The Worst Kingslayer

[Gilgamesh]

He watched the lightweight prime barge on into his meeting just as it was getting good. The woman who had come in with so much dignity was now on her knees pleading for the King to give her a chance. Oh how he enjoyed it when people were on their knees in fear and subservience. An evil grin came to his face as he sat back and enjoyed the spectacle.

However, the show was over as the wounded prime had ran into the meeting room and obviously had too much to drink. The stagger in his was quite the sign that things were not going to go well with the prime. How could he present himself in this way to his King. He told them to enjoy themselves, not to be barbarians and indulge in the gifts he bestowed upon them. A glare became more prominent and he shifted in his seat as the man began to speak.

“Be silent. I am currently busy and would appreciate it if I would not be intruded in such a bad time.” The King let out a sigh as he pondered for a bit, his face leaning against his fist. The man who stood beneath his glare shifted in anxiety as he murmured a quick apology. His cheeks flushed with color as he rubbed his arm. The other prime slowly walked inside and seemingly tried to hide behind the group.

He raised his arm and waved a drawing motion towards himself. “Anos, please bring the other Prime in here. I may as well finish this all in one sitting. Oh and tell a servant to bring me more wine. I am having quite the headache.” The entire group of potential primes was here before him. While one was a bit...abrupt for his taste he couldn’t complain, I mean he has a monster in his back pocket.

His head slowly back towards the woman who seemed so desperate for the King’s knowledge. He didn’t know if this was just due to the abrupt abrasiveness the man had displayed or the slight bit of humor he had received from the begging but he was beginning to show a liking for this woman. “Agnès now was it?” The King cleared his throat and the remembrance of her pleading right beneath the King’s boot was quite amusing and he had to force himself not to laugh. With a half-smile on his face he continued. “Very well, your pleas for help have changed my mind. I shall tell you what I know and will offer you permanent residence in my Kingdom if you wish.” The priestess thanked her make-believe gods and an expression of thankfulness appeared on her face.

The King’s head turned to the small boy how he had to swallow his pride to forgive. At least he was the sign of more newcomers and he seemed...susceptible to his commands. He would make a good soldier if he learned to not be such a coward. “And you Crona, what is it that you wish to tell me?” The King raised an eyebrow, being a little more lenient on an actual member of his nation.

The boy shifted underneath the King’s stare he rubbed his neck before speaking. “Well, I was just curious to what you would need help with in y-your Kingdom?” Gilgamesh thought a second before speaking to the boy. “Why yes, I’m glad that you asked. I’ll have you assist me in taking down Empire operations in Carrefore. We shall leave before nightfall. The King smiled at the boy, he was starting to grow fond of him. Subservient, willing to help, very quiet. This kid was getting on Gilgamesh’s good side. He’ll keep the boy around for a long time.

Eudocia rushed in, and if she had a tail...it would be wagging. “My King, I brought you a powerful prime! He is very strong and I attacked him just because he looked like a Stormtrooper! But then he told me he was a prime and- and- and then I brought him here for you King!” The monster looked at Gilgamesh with beady eyes and he let a faint smile slip his lips. Her face light up with excitement as she finally got her King’s approval and she bolted out the door and down the hall one can hear a faint, “Yessss!”

Anos slammed the door and sighed...obviously Eudocia was getting on the older man’s nerves and Gilgamesh couldn’t help but chuckle at her innocence. His eyes set firm on the prime as the man stepped forward before him. The man in all white did a little bow before removing his headband and unzipping his jacket. A hole was placed at his neck...The man was obviously not human. Gilgamesh gazed intently trying to understand the the man that stood before him. He put his fingers to his head as he stared at the man before him. The man was some sort of...hollowed out soul. Gilgamesh peered at him unsteadily, unaware of the man’s intentions.

"Ah good Lord. I must first apologize over my undesirable appearance.. a few stormtroopers had decided to bleed on me and shoot at me. I am Seraph and Espada, or Sword. Much like a sword I require someone skilled to wield me and like a seraph I require someone powerful to praise. I believe you may be that person." The King gave him a nod and a smile and the man seemed relieved at the affirmation.

"Good, however I must test my Wielder, My Lord. It wouldn't be suiting for one's blade to fell oneself."

“Oh? I see. Well, I understand you gave my pet some problems… The King paused in his speech before peering at the man. “I guess toying with you shall relieve my boredom" The King hunched over on his back and sat himself at the end of his chair interested in the conversation he was having.

Seraph lost the formality, responding coyly and seemed to make a joke towards the King. "Eh? the crazy wolf-lady-person that attacked me? In defense.. all I did was show up into town." Seraph couldn’t help but snicker as he spoke.

The King raised an eyebrow, “The bell was rung. The townspeople must have thought you were intimidating and unfriendly. However, I apologize for the inconvenience.” This one was someone that needed to be watched...carefully.

Seraph would smile wide and child-like, twirling the headband between his fingers anxiously "Well Mister Gold-Lord-King since you're so nice I'll forget about this incident.. figuratively. They aren't half wrong though... it is complicated" The King laid back in his chair as he continued to peer at the man.

“The name is King Gilgamesh. He turned his face towards the drunken man. “And you, the one who barged in so unceremoniously. What is it that you seek?” His face was irritated at the man who had interrupted the Great King Gilgamesh.

The man stood there proudly, however tried to maintain a respectful attitude towards the King who had so graciously care for him. The man was obviously soldier material but what did he require. “My host, Great King Gilgamesh, I request a small favor from you.”

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” He shifted in his seat as he got into a more comfortable position. “Now what would that favor involve me doing?” A servant came into the room with a glass of wine and he nodded as he received the beverage.

“Well...all I ask of you is to help the Citizens of Darkshire and their quest to end evils and purge their land from the evil Dracul-” The man was cut off by the King as he let out a giant yawn.

“No.”

“What?”

The King turned from his sleepy gaze down onto the man who looked confused at the abrupt response. “I said no. I do not have the assets nor do I wish to go to this Darkshire.” The King’s red eyes narrowed down upon the man as he sized him up.

The man’s returned the glare with a hint of anger and spite. "I'm a dangerous man Gilgamesh, I'm sure you could use the help of some dangerous primes around here. I'm just asking for help taking down Dracula, you can have any riches in his castle, I just want him dead and in the Underverse.”

"All the riches he has belong to me already! Maybe he shall be the first one I take down in the future but not until I gain enough power to overthrow my current enemy...and who are you to offer me help when your affiliations lie beyond my realm!" The King stood up in anger as he leaned over his throne.

The man was obviously getting angry as he threw spite towards Gilgamesh. "You should be flattered that I'm asking for the help of a king of sand and dust. I'm offering you the alliance of a very powerful prime. I can even prove it" Energy arcs streaked across his body as scatters of energy flew into the air. People looked in awe of the “show” that the man was displaying.

“YOU DARE FIRE WEAPONS IN THE KINGS ROOM! You are nothing! I would not spare the time to deal with you personally! I am the King of everything and you dare to question me?!” The King was shouting in anger. His red eyes glowed with a fire of passion and the people in the room jolted in a moment of fear. He wanted to end the prime right then and there for his insolence. The man stood up beneath his glare, giving him the same expression Gilgamesh had.

A ping went of on the King’s phone and he unsteadily broke eye contact with the man before him. He brought the wine glass to his lips as he unlocked the smartphone and he saw a banner on the top of his phone. “Dante’s Abyss Rankings-Check Out the Hottest Primes Here!” Gilgamesh clicked the banner as it popped up. It automatically brought it to the news station as Gilgamesh watched the clip he saw these...items of power. These artefacts and this Karl Jak had them. He grit his teeth as he saw the mongrel showing off the King’s items. How dare this Jak steal his treasures.

The King typed up a reply and in a fit of rage, he slammed down his wine glass, causing shards of glass to fly from his seat. Anos ran towards the King to help him with his bloodied and cut hand.

“My liege, what has upset you? Is it that pestering child?” Anos had a distressed look on his face. He hated when his King threw temper tantrums.

Gilgamesh sighed before going on. “There is this event called “Dante’s Abyss. This mongrel is hosting this death arena event and offering MY TREASURES as a reward for success. Many powerful primes are going to be there. I MUST destroy them all and reclaim my treasures. The gall of those rabid dogs.” The King’s breathing became heavy and he stood up from his throne.

“I shall show you Gilgamesh I am a force to be reckoned with, mark my words.” The man who had just attempted to win over the King had glared him down and left the building in a dash. The remainder of people in the building were all watching Gilgamesh as he raised his hand and motioned the others to follow him exiting the room.

“Anos, lead Agnès to her room. I’m sorry but I cannot give you a personal explanation at the moment I have urgent matters. As for you two. Crona, Seraph, come with me. We shall go to reclaim my treasures.