The Fallen Kings [M]

[Gilgamesh]

“Banishment Buster.” Gilgamesh’s face drained of color. Banishment? Swift visions of Dante’s Abyss and Violet flashed by her eyes. The look of seething rage as she crumbled away into black dust. Horror came onto his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. All that was rightfully his could be taken from him and he could do nothing about it.

The King fell to his knees as he could feel his insides dissipating. He felt the crumbly black dust sit and burn at the bottom of his stomach. The searing pain, as if acid was poured upon him, was unbearable. He could feel every fiber of his body being torn away from him. His fingers automatically dug into the ground, needing an outlet for the pain. He looked up at the cur one more time, with more rage than he has ever felt before. He could not let himself be brought down by the insects that crawl beneath his boot.

Gilgamesh tried to speak but the burning pain of his throat being torn apart was too much for him to say anything above a whisper. “I will be back.” He cringed in utter agony as the rest of his body turned into dust and his vision faded to black.

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His eyes fluttered open upon a blood red sky and his arms in chains. The ground almost seemed as if it was made out of a black soot. Within a split second of coming into consciousness, Gilgamesh began writhing in pain. The steel was glowing a bright red around his limbs was burning his flesh constantly. He screamed into the void but even his voice died out in the endless chasm.

Glowing yellow eyes appeared from the darkness as a small, grey creature appeared from thin air. Its grotesque nails were caked with blood and its disgusting structure made the King want to vomit. It looked as if it had wispy grey hair and it was hunched over with a disgusting, protruding belly. It’s teeth were jagged and uneven and the barbarian had its lower jaw stuck out. This abomination was nothing from the land that the King had previously ruled.

The creature smiled as it saw the King struggling in pain, almost as if he were a trapped bear who had gotten his leg caught. The iron chains stopped burning and Gilgamesh felt a wave of relief. “I see that you’re awake. I was just getting bored, the other one is sadly still unconscious. I now have someone to play with.”

The creature walked over to a pool of lava and pulled out a metal rod that had a foreign insignia on it. A smile curled on his face as he began eying the King’s body. The creature ripped into the King’s armor with ease, tearing a massive hole in the armor and causing it to fall into the ground.

“You dare threaten me! You foul cur with smell the ugly stench of death as I will-”

His elaborate speech was cut off by a scream of pain. The monster stabbed the branding iron right into his chest, causing more of his flesh to burn. The black smoke and smell of charred meat was unbearable and he now had a visible brand of whatever that thing is on his chest.

“How-” The creature stabbed one of its putrid fingers into the King’s stomach. A jolt of pain soared throughout his body.

The creature smiled. “You’re my property now. ” The abomination twirled it’s finger around, lacerating many internal organs before ripping it out of the King’s body. Gilgamesh screamed and he looked at the monster’s atrocious fingers. The sides were barbed and was drenched in blood.

“Oh well look at that. You’re bleeding! Let me take care of that!” The creature jammed the end of the burning, metal rod into the wound. A sick laughter soon ensued as hate filled the creatures eyes.

Gilgamesh let out a primal scream as a gate opened behind him. An array of swords peaked out and the creature’s eyes turned from hate to a brief flicker of fear.

“Th-th-those chains we’re supposed to stop you from using Omnilium.” He turned around and began to run, his grey shape disappearing in the darkness. It seemed the creature turned out to be a coward despite it’s courageous actions.

Gilgamesh screamed as he launched the swords out towards where the unholy abomination was standing. The sound of sword piercing flesh blessed the King’s ears. Four more swords came out and cut the chains that the King was bound by. He dropped to his knees, his golden boots could feel the hatred and the heat that the earth beneath promised. He grabbed one of his nearby swords, as the other’s dissipated into dust, and tore off the chains that had bound him.

He walked over to the fallen creature and with his sword in hand. “Please, give me mer-” The King stabbed the creature in the throat, it’s black blood pouring out of it’s wound. It looked helplessly at Gilgamesh as it began to choke on its own blood. The King’s attacks did not stop. Gilgamesh kneeled over and began to relentlessly stab at the corpse until his blade was coated with blood and its corpse became nothing but an unrecognizable pile of garbage.

Gilgamesh had no words to describe how much rage and hate he felt towards this place as a whole. His expressionless face somehow said it all. He wanted this place to be destroyed bit by bit. He wanted to get out of this hell. He wanted to destroy everything that mouse had remotely cared about. He felt vulnerable and weak. He was no longer the all powerful King of Heroes. He felt helpless here that even the smallest of creatures in this verse could leave such a powerful mark on him.

He began to get up and leave but his strength left him. His arms felt like weights and his legs were now boneless. Blood, Gilgamesh vomited blood everywhere. The pain in his stomach was enormous and he couldn’t help but scream in agony. He couldn’t do anything but sit there and bleed. But Kings aren’t supposed to bleed.