02-08-2018, 12:21 PM
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The soft light of the morning sun gently cascaded from the window. It’s soft rays warmly caressing Gilgamesh’s face. His eyes fluttered awake and let out a long yawn, before getting out of his bed. His room was such a mess, his clothes thrown about and dishes left uncleaned, unacceptable. He fondly looked over at his luxury bed, pillows thrown about and sheets dangling off the edge of the bed. Gil smiled, I’ll have my servants clean this pigsty up. Oh how blessed are they to be in my service. Groggily, he walked over to his balcony, overseeing the Kingdom he has built for himself. The sun had just risen, with all of the local merchants setting up their stands for the day. The scent of freshly baked dough from outside floated through the air, kissing his nose. I’ll have to go pay a visit to the bakery, I’m sure they’ll be pleased to see their King enjoying their goods.
Gilgamesh returned inside, smiling to himself. He felt generous and wanted to praise his servants, to keep their spirits high. He was sure that his praise meant the world. He walked out of the room, his spirits high. The palace seemed much larger than he remembered, as if the ceiling had expanded. He passed by some of his servants and nodded at them, but they paid him no mind. How could my servants think they could ignore me and get away with it? Ah well, they must have much work to do. Gilgamesh hopped down the steps of his palace and headed towards the throne room. Anos, his advisor, must have a heavy day of kingly duties awaiting for him. It was weird though, Anos usually brings him his breakfast before letting him wake…
Gilgamesh turned into a large hallway, and people speaking. “Your highness, what do you wish to do about the situation in Carrefore?” Was that Anos speaking? Gilgamesh’s mood immediately worsened. How dare he address someone else as your highness. Anos knows that only Gilgamesh should be addressed as the superior! Another familiar voice spoke, “Let them be. We are clearly a more prosperous city and those who are worthy will understand.” Another person? Is Anos consulting another in MY throne room. He will pay for this! Gilgamesh barged into the open room, prepared to give Anos a piece of his mind.
As Gilgamesh entered the room he saw Anos in front of the throne with a dark figure Anos! How dare you even think of having another even influence my political decisions. I should have your head for treason, and you. Sitting in my throne is punishable by death! Is what Gilgamesh tried to say. Yet all that escaped his mouth was an angry “BARK! BARK BARK!”
The dark figure on the throne turned his look at Gilgamesh. His deep voice resonated through the room, “Oh well look who finally got up from his bed. It’s about time.” Gilgamesh was furious and advanced, but all he could manage to retaliate were nothing but “Yip! Bark Bark!” Gil paused for a moment, what the hell did he hear escape his lips. Was he...a mutt?
The voice spoke again, “Is my little buddy angry? Come here.” The shadowy figure stood up and stepped into the light. Gilgamesh paused and his stomach dropped. The figures face revealed to be no one else but the Gerudo the Gilgamesh despised. Ganondorf walked over to Gilgamesh, much larger than he normally was and picked him up. “Shhh little guy, it's okay. I’m just taking care of some business.” His hand stroked through Gilgamesh’s hair and pet him. Shudders went through his spine as this seemed to last for an eternity. Watching his rival rule over his city, forced to watch as his lap dog.
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Gilgamesh came to and was in a cold sweat. A searing pain stung his wrist as a fifth scar etched into his skin, crossing all the others. Jonas glanced up as he saw Gil reincarnate in the same very room he was forced in. He took in a few deep breaths before realizing where he was. It almost seemed sickening that he was relieved that he was in a literal hell rather than that dream space. The same vision becomes more and more realistic every time he died.
“It’s not going to get any easier if you keep drawing attention to yourself. I can’t imagine that death is very pleasant.” He chuckled a bit before gazing out of the cell window. The beating sun of this world was much less friendly than the one he remembered in the dunes.
“It is a price I must pay. I need to be stronger. I need the attention. Gilgamesh sighed as he began to relax in the much more uncomfortable cell. The cold stone wall contrasting with the burning heat of the sun.
Jonas turned to glare at Gil. “No. The more attention we get, the more painful your deaths become. This isn’t some place where you get power. The more you try, the more you suffer. You need the learn that this isn’t some place where you work your way up. This place is hell. Get it through your thick skull, moron.” Jonas was furious. He wouldn’t understand. Gilgamesh had noticed that these fights are becoming harder as they continue to entertain the crowd, the need more monstrosities to keep him down. The plan was working...it just was taking time.
The runt of a goblin came back into the room. “Oh I see you’ve finally blessed us with your presence. Let’s go. The crowd demands your blood again.” Gilgamesh and Jonas stood up and Jonas elbowed Gil in the stomach before getting in line.
“Don’t draw attention. You’re just making it worse for the both of us.” Jonas hissed. Gilgamesh paid him no mind and got in line silently. The way to the arena was now muscle memory. You take one right followed by two lefts and you’ll get in the elevator. The shifting gears no longer frightened him and the fear of the secondary gladiators was more amusing now. As the elevator rose and the ceiling opened up he could hear the cheering of the arena. The same old, obnoxious announcer trying to amp up the crowd.
“Demons and succubuses do I have the treat for you today. While we have the normal selection of gladiators, the crowd favorite has finally returned from his death, Goldy Boy! His tenacity is amazing folks. We...will...break him!!!” The announcer screamed. His monologue gets older and older each time he hears it. As the elevator comes to a screeching halt, he immediately looked at the wall for some sort of weapon. Mace...no. Whip...no. There’s the sword.
“Let’s see who his opponent is today folks.” The ancient cogs of the arena door let down as the door slammed into the floor, revealing two red eyes suddenly appearing from the darkness.
Gilgamesh returned inside, smiling to himself. He felt generous and wanted to praise his servants, to keep their spirits high. He was sure that his praise meant the world. He walked out of the room, his spirits high. The palace seemed much larger than he remembered, as if the ceiling had expanded. He passed by some of his servants and nodded at them, but they paid him no mind. How could my servants think they could ignore me and get away with it? Ah well, they must have much work to do. Gilgamesh hopped down the steps of his palace and headed towards the throne room. Anos, his advisor, must have a heavy day of kingly duties awaiting for him. It was weird though, Anos usually brings him his breakfast before letting him wake…
Gilgamesh turned into a large hallway, and people speaking. “Your highness, what do you wish to do about the situation in Carrefore?” Was that Anos speaking? Gilgamesh’s mood immediately worsened. How dare he address someone else as your highness. Anos knows that only Gilgamesh should be addressed as the superior! Another familiar voice spoke, “Let them be. We are clearly a more prosperous city and those who are worthy will understand.” Another person? Is Anos consulting another in MY throne room. He will pay for this! Gilgamesh barged into the open room, prepared to give Anos a piece of his mind.
As Gilgamesh entered the room he saw Anos in front of the throne with a dark figure Anos! How dare you even think of having another even influence my political decisions. I should have your head for treason, and you. Sitting in my throne is punishable by death! Is what Gilgamesh tried to say. Yet all that escaped his mouth was an angry “BARK! BARK BARK!”
The dark figure on the throne turned his look at Gilgamesh. His deep voice resonated through the room, “Oh well look who finally got up from his bed. It’s about time.” Gilgamesh was furious and advanced, but all he could manage to retaliate were nothing but “Yip! Bark Bark!” Gil paused for a moment, what the hell did he hear escape his lips. Was he...a mutt?
The voice spoke again, “Is my little buddy angry? Come here.” The shadowy figure stood up and stepped into the light. Gilgamesh paused and his stomach dropped. The figures face revealed to be no one else but the Gerudo the Gilgamesh despised. Ganondorf walked over to Gilgamesh, much larger than he normally was and picked him up. “Shhh little guy, it's okay. I’m just taking care of some business.” His hand stroked through Gilgamesh’s hair and pet him. Shudders went through his spine as this seemed to last for an eternity. Watching his rival rule over his city, forced to watch as his lap dog.
_____
Gilgamesh came to and was in a cold sweat. A searing pain stung his wrist as a fifth scar etched into his skin, crossing all the others. Jonas glanced up as he saw Gil reincarnate in the same very room he was forced in. He took in a few deep breaths before realizing where he was. It almost seemed sickening that he was relieved that he was in a literal hell rather than that dream space. The same vision becomes more and more realistic every time he died.
“It’s not going to get any easier if you keep drawing attention to yourself. I can’t imagine that death is very pleasant.” He chuckled a bit before gazing out of the cell window. The beating sun of this world was much less friendly than the one he remembered in the dunes.
“It is a price I must pay. I need to be stronger. I need the attention. Gilgamesh sighed as he began to relax in the much more uncomfortable cell. The cold stone wall contrasting with the burning heat of the sun.
Jonas turned to glare at Gil. “No. The more attention we get, the more painful your deaths become. This isn’t some place where you get power. The more you try, the more you suffer. You need the learn that this isn’t some place where you work your way up. This place is hell. Get it through your thick skull, moron.” Jonas was furious. He wouldn’t understand. Gilgamesh had noticed that these fights are becoming harder as they continue to entertain the crowd, the need more monstrosities to keep him down. The plan was working...it just was taking time.
The runt of a goblin came back into the room. “Oh I see you’ve finally blessed us with your presence. Let’s go. The crowd demands your blood again.” Gilgamesh and Jonas stood up and Jonas elbowed Gil in the stomach before getting in line.
“Don’t draw attention. You’re just making it worse for the both of us.” Jonas hissed. Gilgamesh paid him no mind and got in line silently. The way to the arena was now muscle memory. You take one right followed by two lefts and you’ll get in the elevator. The shifting gears no longer frightened him and the fear of the secondary gladiators was more amusing now. As the elevator rose and the ceiling opened up he could hear the cheering of the arena. The same old, obnoxious announcer trying to amp up the crowd.
“Demons and succubuses do I have the treat for you today. While we have the normal selection of gladiators, the crowd favorite has finally returned from his death, Goldy Boy! His tenacity is amazing folks. We...will...break him!!!” The announcer screamed. His monologue gets older and older each time he hears it. As the elevator comes to a screeching halt, he immediately looked at the wall for some sort of weapon. Mace...no. Whip...no. There’s the sword.
“Let’s see who his opponent is today folks.” The ancient cogs of the arena door let down as the door slammed into the floor, revealing two red eyes suddenly appearing from the darkness.
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