The Golden Era

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh stepped down the marble staircase, his hair still freshly damp from his bath and his clothes trailed with soft wet marks. His body, free from sickness, felt better than it had ever before. His bare feet brushing up against the red, velvety carpet and his hands tracing the golden railing. He slowly descended the stairs and took a right onto the long hallway with portraits of himself and eventually came upon the thrown room.

His classic stone thrown called for him to be sat upon, the sides ornate with gold and other ornate gems. A familiar purr emanated from the shadows as the King's Lion, Ishtar, came out and welcomed its master with happiness. The great beast pounced onto Gilgamesh's lap, his massive paws and head barely fitting onto it. Gilgamesh couldn't help but laugh at the house cat's enthusiasm.

"I missed you too Ishtar." The King smiled as he pet the lion's mane. Anos entered the room without much surprise to the situation.

"You requested me sir?" His expression gave no sense of emotion as if he had gone through an extensive day that he had just wanted to be over.

"Yes, Anos who is the prime prisoner down in the dungeon? What did that one do?" He continued to be enthralled with the lion who was currently playing on his lap.

"Ah yes Demetri, this one was the one who attacked your royalty's guards, however he quickly surrendered right after. No one was murdered and there were minor injuries. However, the one that the rest of your primes are after still refuses to surrender after his acts against the King."

Gilgamesh broke his gaze with his cute pet and looked at Anos. "Well I suppose if he surrendered then I should show some mercy and for those that disobey my will, will be shown my wrath." A cruel smile crept onto his face. "Bring the prime up. I can use this man for some of my...bigger plans."