Antipathy
by SMYGO4EVA
There was no turning back now, especially during times like these. The reward was almost at their grasp. There was a storm brewing, a calm fury that befitted the Fifth Holy Grail War.
Shinji found himself kneeling at the feet of Servant Gilgamesh, the floor against his temple. He shook with brimming rage inside him; how he had to stoop so low as to accept help from the priest's Servant. It was humiliating, but if this was what he had to do to win the war, to prove himself, then so be it.
Gilgamesh only grinned. The fool who called himself Shinji was making the best out of a bad situation, a situation he had only himself to blame. It was only fair that the King of Heroes had another puppet's strings to pull.
"You swear your allegiance to me, am I correct?" Gilgamesh asked Shinji, with a malicious glint in his golden-bright eyes.
Shinji grimaced, biting his lip, tasting sour-salt blood as he gritted out. "Yes, yes I do, Gilgamesh."