The Fallen Kings [M]

[Gilgamesh]

Hours had passed and Gilgamesh laid there, bored out of his mind. Zanzibar had decided to let Gilgamesh have his freedom before taking his leave, letting Gilgamesh’s imagination be his only entertainment. Surveying his environment, he found nothing particularly useful in aiding the relief of his boredom. With nothing to do, Gilgamesh was left alone to be tormented with his own thoughts.

What if this wasn’t enough? How long must I battle these abominations before I am set free? How long must my Kingdom suffer without my presence? Hundreds of thoughts ran through his mind, and clenched his heart. The mere thought of that he hadn’t done enough to impress the Lord of Terror was more defeating than any blow from his ex-rival. Tears welled up in his eyes and he slammed his fist into the couch cushion he was on with an unsatisfactory thud. The door to the waiting room burst open and Gilgamesh quickly wiped his eyes before turning his head. An eerily normal human, his garb indicating he was a servant of sorts, greeted Gilgamesh.

“The all supreme Lord of Terror, Diablo, demands to meet with you. I will take you to him once you are prepared.” The man eyed Gilgamesh up and down before sneering at him. “Make sure you aren’t...prone to more human emotions when in his presence.” His voice was filled with contempt and he gave him a scoff before shutting the door.

Relief flowed throughout his body, every muscle relaxing at the servant’s disdainful words. He would finally meet someone who had greater power than himself. Gilgamesh’s golden armor materialized around him, shining in all of its glory. It was almost humorous that he was trying to impress this Diablo, but he felt he had no other choice. Getting up, Gilgamesh walked to the closest mirror to wipe away any remaining tears or other imperfections he may have shown. Breathing a deep sigh he walked towards the exit. He mustn't keep Diablo waiting.