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[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh sat comfortably in a chair in the massive library, casually reading Sappho’s beautiful poetry. It really was quite a shame that these luxuries were built after the gilded King had passed. It was a great comfort to Gil that he was able to lay claim to these spiritual treasures now that he was alive once again. His eyes slowly glazed over the finishing stanza before raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

“You there, servant girl? Fetch me the next piece of art. This is… Gilgamesh close the scroll and looked at the title, “Sappho 16 . Gilgamesh raised his hand, holding the scroll waiting for the girl to pick it up. She hurriedly took it from his hands before scurrying off into the library to find the King’s next request. Gilgamesh’s ears perked up as he heard two voices echoing clearly throughout the halls, clearly uneasy with one another.

“Perhaps we could choose a more suitable venue?” He asked, motioning to the ancient library.

“No,” Strazio said, removing Demetri’s rifle from his shoulder, “now, before I lose my nerve.”

A vein bulged in his eyebrow, the two would dare desanctify this place of priceless treasure? He would not allow them to defile this sacred place of spiritual pleasure. Gilgamesh rose from his seat hastily, following the loud voices. He hustled throughout the library, not long before ending up between the likely two culprits.

“I’m not going to hold back,” he said, “and you better not either, I’m not going to stop until one of us is dead.”

Gilgamesh stood at the top of the stairs overlooking the two obvious primes. Gold dust materialize and collected upon Gilgamesh, beginning to form his iconic golden armor. “You fools. You would have the gall to spar in a intellectual palace filled with my treasures? His voice dripped with venom. Your bodies will hit the ground before you have the chance, cur.