The Worst Kingslayer

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh had returned home on his Gil Gil machine with his citizens on his back. The dust kicking up in his eyes as he saw his grandiose palace and dreamed of warm baths and fine luxuries. His entrance to his city was a welcoming one, people were cheering for him and there seemed to be an increase of his loyal subjects while he was gone. The King smiled as he let the group of civilians jump of his motorcycle and rush to meet their families in tears and telling stories of the great Gilgamesh and his trials to save their lives and the fates they surely would have endured if it weren’t for Gilgamesh. He grinned, the people here were his property. How could he let them be eaten! If they were to be disposed of that would be on his orders. No one elses. The people all turned to look at Gilgamesh who got off his motorcycle and handed it to one of his servants, who seemed dumbfounded by the machinery and received a small slap to the back of the head by the loyal Anos before he grumbled and walked off with it.

Gilgamesh stood proud before his people in his Golden Suit armor seemingly perfect, even though the heat was baking the King like a loaded potato. Sweat started to drip from his brow and he felt so exhausted but he had to maintain his perfect image before his people. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. A nice supper shall be a deserving treat for doing such a strenuous labor. Gilgamesh laughed a little before speaking towards his people; those who hung off every word of the person who fulfilled his promise to protect his people.

“My faithful citizens! I have returned with those who had been taken from me and I have punished those that take away my people and my things. They shall not be a problem in the future! He thrusted his fist into the air and his people cheered, oh man did it feel great to be King again...even if it was just a small city at this point. His words flowed like honey and the people just ate it up. Loyal citizens were the best. The King smiled and waved them off so they can do their duties or enjoy themselves being his citizens. They all seemed contented and smiled and conversed with each other before strolling off and continuing their daily business.

Gilgamesh returned to his giant palace and he walked up the giant doors as they opened up to him by the two servants who he can’t recall their names. Like it matters. The last servant of the nameless trio bowed before him and without a word lead Gilgamesh to the bathing chambers where he so enjoyed it the previous occasion. He entered the candle-lit room and felt the steam immediately begin to release his tension and relax his muscles. He took off the cumbersome armor and immediately began to enjoy himself in the hot bath.

Time passed by and he saw the sun began to dimmer down into the ground as Gilgamesh realized that his skin was beginning to prune. He reluctantly stepped out of the water into the cold embrace the wind had to offer him. He found his favorite pair of nightwear there, blue pajamas with teddy bears on it. He felt the overwhelming desire to sleep and began to appreciate that the clothes that were left out for him were extraordinarily comfy. Gilgamesh exited the bath-room and began his journey to the King’s Chambers! His body forced him to slump to the side of the wall for a moment to rest and he shut his eyes before unwillingly drifting away to dreams of Golden coins and money baths.

Morning came too fast and he pulled the covers over his eyes and grumbled, “Just five more minutes Anos.” He peeked one eye open and he realized that he was inside his royal bed and that someone had carried him up to his room. Classic Anos. He threw the covers off and walked over to his enormous closet and picked his classic casual look.

He walked over to his balcony and opened up a portal before taking out a wine bottle and a golden chalice. He poured himself some wine and began to sip on it before continuing to daydream and enjoy the morning sun. A knocking was present on his door, followed by Anos entering the room, earning a cursory glance as he continued to enjoy his day.

“My King, there is a boy waiting outside for you...he looks...unusual. He requests your presence. Shall I bring him in?” Anos shifted uneasily, hoping that for once his King was in a good mood.

“Very well, bring the boy in. Hopefully he is of some use to me.” The King turned towards the entrance of the door and waited for a bit while the lad began to explore the wonderful magnificence of the Kingdom of Gilgamesh. How the boy must feel to enter? And if Anos says he looks peculiar...then he must be a prime or someone of higher power. The boy entered and Gilgamesh noted the boy’s weird hairstyle and his thin figure. Definitely a prime. Now what was this boy packing?

Gilgamesh sat up from his chair, genuinely interested in what the boy was going to say to him. He heard Anos close the door behind him as the boy entered the room.

“Ar-are you Gilgamesh?” The King nodded his head as he took a sip of wine, eying down the boy. “I...I have to ummm. I have to do this or else I’ll be h-hunted down by Em-Empire.” The boy shifted uneasily before withdrawing his blade, the black glistening in the morning sun. The King just laid back as the sword formed lips and the young boy shouted, “Screech.. Alpha” His sword began to scream and Gilgamesh winced at his ears being attacked. The boy raised up his sword and was about to bring it down. Golden Portals opened up next to the boy and chains flew out and prevented him from moving his arm or well anything to that matter. Gilgamesh just sat in his chair casually laid back and smiling towards the boy. The boys eyes widened in panic but the King got up from his chair and laughed.

“This was certainly amusing and you do earn something for this small bit of entertainment.” The King glared at the boy for a second. “However, if this was a real attempt to end me, you shall learn the pains of life very soon. His casual smirk returned as he glanced towards the city. “Yet if you feel persecution, you shouldn’t. My nation is a Safe Haven for those who seek refuge and we seek to do justice to those who have been wronged. Well, as long as you don’t attempt harm upon my subjects nor my belongings. Gilgamesh returned his gaze towards Crona. He had learned his lesson from demanding servitude in a land where Primes has as much power as him. He needed to “earn” their servitude one way...or another.