The Worst Kingslayer

[Gilgamesh]

The silver, glowing chains retracted back into the portals and the boy’s arms feel before him before the...sword began to assault it’s master? The gloved hands smacking the boy was quite amusing. A sword bossing around the wielder? How comical! A sly smirk grew on the King’s face. This world has so much to offer me. All of these subjects are quite entertaining. He glanced outside for a moment, while the jester and his brutal sword continued to duke it out. He felt almost grateful to Omni, the amusement he gained would not be short lived. Omni had good taste, the King had to give him that. Good taste indeed. His attention was brought back by a loud “YOU!” This sword had more gall than the child wielding it did. Gilgamesh peered at the sword as it stated its challenge toward him he noticed the black figure pop out and seemed to glare Gilgamesh in the eye accusingly. He couldn’t help but feel irked at the challenge as he grit his teeth.

“Hmm? You dare question my authority?!” Golden portals opened up next to the King, shimmering in the sun, as weapons of various shapes and sizes began to peak out and all pointed at the small boy in front of him. “Now question with my ability to destroy their false King again? Now if you continue to mock me, you shall be punished.” He casually sat back down into his chair as the child stood in shock of the massive array of weapons the King had pointed at him. The boy trembled in fear as the black demon began to look admirably at the variety of weapons and how casually the King had taken the monster’s threats.

"Well... thats impressive. I guess you made your point then. Stick with him Crona." The demon proceeded to enter the sword and disappear from their view.The King let out a soft smile, at least he was able to intimidate this small prime. This power felt nice, once again it was in his hands. The boy still was shaking frightened and the King let the weapons slink back into his treasury and the golden disappear one by one like fireflies in the night sky. The boy visibly relaxed a bit before the King spoke.

“Now tell me, my subject. Who exactly are you? Gilgamesh peered at the boy as he shifted uncomfortably underneath his gaze. The boy casually put away the sword and began to rub the back of his pink hair uncomfortably.

"M-my name is Crona...a-and this is Ragnarok. I-i-i’ll be glad to help you fight the Empire. That is if you t-take me into your Kingdom." The boy’s eyes darted down onto the floor and he shifted uncomfortably. Gilgamesh stood up and walked over towards the small boy whose sword wielding power and demon must provide him of some use. The boy’s eyes averted from the King and he couldn’t help but smile

“Yes, of course you may assist me in my conquest to depose the false King. You shall be heavily rewarded for your loyalty, my worthy ally.” The horrid taste of compliments flew out of his mouth, the honor the boy should have for receiving these compliments...he should be grateful. However, it seemed the boy relaxed a little and smiled as the King walked towards the door and yelled out towards the entrance where light polluted the dark halls of his fortress. “Anos, show my new subject a chamber here in the Palace. The King turned to his subject who now held a smile and awaited patiently to be shown his room. His brow furrowed and how dare Anos make him wait! HOW DARE HE! “Anos I demand you come this instance!” The boy seemed a little unnerved but was glad that the King was not directing his anger towards him.

His voice called out from the entrance of the gate. He had the gall to not come and talk to the King himself. He dare make Gilgamesh strain his ears to hear his voice. Servants weren’t made like the used to be anymore. “My King, there is another prime outside...one more in need for medical attention.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Bring the man in! The King’s eyes lit up, another prime...another source of power lining up at his door. Oh yes....his idea of his Kingdom was all coming back together. His New Babylon would be fantastic...oh yes...it will be perfect.

His servant's response however, was less than satisfactory. “My King I am not sure if you will be happy-”

Gilgamesh’s voice cut the servant’s off with abrupt harshness. “I said bring the man in Anos, we do not want another one of my subjects dying just yet.” The man shambled in, a blood trail entering with him and staining the carpet. Anos quickly entered after the man, hurrying into a room with a sign that stated, “Servant’s Quarters.” Three of the strong, able bodied men came to assist while Anos nodded at the King before heading up the staircase and leading Crona into the hallway of luxurious bedrooms which he could choose from.

“You three. Take the man to one of the guest rooms and treat his wounds. I guarantee safety at my Kingdom for all those who seek it. And you, Stranger Prime. Welcome! To New Babylon.