The King and His Men

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh bent over and picked up the red cloak that lay there in the sand, tattered and cut from the battle. The red cloak lay in his hand blowing in the wind. He turned around and tossed the silk robe over his shoulder, the wind carrying it along, never to be seen again. Gilgamesh walked kicking up dust on his way back to his path. He walked passed the squad of Stormtroopers that was just trying to arrest him. He saw the numerous chest wounds that they had sustained and the blood stains that looks out of place in the dust.

He turned his head back to the Endless torrent of sand. At least it solved this problem. He felt something pull on his leg and he saw one of the squad members that had sustained a number of wounds, which while all of them seem painful, none of them seemed to finish the job.

"Please…help me." The stormtrooper begged with a raspy, heavy breath. He tried to pull himself up but he could find the strength.

Gilgamesh looked down on the insect that so begged his help. His bored eyes began to blow and a smile began to form. His golden sword dropped with quick determination and the Stormtrooper's lifeless body fell on the ground.

"If that's what you wish!" His twisted smile began to reveal his true intentions and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He let his swords dissipate into the air and disappear into his ever-expanding treasury. Gilgamesh kicked away the corpse from tainting his shoes.He walked over to a building and leaned against it.

So this Omnilium thing…Does it actually work?

He pictured the rainbow colored orb in his hands and it seemed to flow out of his chest into an orb that lay before him. He pressed the Omnilium against his arm and a bright searing pain began to flow throughout his arm. A brief flinch was all that it elicited from the King. After half an hour he checked on how his wound was progressing and he saw his flesh beginning to reform. He reapplied the Omnilium, the brief moment of relief was flooded by the burning sensation he felt in his arm. After some time he took off the Omnilium allowing it to be absorbed into his chest again. His flesh felt tender and baby soft, it felt new and was very sensitive to the outside world as well as being slightly red, as if he had gotten a sunburn directly in that area.


He walked away from the bloody mess of a scene, with all the windows and doors shut tight. He laughed for a brief moment, they were constantly afraid of the things that would go on here. He glanced to the armored troops that attempted to defend the village, but would never has succeeded without the King's help.

Maybe this is why they are so afraid, these things cannot even protect them.

He passed by a bigger building, one with open doors and brandished a sign that had "Saloon" written in large golden letters. He heard a commotion in the bar, revealing the toxic nature of the atmosphere.

I think I should introduce myself to these things. He grimaced as he realized he needed to become more popular with the people in this verse. Or make them fear him…One was more fun than the other.

He pushed open the doors of the Saloon and the doors hit the wall with the thud drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. The eyes of everyone was drawn to the Golden King and dead silence ensued. There were tables of people playing poker and the bar smelled like tobacco and cigars. The King used all of his might just not to retch in the corner and could barely hold a grim look, the toxic aroma was driving him insane. As he went over to the barstool, all eyes were on him. He sat down on the splintery barstool and the soft creak was amplified by the absolute quietness of the room. He put his elbow on the table and cleared his throat before he began to speak.

"Fetch me your finest beer." The silence was broken and the people slowly got back to their routine. There was a man playing a piano in the corner playing old tunes and the people got back to their poker games. The bartender came back, he had just noticed the thick handlebar mustache the man owned and the tentative nature he had towards serving Gilgamesh.

He took a sip and calmly let the grotesque liquid slide down his throat. He felt a shudder coming along from the disgusting thing he had drank but he held it back in.

"Disgusting slime." he muttered under his breathe. He noticed that the Bartender was staring at him while polishing one of the mugs they served the filth in. Gilgamesh forced a smile and pretended to do a toast before he took another drink of the hogwash.

Another man sat next to Gilgamesh, much larger than anyone else in the room and his very presence made the seats leap from the ground. He cleared his throat, and when the bartender came to serve him he waved his hand, almost as if he wasn't interested in sitting there for the beer.

He stared at Gilgamesh, seeming to eye him down. "I heard you call yourself a King. I intend to bring you down Goldy and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

Gilgamesh turned to face the man and saw the abomination. He had an older face, his hair starting to turn grey and his face was covering in a thick matting of fur that he would call a beard. His face has seen battle and his eyes were filled with hate. Gilgamesh put down his drink to deal with the steaming bull that was challenging him. Comically, he yanked on the beard of the man and pulled him down to his level. He opened a portal and brought his blade out easily and brought it to the man's throat.

"Nothing I can do to stop you? I would never rule a rodent like you, you are not worth my time."

The older man tried to make Gilgamesh release his grasp but his grip was too tight on the man's beard. The bartender rushed over, frantically. He didn't want one of his regulars to die just because he couldn't hold his tongue.

"Please gentlemen, Your majesty. Do not let his imprudence be the cause of his death, I beg of you to let this man live."

The king smiled and glanced towards the bartender, with his hand still tightly groped around his beard. His blade was no longer pressed against the neck of the fool but now was held freely in his hand.

"You, I like. Very well, as a good gesture to those who recognize my kingship, I shall spare you. But not without payment."

Gilgamesh then cut off the man's beard having him fall backwards off the chair and into the floor. A loud thud was heard throughout the bar and the crowd's attention was once again on Gilgamesh.

"You shall carry the sign of my new kingdom as punishment. Remember my mercy." He brought out his sword and inscribed a "NB" into the man's chest and let his sword dissipate as the muscular man passed out.

"For everyone else! Let these two men set an example. One is a man who humors me and the other…doesn't. You will service in my Kingdom and you will be my citizen . My New Babylon."