Monster Meets King

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh exited the Saloon in a huff leaving the stubborn rats to their own devices. The sun was shining in his eyes and he put his hand to cover his eyes. The Golden Suit began to cook Gilgamesh on the inside and it began to dissipate into the golden dust that was so familiar to him. His casual clothes naturally took place and let his skin breathe and embrace the sun.

His conquest would begin tomorrow, he was too tired and uninterested to begin it today. Today would be preparing and enjoying his luxuries. He would find somewhere that he could indulge himself in order to vent the pent up frustration that the Saloon had taxed him. He rubbed his neck and he went in his search for a place suitable. The lice-infested shithole that he had stayed at last night put a kink in his neck that he needed taken out. However, he didn't expect a masseuse to be here in this place, particularly not one that he would allow to touch his skin.

He was walking down the path as he kicked up the dust that flooded the road and he was searching frantically for a place that didn't look absolutely horrid. Gil found an empty alley and he tried to summon a place of his caliber. The rainbow material began to flow out from his body into his hand and he closed his eyes in concentration. His head began to pulsate and his heart began to beat rapidly almost as if it was going to burst from his chest. The heart pounding flooded his ears and his eardrums began to have the deafening ringing. His eyes flickered open and the orb that so easily healed his wound refused to form the palace he dreamed of.

At least make a damn building that would suit me.

He glared at the rainbow ball as it flowed back into him and headed off onto his quest for a suitable dwelling place. He was about to turn off but a forced knocked him off his feet and he landed on the ground. He rubbed his head and looked at his opponent who also lay on the ground before him. A red cloaked man was on the ground, quite similar to the Sand Mage he had slaughtered but without all the ornate gold decorating the robes. His brows furrowed and he gritted his teeth.

This mongrel shall pay for daring to bring me beneath him.

The thing shook its head in confusion of what just happened and it got up at the same time Gilgamesh did. Noticing the angry King it seemed to feel slightly embarrassed. It spoke. But a feminine voice was elicited from the cloaked hood.

"I am so sorry. I beg for your forgiveness."The cloaked man woman bowed her head and her voice seemed genuine, which was a fresh taste that the King had in a while. It simmered down his rage and his crimson eyes began to relax.

"I acknowledge that you have realized your fault but I find it unacceptable for you not to show me your face. Reveal yourself at once!" The King demanded with his arms across his chest impatiently waiting for his demands to be fulfilled.

Her voice spoke with determination and had a hint of aggravation to it. "I will not do that. Good day sir." She tried to stride off and avoid further contact.

His arm extending and grabbed her cloak. Her arms were immediately on his arm trying to pry herself off of the King.

"You shall not deny a King his request. You shall face me!"

A feral growl and blood-red eyes seemed to emanate out of the cloak. With his other hand reaching to take off the garment her panic to escape increased and her cries became more desperate.

"No no please…anything please. Stop please." her futile cries were placed on deaf ears as Gilgamesh proceeded to reveal the woman's face. Her hands dropped from his hand to cover her face in embarrassment. Horns protruded from her silky, black hair and she had peculiar animal ears. Her breathing began to become labored, not sure if she was crying or preparing to attack.

"There. Now look at me and confess your sins to your King." The King demanded, unwavering of her appearance.

The woman lowered her hands, completely surprised by the nonchalance of the stranger who proclaimed to be her King. She was trembling and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Wha-what? Her voice sounded surprised and confused.

"Apologize to me."

Her cheeks blushed and she pushed back her hair.

"I'm sorry…" Her voice was nervous and it almost took Gilgamesh by surprise.

"Very well, you may move along." He was about to wave her off until she began to speak again.

"What did you mean by King?" Her voice was curious and she let her guard down a little, however she still seemed a bit jittered.

The King turned and faced the woman, she was not around these parts and didn't know any better. The woman seemed to placate him, she was the first person in this realm to at least try to acknowledge is rule…without being threatened.

"My name is Gilgamesh. I am the Original, True King! I rule over everything and even this land. However, these rodents refuse to acknowledge my authority and I shall take this land back by force. All who serve my are under my protection and are all equal. You shall never experience persecution beneath my rules, and those who challenge me and my citizens shall be punished."

He felt that he was speaking to another person with deaf ears and that no one would join him, no matter how much he proved his rightful authority. He would have to show them with his own hands, something he would have to put effort to do. Slowly but surely, his old kingdom would rise.