A/N: I woke up a couple of nights ago with half this story already "dreamt" of. Granted, it's not your traditional kind of fic. It has no case, no pairings and not even a relationship between each vignette, other than the obvious title one. But it was a story that wanted to be told, so here it is. I'd like to credit all historical, biblical and genealogical info to Wikipedia, and all translations to Wordlingo. English is not my native tongue, nor are the other 7 used in this fic.
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Once upon a time, there existed a place know as "the Gate of God". And men from around the globe decided that the best way to arrive to that gate would be by building a tower – a magnificent construction that raised high unto the heavens, giving all men and women of worth a chance to reach the gates of heaven.
Many men and women went there, trying to prove themselves worthy of the Lord. To be worthy, you had to have a clean soul, free of sin, the soul of an innocent child. But not all men and women were worthy.
Some of them fell prey to lust. Not only the physical kind, where you are consumed with sexual thoughts, for sex there was plenty among them, but also the lustful need to be recognized by others, and the consuming need for excitement in every area of their lives.
There were those who couldn't resist the call of gluttony... and were marked by their refusal to share resources and their unreasonable or unnecessary consumption of those available.
Some unfortunate ones committed the sin of greed or avarice, unworthy feelings that include disloyalty, deliberate betrayal, or treason, especially for personal gain, such as a bribe. Scavenging and hoarding of materials or objects, theft and robbery, especially by violence, trickery, or manipulation of authority are all actions that are inspired by greed.
Worse to some were those who presented symptoms of sloth, the spiritual apathy that affected the faithful by discouraging them from their religious work or Sadness, a feeling of dissatisfaction or discontent, which caused unhappiness with their current situation.
There were those who exhibited inappropriate feelings of hatred and anger, no doubt ill-advised by the devil of Wrath. And the one who desired to be more important or attractive than others had listened to the whisperings of Pride.
And last, but not least, were those who commit the sin of Envy and desired something that someone else had.
These were not traits that pleased the Lord, nor were they traits that were useful in building the way towards the gates of Heaven. Or a tower. Thus the Lord got their sins to work against them, and each of them began to speak in a different tongue, so different, in fact, that it didn't take long for them to stop understanding each other completely, and soon, the idea of building a tower was soon abandoned, and the name of the place for the heavenly gates forgotten.
But nothing remains forgotten forever. Hence Babylon. Or Babel. This became a synonym for a conundrum of languages and misunderstanding.
Modern day Babel, aka New York City, is still fraught with dozen different languages, millions of misunderstandings, and too many sins to keep track of them all. So many, in fact, that it may seem, on the surface, closer in spirit to Sodom and Gomorra than to a place holding the gates of Heaven. But if you listen real carefully, below the surface you'll hear that, for every cardinal sin, irregardless of which original language it was committed,
There's always the hope of redemption.
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