The Fallen Kings [M]

[Gilgamesh]

The Demon’s eyes filled out with a black color, his veins bulging from his skin. Allanon rushed off, sprinting towards the Gilded King, the earth shattering beneath his every step. The demon raised his weapon and brought it down on Gilgamesh, seething rage through his teeth as if he were a bull. Gil rose his hand to raise a purple barrier, yet it shattered instantly under the weight of the weapon. The warhammer smashed down onto Gil, crushing him to the floor. Blood spattered out of his mouth and he could feel his insides being squished by the brute weapon. His vision faded to black for a few second and he could feel his conscience fading.

Argento’s response was a little too late, swinging his Day’suis, “Nothing will give me such satisfaction than when you fall,” he decreed valiantly. Yet his hammer smacked with an unsatisfactory thud upon Allanon’s back. The Demon’s elbow jutted back hitting Argento in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to one knee.

Allanon’s twisted face smiled as he saw the breathless paladin, “Be proud that you have managed to elicit this from me, Holy Knight.” He whipped his hand across the paladin’s face, causing the paladin to tumble across the floor. His Day’suis escaped his hand as he barreled across the floor. As Argento came to a skidding halt, he rose his hand to his head to ease the aching pain. He slowly turned to see Allanon striding towards him, warhammer in hand, and behind him, Gilgamesh still trying to recover from the demon’s strike. Argento stumbled onto his feet and tried to sprint towards his holy weapon, stopped only by a massive hammer coming in between him and the Day’suis. Allanon gave the Holy Knight a fake pout before tutting.

“Tsk tsk tsk. I’m sorry I can’t let you get that right now. It’s just you and me.” Allanon grinned as he lunged, fist leading towards Argento. The Holy Knight was able to evade the blow, leaving the demon’s fight to pound into the ground. Argento backed away before bringing his hands into a fighting stance, hopping in place. Allanon gave Argento a condescending smile and turned to look at Gilgamesh, seeing him still writhe on the ground.

“I suppose I can enjoy toying with you for a while Holy Knight. It’s not like Goldilocks can do anything more.” Allanon smashed his warhammer on the ground, letting it stand of its own accord while bringing his own hands into a fighting stance. Without hesitation the Demon was on the offensive, using his large weight to put enormous force behind his blows. The Paladin was seemingly quick on his feet, managing to avoid the large and easily-telegraphed blows that the Demon threw. Allanon’s blows sent packets of wind flying, easily intimidating a less confident man. Argento would respond by dodging the massive blow by dishing out a small series of blows of his own. Allanon, however, treated Argento’s fists as if they were the wind, almost taking pleasure from the Paladin trying so hard.

Allanon laughed at the weak blows of the Holy Knight, and their boxing match continued eventually pressing Argento against the wall. Argento ducked one of Allanon’s massive fists, causing it to break and become stuck in the colosseum’s wall. Argento rushed behind the behemoth, Allanon reaching and missing with his other arm. The Holy Knight rushed towards his trusted weapon as the Demon pulled his fist from out of the wall. He shook off the rubble from his fist before looking up at the fleeing Holy Knight.

“Aww I was having so much fun toying with you, Holy Knight.” Allanon teased as he brought the chase. Managing to reach the Day’suis as Allanon overcame him, the demon’s fist was stopped by the Day’suis’ hilt. However, the force was enough to knock Argento from his feet onto his ass.

A series of stabbing pains erupted into Allanon’s back, turning to see Gilgamesh back onto his feet shooting swords as the demon. Allanon’s brow furrowed, turning his attention to the new nuisance. The Demon ran towards Gilgamesh, picking up his warhammer on his path swinging at the projectiles, knocking them from the sky. Gilgamesh opened up his Gates of Babylon further, presenting more of a challenge for the demon. Allanon jumped to the side, avoiding an array of weaponry, still bound to the Gilded King’s position. A bead of sweat ran down Gilgamesh’s face as the impending demon was ever closer. He sent another firing of his weapons, all but one deflected by the Demon’s hammer. The final blade managed to get past Allanon’s defenses, piercing into his bicep.

This served as little deterrent as the Demon was finally upon Gilgamesh, bringing the hilt of his hammer across Gilgamesh’s face. Gilgamesh rose up to one knee, the taste of his blood flooding his mouth. He swiped his hand across the air, conjuring portals from thin air. His finger swaying in the air before landing on Allanon’s figure. Allanon spat into the nearby dirt before charging the Fallen King. A cruel smirk crawled on the demon’s face as he raised the warhammer, preparing to smash Gilgamesh’s skull. Rattling sounds flowed through the air as chains shot out of the golden portals, wrapping themselves around the Demon’s body immobilizing him. Allanon’s flexing muscles and efforts to escape proved futile while Gilgamesh grabbed a sword from his treasury.

Gilgamesh walked over to the paralyzed demon, amused by the struggling of the pathetic creature. Allanon threatened the King, “You will forever perish and stay forever in this hells-,” Gilgamesh smashed the hilt of his sword into the demon’s nose. Blood trailed down Allanon’s newly deformed nose.

“You will not speak to me this way anymore, brute.” Gilgamesh’s face showed no semblance of satisfaction or happiness but more of one of relief.

“I will speak to you as I wish you fucking weakling!” Allanon struggled in the chains more, slinging curses and screaming at Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh raised his sword and swung with all of his power to cleave off the demon’s arm. The resistance of Allanon’s skin proved to be more than Gilgamesh could cleave in one swing. Slicing through most of the flesh on the first strike it took two more to cleave off the entire arm. Allanon growled out in pain, cursing Gilgamesh and his heritage. Gilgamesh spoke with disdain in his voice as he worked at hacking the other arm off.

“You pride yourself on strength that you are not worthy of. It is your penance that you shall be deprived of it.” Allanon’s eyes filled with hatred and pain as the other arm plopped onto the floor. Gilgamesh kicked over the armless Demon onto the floor, the chains beginning to slither and release from Allanon’s body. The demon, his lifeblood draining from his body, squirmed and screamed in rage, still futilely trying to destroy the Monarch. Gil stumbled away, leaving Allanon to wail in pain like the insect he was. Argento gave Gilgamesh a disgusted look in his eyes at the torment he just witnessed, “I thought you said that you did not fight for the entertainment of the audience.”

“I do not. I am the Judge and carried out his sentence.” Gilgamesh walked away from the Holy Knight, leaving him questioning the morality of Gil’s character. His knees feeling weak Gilgamesh looked for an exit or some solace of where he could just relax. He saw the exit door and began to limp towards it. The orcs guarding the door provided no resistance as the King left. However, just as Gil opened the door his legs wobbled before giving out. Zanzibar was on the other side and managed to catch Gil before he fell.

“I’ve caught you my liege. Would you like me to carry you?” Zanzibar asked with a great big smile on his face.

Gilgamesh gave him a weak smile in return, “That would be entirely ungraceful for a King.” Zanzibar let Gilgamesh wobble back onto his feet before he made his first step. However, his leg didn’t support it, letting Gilgamesh crumple like a rag doll onto the floor. The two of them giggled as Zanzibar helped Gil back onto his feet. “Although I suppose it would also be un-kingly to refuse assistance.” Zanzibar put the King’s arm around his shoulder and began to assist him down the stairs.

Not much time had passed until they were brought to a waiting room of sorts in which Gilgamesh could lay his body, focusing on just staying alive. Soon after the two sat down, goblins came in with great, jingling bags of presumably gold. “I see that I have made you quite wealthy, Zanzibar.” Zanzibar responded with a cheeky smile, cradling his bags of money as if they were his children.

“Although I am pleased by this massive amounts of wealth, I know that isn’t what you were looking for.” His smile dimmed a little bit, “I hope that this ‘performance’ was enough to entertain Diablo himself.”

Gilgamesh sighed before closing his eyes. “You and I both.”

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