Uruk, Sumeria - July 18, 3193 B.C.
Prometheus made his way through the sweltering street, looking for a resistor. One and two story buildings lined the road, a relatively small venue for Enlil. He stood on the roof of a small, one-story shop. His gaze followed Prometheus's movement through the crowd. "Some among you," Enlil bellowed, "would have you question your gods." Prometheus stepped past a man with rotten breath who was staring, eyes transfixed, body motionless, like most of the crowd. Enlil paused while the crowd booed the idea of questioning the gods, and then he added a few well-placed clicks as the noise died down. Mind influence.
"They call you sheep!" More jeers. Prometheus kept looking. He could feel Enlil's eyes frying him with scrutiny, as hot and angry as the sun. The escape wouldn't be easy. Then he noticed something in a second floor window, in a tavern almost directly across from Enlil. Prometheus slipped inside.
"They say your minds are feeble and easily manipulated," Enlil continued. Prometheus ignored the bartender's protests as he leaped up the stairs, four at a time. When he reached the second floor, a woman let out a small scream.
"I'm not here to hurt you," Prometheus exclaimed. A young couple looked at him, clutching each other, eyes wide as planets."You two aren't vulnerable to Enlil. Unfortunately my presence in this very room has quite suddenly put you in grave and immediate danger, and we-" Prometheus stopped. He heard panicked yells from the street. "We have to leave, now!"
The bars on the window snapped as Enlil ripped through the wall behind the couple, showering them with mud brick debris and wood. "I'll be taking these," Enlil declared as each of his hands reached for one of the human resistors. Prometheus had already begun sprinting at Enlil and met him chest to chest before he could seize the couple. The two Progenitors seemed to float for a beautiful moment, through the hole where the second-floor wall used to be and above the road. They landed hard on the dirt below, causing a new wave of panicked cries from the disoriented crowd. Enlil let out a guttural groan.
"Run!" Prometheus shouted to the humans. Enlil had recovered and threw Prometheus off of him. The crowd had circled around the fighting gods. Enlil charged straight at Prometheus, legs denting the ground and arms pumping furiously, electricity visible on his skin. At the last possible moment, Prometheus crouched low to absorb the hit, then thrust upward with all his might, sending Enlil's feet into the air. Enlil let out a gasp of surprise as he flipped and landed on his back with a sickening thunk. Prometheus rolled Enlil over, exposing his now twice-injured back. He grabbed a wooden post from the wreckage of the tavern and smacked Enlil squarely on the spine.
"Let this be a lesson to you about immorality," Prometheus said to the astonished humans. Then he dropped the post. It wasn't time to destroy Enlil - not yet. "Come with me," Prometheus called to the resistors. The three fled while they had the chance.
Once Prometheus had tucked the trio neatly away in a basement a few kilometers from Uruk, he gave the humans the explanation he promised.
"Who are you?" the man asked. He looked warily at Prometheus. His black hair was covered in red and brown dust. On his sweaty skin, the dust had formed a thin layer of grime. His simple clothing was torn at the knees and various places on the arms, but he suffered only minor cuts. He needed a bath, but otherwise he was fine.
"My name is Prometheus. I am part of the same race as Enlil. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names," Prometheus said.
"I'm Utnapishtim, and this is Andromeda," the man said.
Andromeda's headdress was ruined. She removed it and revealed jaw-length jet black hair, unusually short for a Sumerian woman. The rest of her clothing was in better condition, and she wasn't scratched up - Utnapishtim had probably shielded her from the wall Enlil broke. "Nice to meet you, Prometheus," she said. "But why are you interested in us?"
"Enlil has been tampering with the human psyche to control people," Prometheus explained, "and his method didn't work on you two."
"Why would Enlil need to control humans?" Utnapishtim asked. "He is already worshipped as a god."
"Enlil is no god. That is a myth that we have created to explain our power. Enlil and I are both Annunaki. He is the most powerful among us, and so as the leader of the Annunaki he is the foremost human god. Lately he's become very... greedy, shall we say... with regards to humans and their labor," Prometheus said. "He's experimenting with mind control as a way to unleash potential even greater than that which comes with religious zeal."
"To what ends? What could a god like Enlil possibly want?" Utnapishtim asked in disbelief.
"I'm not even sure Enlil knows the answer to that," Prometheus replied. "But the power fascinates him, and it could be dangerous to your kind."
"What do you want with us?" Andromeda asked.
"I want you to kill your god," Prometheus said with a wry smile.