The Fallen Kings [M]

[Gilgamesh]

Droplets of blood dropped from Gilgamesh’s mouth, causing ripples in the pool of blood the King had created. He attempted to stand back on his feet, however black spots quickly danced before his eyes. The blood loss made him feel woozy, and unable to even walk properly. His stomach bleeding and charred from the short period of agony he was forced to endure by the abomination.

A soothing, caring voice came to his head. Just sit down for a while. Everything will be fine and you’ll find your way out of here. Gilgamesh ranted at the remark, his toxic spit flying out of his mouth. “Those mongrels will know the true meaning of hell when I escape. I will tear down everything that they hold dear to them!” Gilgamesh screamed, baring his blood-stained teeth at nothing. His breaths became heavier as he limped away from his temporary prison. The King looked down to his stomach, grimacing as he saw the scar of his charred flesh covering the gash in his stomach. His fingers traced the outline of the mark, his body permanently destroyed by that creature.

Gilgamesh heard a barely audible groan come from his left. Gilgamesh eyes darted to the left, his pupils narrowing and his heart rate shot up. He raised his sword quickly to see nothing but a small figure in the distance. A wave of relief hit the King of Heroes as he realized nothing was going to attack him in such a vulnerable state. Gilgamesh walked immediately towards the direction of the figure, if that mongrel was in any similar situation to Gilgamesh he could get the aid of that man. Having a servant down here seemed more beneficial than attempting to leave this place alone and if that man wouldn’t want his help...Gilgamesh glanced at his blade before scowling. This blade was already stained with the blood of the unworthy and corrupt, he might as well use it down here.

The King of Heroes’ face turned into a cruel smile as he saw the victim of these chains. The small figure in the distance became ever more familiar, the red hair and sickly colored skin was recognizable from almost anywhere. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but walk a little faster towards his old enemy, if he couldn't take out his vengeance upon that pesky mouse he would most certainly take it out on that arrogant fool who calls himself a King. It was perfect, the Gerudo was in chains similar to how Gilgamesh was bound, but that pesky abomination was gone, Ganondorf was now his to play with. Ganondorf was visibly unharmed saved for a few bruises.

The Gerudo hazily opened his eyes awake to feel the sharp tip of Gilgamesh’s blade upon his neck and the sadistic smile that was placed on his face. “You’ve fallen as well? Not surprising coming from someone of your caliber.” The Gerudo mocked the King, with a slick smile and venom tracing every one of his words. Gilgamesh’s smirk had disappeared and he pressed the tip of his blade a little harder into the Gerudo’s throat causing a small trickle of blood to trail down the blade.

“I see you continue to have a sharp tongue Gerudo. I hope you don’t mind when I cut out your tongue, pig. ” He took the blade off of Ganondorf’s chest and placed the flat end against his cheek. The Gerudo’s expression didn’t charge, “Your threats do not frighten me, you being down here is proof that one of my lessers had done their job correctly.” His snide nature, irritating the very essence of the King of Heroes.

“If you recall, I believe I had bested you in the event Dante’s Abyss. I think I have given you plenty of reason to fear me, and I will continue to give you reason down here.” Gilgamesh smirked as he brought back his arm to plunge his sword into the depths of Ganondorf’s stomach. The chains tensed up and creaked underneath Ganondorf’s force, the sword piercing his stomach for a second before the chains all together broke.

“What?!” Gilgamesh’s eyes widened as the Gerudo’s fist cracked into his face, flinging him across the red dirt. Confusion spread across his face to see why the chains broke but he couldn’t help but smirk at a bit of the realization. He had been given the same look when he had broken the chains but expected them to pull it’s weight. Only his treasures were of any quality and shouldn’t have trusted any cut rate fakes. He put his hand up to his now bruised cheek and glared at the recently freed mongrel.

“Not so smug now are you?” Ganondorf mocked before he saw Gilgamesh standing up sword in hand. “I’ll be grateful and smug when mongrels like you are put in their place.” Gilgamesh charged towards Ganondorf, as the Gerudo began to summon his own pair of swords. The King of Heroes tainted sword clashed with those of Demise, the Gerudo’s massive swords easily outclassing his tormented treasure. Gilgamesh stepped to the side, redirecting the massive swords into the ground. He scoffed as he brought up his sword to decapitate the large gerudo but Ganondorf easily brought up his sword to match his. The Gerudo’s sly smirk still pissed of Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh jumped back, bring his sword up defensively. His head was spinning, his wounds accumulating and Ganondorf could read that like a book.The Gerudo ran towards him, swords in hand and shoved the King of Heroes into the ground before clashing with his weapons. Gilgamesh felt his strength leaving him as the swords were pushed closer and closer to his face. Before... relief, the pressure stopped and the Gerudo’s smug expression wiped away. Gilgamesh smirked as he saw his limp body hit the floor next to him. Gilgamesh smiled until he saw the demon before him hit him in the face as well.

And the two rival kings plunged into darkness.

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