The King and his merry men

[Victor Wolfe]

Meeting the shinobi again had brought a warmth to Victors icy heart, the fire in the boys eyes as he sought to finish what he had started all those years ago helping to stoak the flames inside the assassin, the Golden Lion would rise again, and its roar would send shockwaves across the entire region, no the entire Omniverse. No longer would they be viewed as a regional bit player feasting on scraps like hyenas, with everyone so passionate and working towards the same goal the light of hope that had been extinguished for so long shone brightly, They had a lot of rebuilding to do but after that, the world would be their oyster. Not one to be upstaged the blonde decided to dedicate himself to the New Babylonian dream as much as he could. 

After wishing his Ninja brother in arms the best of luck in his endeavours he had asked Erik to work out some of the logistics for their radio plan. After all, primes could just summon the radios as they where needed but the secondaries of Nippur seemed to need a morale boost, they suffered most in the atrocities that followed the battle of Nippur, and getting them back to work was a good start to rebuilding that shattered spirit, of course the currency wasn't much use in a resource-scarce environment like this, thus Victor had formulated the plan that those that work would be paid in extra rations summoned by the primes of the Diplomatic branch. Thus they would be doing meaningful work for meaningful gain, after all, it doesn't matter how much gold you have, if there is no food it has no value to their people. Erik seemed nervous about the mission but the assassin in an unusually positive mood reassured him.

"I wouldn't give you such an important task if I did not think you were capable of it, just act like the noblemen you are and things will go well, you have this," he said confidently as he walked towards the palace again, climbing the steps the cool wind of the desert night air ruffling through his hair, looking back over the city he could already see small signs of improvment, people moving in and out of the hospital, as well as citizens heading towards the palace halls to get rations. Things were looking up. He also noticed some odd looking individuals heading towards the palace. Probably more primes heading the message the guards where delivering, I guess they get to eat today Victor chuckled to himself as he reached the entrance to the throne room. focusing for a second Victor summoned something red and round, his left hand filled as he scrolled through the mp3 list on his dataverse device. One song standing out in particular. A little piece of heaven by Avenged Sevenfold? Well, we would of course love to dish out seven times damage to our enemies as they did to us, so that is fitting, and Nippur is a little piece of heaven in this hell hole of a desert, maybe I should give it a listen just in case? No, it will be fine, The Lord thought for a second as he looked at the time frame for the song, skipping past the long intro to roughly where the lyrics started he hit play as he entered the room.

The song started out strange, instruments that sounded almost demonic, but energetic mixed with violins, and the lyrics painted it as a love story, but as Victor walked towards the throne the song took a very dark turn, a murder and necrophilia turn Gil's patience clearly strained as Victor nervously laughed 

"Why must you play this distasteful music?" The King asked, his voice clearly a little angry. Victor raised his hands.

 "To be fair with a name like a little piece of heaven I thought this song would be more, happy and about nice places, not... whatever the common folk call this," he said as he stopped the music and added it to his personal playlist for later listening. Something about sleeping with a dead girl making him nostalgic. 

"I also bring a gift and some very unexpected but pleasant news sire!" Victor said as he gave a deep and respectful bow before raising his head and softly throwing the object in his hand in an arc, the king catching it easily the spheroid now clearly revealed as an apple, its skin shiny in the light of the throne room 

"You have had a lot of meetings so far my lord and many more to come by the looks of things, and you didn't seem to summon any new maids so I thought you might like a snack, as for the message, it would seem that the prodigal son of Nippur has returned, and promises that when he next returns to meet you he will be bringing an end to the raids on Nippur, Baron Deathchews head, and the kus kusa... the Weeb blade " Before Gilgamesh could respond a tiny humanoid creature burst into the throne room, annoyed by this Victor's hands drifted towards the notch in his belt that he usually kept his banishment syringes causing death glares from the King, Victors hand driffting back into view as he walked over to the side of the throne to observe their new guest. The assassin and Lord took a seat on the stair next to the throne allowing him to be below the King but still higher than the new primes in the room.