The Worst Kingslayer

[Strazio Rockwell]

Infuriated and still slightly intoxicated Strazio raged from the king's room. White-hot magic roared across his body and stung his skin, irritating him even more. Two armored soldiers stepped in stride with the fuming prime. Strazio surmised that they were there to make sure he left without incident, this angered him even more. He turned to the one on his left side and growled deep and low like rumbling thunder "get the fuck away from me or I'll tear you apart". The guard was stunned slightly by Strazio's threat, allowing himself to lag behind the prime a few steps. Normally he would hate threatening a harmless guard, but Gilgamesh had gotten under his skin in a way that few people did.

"Arrogant prick" he whispered under his breath as he shoved his way through the palace doors. In the streets of Nippur the prime's obvious rage impelled the civilians to give him a wide berth. The sparks crawling across his body left a small trail of burns on the ground as he walked, the energy begged to be released and Strazio wanted to carve a hole into the immaculate palace. Strazio took a deep breath and rubbed his singed arms, the pain helped him back to his senses. He scowled and kicked at the sand and dust, trying to get his mind off that damned king.

"How can that bastard just dismiss me like that?" the mage of rage fumed to himself. He remembered seeing advertisements for Dante's Abyss a sort of death arena for primes. An almost sinister smile crawled across Strazio's lips. I'll prove my strength to that arrogant bastard, I'll kick his ass in the Abyss. He knew that even if he placed first in the contest there was no guarantee that Gil would even speak with Strazio again, but if he placed well he could make a name for himself and find more allies. Hell even if he didn't place well it would give him an excuse to batter the great king Gilgamesh around. The thought quieted his anger and the magick that arced across his body subsided. He looked around and found a couple of wooden barrels to sit on and rest. Strazio held out his hand and a small ball of rainbow Omnilium formed in his hand. Strazio watched in silence as the orb shifted and formed into a long white cloak.

Covered by his signature cloak Strazio began walking towards the nearest gate. The entire way he clenched his fists tightly, still mulling over Gilgamesh. He secretly hoped to run into more dervish, or at least something he could justify annihilating. After several hours of grueling travel across the sand and dusts of the Dunes he finally made it to the nexus gate. He turned back to face the desert and growled under his breath and spit in the sand "I'm coming for you king of sand, I will prove my strength to you in the abyss"