05-31-2015, 02:33 PM
Despite all the murders he'd managed to commit within the last day and how much he'd sinned, the Old Gods still seemed to hold some favour in Jon Snow.
Enough faith to keep him alive, at least. As he'd awoke from his rest, he was greeted with the grinning face of Gilgamesh, as well as the news that he was going to survive. The man they'd come across, Victor, had gone to good lengths to mend Jon's body and mind with his stimpacks, all of them. Jon was grateful for his life, of course, but the bastard was beginning to wonder; was this really all worth it? The only way out of this torture and massacre now was the sweet release of death. Jon wanted out from here, he just wished there was another way; any other than death.
Snow wouldn't get to meet the man who healed him - not until some hours later, anyway. All a part of Gilgameshes's unspoken plan. They saw him against whilst scaling Mount Blair, and he walked with two women - one had violet hair, the other purple skin and pointed ears. And when their backs were turned, that's when Victor strikes out. Stabbing the purple-headed woman in the back with some injection, she (quite literally) dispersed into thin air and ash, her body evaporating with little trace to leave behind. As her pointy-eared acquainted caught what was going on and rushed for Victor, Gilgamesh sprung into action, and Jon only followed. A short stand-off occurred before, from behind the rocks and stone, another emerged. A tall, bulky man wearing fine, elegant armour. Something that offered him protection? The hulk of a man was close to finishing the job of killing the purple woman, anyway, though she narrowly escaped. Quite the victory had been won for their group today, and the King was in quite high spirits because of it.
Yet Jon grew restless as his thoughts and inner-being ate away at him. What was that? What did Victor use?
The death he'd witnessed back there atop the mountain had been unlike any other death he'd seen here so far. That woman... she just dispersed... poof, and she was gone. It was just about beginning to baffle Jon. Was there more too it than that?
He grew so restless from it, in fact, that had decided to question Gilgamesh about it, before anything else.
The King of the Sands had seated himself under a tree, taking some time to regain his energy and strength as well as admire his new weapon - the one he'd scooped up after the violet-haired woman had perished into nothingness. Jon made quick haste to approach him, his long, dark fur-cloak swaying slightly with his movements. The King anticipated his footsteps, glancing up slightly so their eyes met, hazel-brown against drained red. "Jon?" Gilgameshs's eyebrow raised slightly as his Knight of Honour approached.
"Your grace" The Bastard of Winterfell gave a bow of courtesy and respect. The King's already-present grin widened slightly, as he turned back to look down at his new weapon. "I'm glad you're still with us, Snow. For despite that wound in your chest, you still prove... of high value, and of high use". Jon's facial expression twisted and turned at that. He wasn't sure to be offended or flattered. Uses? He did not wish to be some tool, but then again, isn't that what he's been this whole time?
"'Thank you, your grace" Jon spoke out in response, glancing behind him momentarily and clearing his throat before continuing. "But... I wanted to ask you something..." the bastard let the words trail from tongue as the King's eyes widened a bit, his interests clearly perked. "What was it Victor used on that woman? The thing that made her just... melt away like that?". The King's grin broadened into a sadistic sneer at that. "Ahh... the banishment serum..." Gilgamesh let out a slight laugh, resting further back against the tree. Jon's head tilted to the side somewhat. "Banishment serum?" he spoke with confusion. The King squinted a bit for a few moments, before his eyes lit up.
"You've never heard of banishment? Huh..." the King closed his eyes, inhaling through his nostrils as he took in some fresh air before going on to explain. "When you're banished, you're sent to the Underverse... the deepest hell of the Omniverse" the King's already wide smile became larger as he explained, and Jon went just a little bit pale. "Not many have been there; I certainly haven't. But it's rumoured to contain all manner of... horrifying beasts and creatures" the King shrugged his shoulders simply. "We all know one thing for certain, though; when you're sent to the Underverse, there's no coming back. I'd say it's a shame, but it really isn't" the King guffawed. "Foolish, naive and ignorant mongrels like her only belong in a place such as that... I'm just saddened we couldn't bring the other bitch to heel".
And it was at that moment that the loose tower of respect and camaraderie Jon had had for and with Gilgamesh collapsed completely.
Jon spun around, storming off angrily with no words. He could have swore he heard the King call after him, but Jon didn't care. He was a monster, a beast in human skin. He had this planned all along. And now that Jon had helped them, he was no better than a wild animal or a savage, either. He was condemned, just as much as they were.
Snow spotted Victor re-emerge from the woods as he walked, and he felt his gloved fists ball, his anger immediately transitioning to him. The bastard's boots smacked against the ground as he bolted for him, and Victor barely had any time to spin around and say anything before Jon had grabbed at his collar, holding him by the scruff of his neck.
"You piece of shit" Jon spoke through bared teeth. He brought a clenched fist up as if to punch Victor, but before he cough, Gilgamesh had charged him down, pinning him against the tree with his hands around his neck.
"Jon Snow!" the King yelled into his face. Jon struggled against the mans grip for some moments, staring him deafeningly in the eyes. Gilgamesh took a deep breath inward and closed his eyes before he continued. "...Do you wish to live?" he inquired with a much more calm and collected tone. Jon also took the time to barely compose himself, before nodding slowly. "Then... forsake your honour" the King sighed. "Forsake your morals. They'll do you no good out here. Not in this place. Here, you must fight for yourself and your friends, and nobody else. You cannot afford to. Do you understand?".
Jon glared at him darkly for a few more seconds before his expression loosened, and he nodded once again. The King's hands steadily slipped from Jon's throat, and the golden-armoured royal turned around, silently walking off.
Jon took a deep breath inward as he watched him go, clutching at his chest. He shook his head. He was an animal, a monster, a vile creature...
But he was right.
Jon may be his father's son, but he didn't want to die as his father did. Being betrayed and beheaded as though he were a common brigand or rogue outlaw. No. He had come too far now to die. His whole life he had persevered against rough odds, and he would not stop here. He will make it out of this alive, no matter what the cost.
Snow's head tilted up as he hopelessly stared up at shifting morning sky.
Father, brother... forgive me. I have dishonoured myself in the sights of gods and men, and I must continue doing so if I want to live.
Enough faith to keep him alive, at least. As he'd awoke from his rest, he was greeted with the grinning face of Gilgamesh, as well as the news that he was going to survive. The man they'd come across, Victor, had gone to good lengths to mend Jon's body and mind with his stimpacks, all of them. Jon was grateful for his life, of course, but the bastard was beginning to wonder; was this really all worth it? The only way out of this torture and massacre now was the sweet release of death. Jon wanted out from here, he just wished there was another way; any other than death.
Snow wouldn't get to meet the man who healed him - not until some hours later, anyway. All a part of Gilgameshes's unspoken plan. They saw him against whilst scaling Mount Blair, and he walked with two women - one had violet hair, the other purple skin and pointed ears. And when their backs were turned, that's when Victor strikes out. Stabbing the purple-headed woman in the back with some injection, she (quite literally) dispersed into thin air and ash, her body evaporating with little trace to leave behind. As her pointy-eared acquainted caught what was going on and rushed for Victor, Gilgamesh sprung into action, and Jon only followed. A short stand-off occurred before, from behind the rocks and stone, another emerged. A tall, bulky man wearing fine, elegant armour. Something that offered him protection? The hulk of a man was close to finishing the job of killing the purple woman, anyway, though she narrowly escaped. Quite the victory had been won for their group today, and the King was in quite high spirits because of it.
Yet Jon grew restless as his thoughts and inner-being ate away at him. What was that? What did Victor use?
The death he'd witnessed back there atop the mountain had been unlike any other death he'd seen here so far. That woman... she just dispersed... poof, and she was gone. It was just about beginning to baffle Jon. Was there more too it than that?
He grew so restless from it, in fact, that had decided to question Gilgamesh about it, before anything else.
The King of the Sands had seated himself under a tree, taking some time to regain his energy and strength as well as admire his new weapon - the one he'd scooped up after the violet-haired woman had perished into nothingness. Jon made quick haste to approach him, his long, dark fur-cloak swaying slightly with his movements. The King anticipated his footsteps, glancing up slightly so their eyes met, hazel-brown against drained red. "Jon?" Gilgameshs's eyebrow raised slightly as his Knight of Honour approached.
"Your grace" The Bastard of Winterfell gave a bow of courtesy and respect. The King's already-present grin widened slightly, as he turned back to look down at his new weapon. "I'm glad you're still with us, Snow. For despite that wound in your chest, you still prove... of high value, and of high use". Jon's facial expression twisted and turned at that. He wasn't sure to be offended or flattered. Uses? He did not wish to be some tool, but then again, isn't that what he's been this whole time?
"'Thank you, your grace" Jon spoke out in response, glancing behind him momentarily and clearing his throat before continuing. "But... I wanted to ask you something..." the bastard let the words trail from tongue as the King's eyes widened a bit, his interests clearly perked. "What was it Victor used on that woman? The thing that made her just... melt away like that?". The King's grin broadened into a sadistic sneer at that. "Ahh... the banishment serum..." Gilgamesh let out a slight laugh, resting further back against the tree. Jon's head tilted to the side somewhat. "Banishment serum?" he spoke with confusion. The King squinted a bit for a few moments, before his eyes lit up.
"You've never heard of banishment? Huh..." the King closed his eyes, inhaling through his nostrils as he took in some fresh air before going on to explain. "When you're banished, you're sent to the Underverse... the deepest hell of the Omniverse" the King's already wide smile became larger as he explained, and Jon went just a little bit pale. "Not many have been there; I certainly haven't. But it's rumoured to contain all manner of... horrifying beasts and creatures" the King shrugged his shoulders simply. "We all know one thing for certain, though; when you're sent to the Underverse, there's no coming back. I'd say it's a shame, but it really isn't" the King guffawed. "Foolish, naive and ignorant mongrels like her only belong in a place such as that... I'm just saddened we couldn't bring the other bitch to heel".
And it was at that moment that the loose tower of respect and camaraderie Jon had had for and with Gilgamesh collapsed completely.
Jon spun around, storming off angrily with no words. He could have swore he heard the King call after him, but Jon didn't care. He was a monster, a beast in human skin. He had this planned all along. And now that Jon had helped them, he was no better than a wild animal or a savage, either. He was condemned, just as much as they were.
Snow spotted Victor re-emerge from the woods as he walked, and he felt his gloved fists ball, his anger immediately transitioning to him. The bastard's boots smacked against the ground as he bolted for him, and Victor barely had any time to spin around and say anything before Jon had grabbed at his collar, holding him by the scruff of his neck.
"You piece of shit" Jon spoke through bared teeth. He brought a clenched fist up as if to punch Victor, but before he cough, Gilgamesh had charged him down, pinning him against the tree with his hands around his neck.
"Jon Snow!" the King yelled into his face. Jon struggled against the mans grip for some moments, staring him deafeningly in the eyes. Gilgamesh took a deep breath inward and closed his eyes before he continued. "...Do you wish to live?" he inquired with a much more calm and collected tone. Jon also took the time to barely compose himself, before nodding slowly. "Then... forsake your honour" the King sighed. "Forsake your morals. They'll do you no good out here. Not in this place. Here, you must fight for yourself and your friends, and nobody else. You cannot afford to. Do you understand?".
Jon glared at him darkly for a few more seconds before his expression loosened, and he nodded once again. The King's hands steadily slipped from Jon's throat, and the golden-armoured royal turned around, silently walking off.
Jon took a deep breath inward as he watched him go, clutching at his chest. He shook his head. He was an animal, a monster, a vile creature...
But he was right.
Jon may be his father's son, but he didn't want to die as his father did. Being betrayed and beheaded as though he were a common brigand or rogue outlaw. No. He had come too far now to die. His whole life he had persevered against rough odds, and he would not stop here. He will make it out of this alive, no matter what the cost.
Snow's head tilted up as he hopelessly stared up at shifting morning sky.
Father, brother... forgive me. I have dishonoured myself in the sights of gods and men, and I must continue doing so if I want to live.
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