The King and his merry men

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh’s intense, crimson eyes glared at his newly decreed Lord. His actions were more befitting a fool than his current position. Impatiently tapping his fingers, the King gave Victor a few seconds to stop this nonsense. Victor, however, was too lost in the tasty sax riffs with the nobleman Erik seemingly hesitated to join him in his eccentric dancing. Both of their dance moves, although incredibly skilled and alluring, had earned a death stare from the two more serious primes in the room.

“Lord Victor, do you really have nothing better to do? If you wish to keep your position, you should stop acting like a Court Jester.” The King spat with venom laced within it, clearly not amused.

" Why sir, you insult me! can you not see that I am conducting important research here? Think of the applications for this technology!” Victor let out a wild smile as he continued to dance. “Admit it, it is kind of fun " his shit-eating grin could almost be heard through the speakers

Unimpressed, Gilgamesh tilted his head as if to challenge the man’s statements, “What applications could you concought for this machine?” Skeptical of any use other than pleasure or in this case, to drive him insane.

Victor cheerily replied "Why with the push of a button and the right system everyone in the dunes could hear your glorious announcements !" Gil raised his eyebrow in surprise. He had to admit, it may be an effective tool. He turned his head and waved his hand at the prime.

“Do you have to test the speakers here?” Victor nodded emphatically before continuing his jam session. The Golden King let out a groan, “Very well. Can you at least turn down the volume and close the door? The adults need to talk.” Gilgamesh gave Victor a cheeky smile.

Giving Gilgamesh a half-earnest, half-sarcastic bow he spoke, “Why of course, my liege.” Under his breath he muttered, “Until the next schmuck comes in at least.” He exited the room, shutting the door behind him, muffling the sound from outside.

The exorcist and his two compatriots were now alone with the King, his unnerving stare unsettling his two allies. Kanda, however, remained unmoved by the King’s gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kanda replied, clearly intrigued by the King’s earlier comment.

Gilgamesh smiled deviously, “You have an interesting aura about you, swordsman.” Gilgamesh leaned forward in his seat pressing his fingertips together, “Kanda, was it? You look like someone who has been in command of armies before.”

The exorcist took a standoffish stance with a dead pan expression on his face. Gilgamesh took this as a begrudging yes. This exorcist was getting better by the minute. Earning his loyalty would make the King extremely happy.
“As you clearly pointed out, my guards are indeed scum.” Gilgamesh’s eyes flared with excitement, “But you can mold them to your will. If you still wish to help me eliminate evil in the city you shall begin by making the armed guards...more effective.“ Gilgamesh kicked Dave’s unconscious body, “This one can be your personal pet project.”

Kanda nodded his head, “That sounds like a plan.” Gil stood up and dragged Dave’s unconscious body down the stairs, his head clunking on every step. Tossing the body before Kanda, Gilgamesh felt a bit awkward being on equal footing after sitting on his throne for so long. The King opened a portal and retrieved a golden sword and pin.

“These are for you and to let the guards know you are the leader. If you desire, your title will now be Knight Kanda.” The King bowed his head and extended his gifts. Remembering the painful years of the Underverse, Gilgamesh had decided he should take a hit to his pride to ensure loyalty. “I am eternally grateful for your assistance.” The words sounded like it came from a different man that he didn’t know.

Kanda gave Gilgamesh a concerned look before bowing and accepting his gifts, “I will try and make this city a better place, for the people. Not you.” Kanda whispered under his breath. Motioning to one of his lessers to grab Dave’s body, Kanda made for the exit. Gilgamesh begrudgingly moved to sit back in his throne. Collapsing in the seat, exhausted, Gilgamesh enjoyed being back on the throne but he did not enjoy the numerous meetings he had to endure. Looking out one of the windows of his palace, he could see the sun had nearly set, painting the sky a beautiful fuchsia color.