The Golden Era

[Gilgamesh]

The smell of bile filled the air, and smell was almost visible as it emanated out of the buckets of vomit. The bullets of sweat and the massive migraines were lifted from his body. Gilgamesh’s body no longer felt as if it was going to give out at the slightest touch but in fact felt better than he ever has before. The furnace inside his body was now at a comfortable temperature...his massive sickness has gone but only the stench remained. His robes rell onto the floor as he attempted to get up. He outstretched his arms and felt the satisfying crack of bones.

His lazy legs slowly went towards the large bathroom as he happily anticipated a bath without the accompanying feeling of rising vomit. He twisted the golden handles as the steaming water poured into the bath. Gilgamesh felt a little luxurious today so he grabbed some bubbles off of his counter and poured it into the bath. The warm bath began to smell a little floral and a warm smile appeared on his face. He dumped the rest of that shit out...he can always summon another bottle later. His robe dropped and he slowly lowered himself into the bubbly mess.

[i] I deserve a break after that horrid ordeal. How dare that chef not cook my chicken well enough. He should be executed

The door opened and he heard the buckets shifting around. “My liege! Where are you?”

“Anos, I am in the tub. Let the people know their King has recovered.”

The elderly man entered the room and his grey beard had gotten significantly...greyer. He looked slightly bemused at the hat the King had formed for himself out of bubbles.

“In that case I have some news to tell you.” The King slumped back into the mass of bubbles as he listened. Anos took out his clipboard and began to read it off to the King. “A new barbarian has declared war on your Kingdom, a prime is being chased down and hunted for attacking your castle, and you have a hair appointment at noon.” The King’s brows furrowed at this news and he had no idea how this got left unattended for so long.

“Oh but there is a prisoner downstairs that might need some attention.” Anos smiled as he closed the door to the room. The King’s brow eased up and a cruel smile slowly crawled onto his face. Finally some decent news. The King would establish a new era. 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."

[Demetri Malius]

"Alright prisoner, King Gilgamesh himself has summoned you to his court."

Demetri narrowed his eyes. The familiar feeling of suspicion and dread filled his body. The scene before him played out just as it did on that one horrible day when he was last summoned to the court by a king. He slowly lifted himself off the floor and put forth his hands so that the guards could shackle him. Enough time had passed so that the thief's wounds had healed, and that his bones had mended themselves back together. Now that he was healthy, he had no qualms about being binded with these simple chains. Perhaps he could take a few souvenirs along his way.

"Move along, we shall not keep the King waiting."

Damn kings and their supposed valuable time. Demetri scanned the halls and room as the two guards escorted him through to the court, keeping a mental map of the place. Once the endless array of halls began to bore him, he decided to test himself. Although there wasn't a chance that he would escape from here without any weapons or tools, he figured he would see what he could pocket. Demetri made sure to take his time walking as he summoned a tiny lock-pick, taking care as to not let any guards witness his action. The thief loosened his chains, giving him enough slack to move more freely.

With a smirk, the thief used his deception, slinking back while he image walked along,using his deft fingers to fiddle with the guards' pockets. Unfortunately, he came up with nothing but a few gold coins and some pocket lint. Such a shame.

Giving no sense of suspicion, the thief pocketed his loot and quickly resumed him position between the guards. The thief mumbled along, bored and anxious before they came upon the large decorated doors to the court. The thief rolled his eyes as the guards pushed him forwards. It seemed none of these fools were going to accompany him, as if the King could handle the thief all by himself. Behind the doors he could feel the King's presence. The power behind it was equal, if not greater, than his own. The King was a prime as well. Fitting.

The guards let loose the chains and watched the thief approach the large doors. With a gentle push, they swung open, a slow creak as the hinges turned and held their weight. The thief approached the golden haired man before him.

"And what may I do for you today, your Majesty?," the thief announced in a mocking tone.