Monster Meets King

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh frowned and looked over to the monster who had caused his people to run away in fear…well maybe not. They weren't loyal yet and this wasn't the worst case scenario. Hi put his hand to his forehead as he saw her play with the corpse she so dearly enjoyed playing with and he furrowed his brow and was stuck with concentration while he heard the thing call it his friend. He chuckled a little bit at the futility of the creature and how desperately lonely it was.

The more he thought, the more he realized that this wasn't such a bad thing after all. The crowd of people would run and fear and would tell the tale of what had happened here. They would cower in fear the next time he came and they would not be so resilient the next time they offer citizenship. He grinned. No…no they wouldn't. He looked at the creature, now bathing in the blood of her latest kill, she was like a lion on a leash. HIS LEASH. While she was filthy and disgusting, she was his to command. His smile grew darker and he couldn't help but laugh.

I've always wanted a pet Lion.

She turned to face him, "Sorry I couldn't go after them King Gilgamesh, I'm pretty weak thanks to coming to this new world. Don't worry though, in my own world I was possibly the strongest being on the planet!" she puffed her chest out in some sort of territorial pride. He could definitely get used to this.

"No no no. This worked all according to plan." He walked over and patted her head before realizing a nuisance would appear. He looked lazily to the left and saw a blob of white in the distance and he knew what this meant. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"What is wrong King Gilgamesh? Is there something that upset you?" She asked looking up at his face to make sure she did nothing wrong.

He grinned for a moment and looked down at her. She was his pet, chain and all. He rubbed her hair and gave her a look of annoyance.

"Not anything that you did. There is just a pest we need to take care of." He looked up to the blob of white were now a bit closer but their image was still wavering from the heat rising off the ground. The King walked away from his lion but decided he needed to settle this himself. A golden portal opened up above him and spears and axes, ornate from the wealth of his time appeared to peek out of the gate.

The Troopers appeared and set up a formation, taking barrels and other crates for cover. There were many more than the King was accustomed to and he noticed that they had prepared for the King. They had taken aim and one Stormtrooper, who seemed to be the leader called out to the King.

"You are under arrest for the murder of a civilian. Put your hands above your head and…"

"SILENCE. You have trespassed on MY KINGDOM! You shall leave or face the consequences. Your KING HAS NO POWER HERE! The king had a look of annoyance and fury and his own weapons had taken aim at the covered stormtroopers.

The monster in the back was awaiting commands from the King but he gave none, he turned his head and just gave her a solemn nod. She was preparing to go in and tear the people apart but the King gave a wicked laugh and his grin returned. The stormtroopers were not leaving and looked tense, as if they were about to fire at the "demented" king.

"Very well. May your corpses entertain me!" His eyes grew wide and he fired. Weapons of all kinds fired out of his gate and penetrated the boxes they had for cover, causing splinters of wood and blood to fly everywhere.

He heard the commander, "FIRE!" and he turned his attention to him. Bullets seemed to fly past his ears and some singed his armor and his hair. More of his arsenal peeked out of the portal before they flew again, now more directed at the commander and the remaining troopers who served a pathetic King.

A blaster hit the King his shoulder eliciting a deadly glare from the King and the onslaught of spears and axes continued. The blasts continued to hit the King in his chest and he grimaced in pain. He winced and let the onslaught of spears continue to rain down upon them. A few blasts caught him in the shoulder and ended up almost nicking his neck. Gilgamesh was whittling down their numbers but his armor had received numerous amounts of holes and his skins was beginning to sear. After the rest had been finished…there was no one on the streets but the King and his Lion.