07-16-2016, 10:53 PM
The sounds of rattled chains clanked around Gilgamesh’s ears. The floor beneath him had an icy and slick feeling to it. He placed his rugged hands onto the floor, blood slowly oozing out onto the floor from many cuts over his torso. The cloud of darkness around him was palpable and thick like a heavy fog. Gilgamesh reached out to find something that would give him something to base himself off of. Slowly shuffling and tripping over a few cracks on the floor, he eventually found himself a wall to lean against.
From the veil of shadows came a deep, familiar laughter. “Your bumbling around never ceases to amuse me Gilgamesh. No wonder Nippur was so easily felled.” The Gerudo’s lips curled into a smirk. Ganondorf’s wrists, shins, and neck were bound by thick iron cuffs leaving him unable to move a single muscle in his body.
Gilgamesh opened a golden portal, yet it’s shining brilliance brought no light to the room. He extended his hand and started grasping around the air for a hold of the bloodied sword. After several tries, the King was able to grab a hold of the hilt of the weapon and pointed it towards the source of the voice. He shout out into the darkness ahead of him, “Come out mongrel, I will still exterminate you... even in this darkness!”
“Darkness?” The gerudo’s voice left the air with a hint of confusion. Ganondorf’s face smirked as Gilgamesh cluelessly stumbled in his direction. The defiled King of Heroes has tears of blood dried upon his porcelain face and dark, empty caverns where his dainty glass eyes should be. “You seem to be in less than pristine condition I see,” the Gerudo said slyly.
Gilgamesh sneered in the voice’s general direction, “We will see how much pride you have left when your head is underneath my boot.” Gilgamesh’s hand reached to rub his eye but receive no resistance when his fingers reached his eyelid. The next moments flew by in a blur, both of his hands attempting to comprehend that his eyes had be scooped out of his skull. A giant weight accumulated onto his chest and the King couldn’t help but fall to his knees. His teeth grit together in agony as a feeling of fury and defilement overcame him.
“You will pay for this you meaningless insect,” Gilgamesh stood up, the tears of blood demonizing his face and his sword dragging on the ground, grinding upon the rugged stone. The sound of shifting gears echoed throughout the chamber and the stone walls slowly rose, releasing small pebbles and dust. A horde of goblin like creatures entered the room slowly surrounding the blind Gilgamesh. The sly giggles and the sheer number of creatures backed the King of Heroes into a corner.
A small gleaming item flashed in the Gerudo’s eyes. The small twinkle of light revealed a key that was placed around one of the Goblins’ neck. Ganondorf fought to break free of his chains but they were bound too tight. “Gilgamesh, I believe we may have shared interests. Just follow my orders and we can get out of this.”
The Golden King spat back venomously, “A King never takes orders. I will slay these mutts quickly, with vengeance, and without your help.” He pointed up his sword at the unknowingly large horde of creatures. “I have defeated armies. What makes you think you can best m-” A club rammed into his bare chest, forcing the air to escape his lungs. He attempted to gasp for air as he slaced into the darkness, feeling his cold blade sink into warm flesh.
“Parry above you now!” the gerudo shouted. Gilgamesh scoffed until another club smacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness for a brief moment. The taste of blood flowed through his mouth like a river and his brain felt like it was pressed to the bottom of his skull. He sliced out and heard a yelp before Ganondorf shouted another direction. Instead a icey blade stuck into his stomach and another blow into his arm, dislocating his shoulder. Gilgamesh pushed himself up, attempting to ignore the pain and began to slice wildly into random directions of the darkness. The Goblins were more aware now and slowly timed their attacks, as Gilgamesh would swing a flurry of blows into the air a few goblins would slice at legs and arms. Gilgamesh screamed as the goblins laughter echoed throughout his head.
“I am not a toy to be played with. I will obliterate everything that you are.” His rage palpable in the room. The Gerudo was frustrated with the King’s arrogance and his stubborn attitude. “Block to your right side!” The Gerudo spoke quietly, knowing fully that Gilgamesh would likely not respond to his commands.
“Fine!” Gilgamesh screamed as his blade rushed to defend his side. A small dagger collided hopelessly with the King’s treasure and Gilgamesh struck back. He thrust his sword in front of him, impaling the Goblin. His smile of satisfaction quickly faded as another blow struck his head and his body no longer responded. His body crumpled to the ground and the group of goblins began to hold his body up upon his knees, his head dangling in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. A looming figure that wasn’t the gerudo spoke from the darkness.
“This one was unimpressive. Deal with him.” Gilgamesh raised his head up to contest with his statement but words fell short of him. A blade rose up to his neck and with a quick slice, blood began to drain from Gilgamesh’s body. He was suddenly dropped to the floor, his own pool of blood beginning to suffocate him. The Golden King managed to gargle his last words, “You...are going to let me bleed out like a pig?”
The cold voice responded with a slight prod with his leg. “Because that is all you are to me,” were the last words Gilgamesh heard before his life slipped away from his fingertips.
From the veil of shadows came a deep, familiar laughter. “Your bumbling around never ceases to amuse me Gilgamesh. No wonder Nippur was so easily felled.” The Gerudo’s lips curled into a smirk. Ganondorf’s wrists, shins, and neck were bound by thick iron cuffs leaving him unable to move a single muscle in his body.
Gilgamesh opened a golden portal, yet it’s shining brilliance brought no light to the room. He extended his hand and started grasping around the air for a hold of the bloodied sword. After several tries, the King was able to grab a hold of the hilt of the weapon and pointed it towards the source of the voice. He shout out into the darkness ahead of him, “Come out mongrel, I will still exterminate you... even in this darkness!”
“Darkness?” The gerudo’s voice left the air with a hint of confusion. Ganondorf’s face smirked as Gilgamesh cluelessly stumbled in his direction. The defiled King of Heroes has tears of blood dried upon his porcelain face and dark, empty caverns where his dainty glass eyes should be. “You seem to be in less than pristine condition I see,” the Gerudo said slyly.
Gilgamesh sneered in the voice’s general direction, “We will see how much pride you have left when your head is underneath my boot.” Gilgamesh’s hand reached to rub his eye but receive no resistance when his fingers reached his eyelid. The next moments flew by in a blur, both of his hands attempting to comprehend that his eyes had be scooped out of his skull. A giant weight accumulated onto his chest and the King couldn’t help but fall to his knees. His teeth grit together in agony as a feeling of fury and defilement overcame him.
“You will pay for this you meaningless insect,” Gilgamesh stood up, the tears of blood demonizing his face and his sword dragging on the ground, grinding upon the rugged stone. The sound of shifting gears echoed throughout the chamber and the stone walls slowly rose, releasing small pebbles and dust. A horde of goblin like creatures entered the room slowly surrounding the blind Gilgamesh. The sly giggles and the sheer number of creatures backed the King of Heroes into a corner.
A small gleaming item flashed in the Gerudo’s eyes. The small twinkle of light revealed a key that was placed around one of the Goblins’ neck. Ganondorf fought to break free of his chains but they were bound too tight. “Gilgamesh, I believe we may have shared interests. Just follow my orders and we can get out of this.”
The Golden King spat back venomously, “A King never takes orders. I will slay these mutts quickly, with vengeance, and without your help.” He pointed up his sword at the unknowingly large horde of creatures. “I have defeated armies. What makes you think you can best m-” A club rammed into his bare chest, forcing the air to escape his lungs. He attempted to gasp for air as he slaced into the darkness, feeling his cold blade sink into warm flesh.
“Parry above you now!” the gerudo shouted. Gilgamesh scoffed until another club smacked his head, causing him to lose consciousness for a brief moment. The taste of blood flowed through his mouth like a river and his brain felt like it was pressed to the bottom of his skull. He sliced out and heard a yelp before Ganondorf shouted another direction. Instead a icey blade stuck into his stomach and another blow into his arm, dislocating his shoulder. Gilgamesh pushed himself up, attempting to ignore the pain and began to slice wildly into random directions of the darkness. The Goblins were more aware now and slowly timed their attacks, as Gilgamesh would swing a flurry of blows into the air a few goblins would slice at legs and arms. Gilgamesh screamed as the goblins laughter echoed throughout his head.
“I am not a toy to be played with. I will obliterate everything that you are.” His rage palpable in the room. The Gerudo was frustrated with the King’s arrogance and his stubborn attitude. “Block to your right side!” The Gerudo spoke quietly, knowing fully that Gilgamesh would likely not respond to his commands.
“Fine!” Gilgamesh screamed as his blade rushed to defend his side. A small dagger collided hopelessly with the King’s treasure and Gilgamesh struck back. He thrust his sword in front of him, impaling the Goblin. His smile of satisfaction quickly faded as another blow struck his head and his body no longer responded. His body crumpled to the ground and the group of goblins began to hold his body up upon his knees, his head dangling in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. A looming figure that wasn’t the gerudo spoke from the darkness.
“This one was unimpressive. Deal with him.” Gilgamesh raised his head up to contest with his statement but words fell short of him. A blade rose up to his neck and with a quick slice, blood began to drain from Gilgamesh’s body. He was suddenly dropped to the floor, his own pool of blood beginning to suffocate him. The Golden King managed to gargle his last words, “You...are going to let me bleed out like a pig?”
The cold voice responded with a slight prod with his leg. “Because that is all you are to me,” were the last words Gilgamesh heard before his life slipped away from his fingertips.
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