The King and his merry men

[Erik Vrell]

Erik was slightly concerned about the massive speakers Victor had summoned, having little doubt that anything that was going to play through them would be over the top to say the least. His worries were pushed aside, however, when the witch Marisa entered the room. Erik found himself attempting the burn a hole into her with his gaze, and shook himself out of it.

“Come now, she's an ally. You can’t just assume that witches are going to spread like the plague just because she summoned one. Just… Think about what Victor would do.” Erik paused at his thought. “Actually, it's probably best to not do anything Victor wou-” Before Erik could finish his thought, the assassin had shoved him through the door into the awaiting throne room.

“Now introducing Erik Vrell!” Victor’s voice called as the guard, apparently named Dave, closed the throne room doors. Erik froze up as the doors slammed behind him and the sound of a man wailing in an unknown tongue could be heard before synth beats filled the throne room.

“Oh, Victor…” The psychic mentally sighed. He was sure he would laugh at it later, but right now he felt like he might keel over from nervousness. Erik had met with psychic elders before, by the gods, his father was one of them, but this was the first time Erik had been in the presence of true royalty, let alone the King Gilgamesh. His heart raced as he approached the throne of the King, his mouth seeming to dry up in an instant. The psychic broke out in a cold sweat as he noticed the sour look on the King’s face, no doubt a result of Marisa. Erik pondered the possibility of breaking the witch’s mind when she was on her broomstick for this, but banished the thought. There was a more important matter to attend to.

As he came before King Gilgamesh, Erik dropped quickly to his knee. 

“Is this enough?” He thought panickedly. Unsure, Erik decided to err on the side of caution and dropped further into a prostrated position. 

“Now what?” He mentally wailed. Did he praise Gilgamesh or simply greet him? Was he allowed to call him Gilgamesh? By the gods, was he allowed to speak? The King hadn't spoken yet, so Erik decided that he was expected to say something. But what was he meant to say?

“Hail King Gilgamesh!” Erik finally cried, not knowing what else to do. “How can I serve you today, my King?” The psychic’s voice was slightly muffled by the floor, but he hoped it wouldn't be enough to distort what he was saying. Anxious, Erik could hear his heart attempting to thump it's way through his chest. The sound of his uneven breaths filled his ears, drowning out the silence in the room as he nervously waited for the King’s response.