped inside, guiding someone behind them.

“What do we have here?”