Some OOC(Imo- I think i stayed decently true to character?). Some leeway pls!
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The vein in his head throbbed in anger.
The urge to blast everything in sight pulsed in his veins. Even if it was all some sort of illusion as hastily explained by Atalanta, it had taken all his strength just not to succumb to the impulse to destroy everything. A true testament to his endless generosity and splendor as the King of Heroes- if you asked him. And not at all due to the fact that kid Gil had somehow managed to catch him off guard. Such treachery in his younger counterpart.
What disrespect that little twerp had!
For his justified outrage to this farce had been so great that he did not notice the brats Chains of Heaven sneak up on him. Yes, that was the reason. Then subsequently, being tossed him to the outskirts of the city. But to be absolutely CLEAR, the King of Heroes did not get duped by anyone, much less a stupider and younger version of himself. Nope. Not at all. No, he had clearly allowed himself to be removed. For even a imitation of his city deserved a sliver of mercy from annihilation. Which he was obviously granting.
These were the words that ran through his mind as he flicked dust off his golden armor as Gilgamesh walked through the streets. The layout of the city had been as he remembered which wasn't surprising but it for some reason it made him even more angrier. He didn't stop the stream of curses and other profanity that left his mouth. His golden clad footsteps strode with familiarity. Even if it wasn't real- drawn from the minds of two incomplete children. Parts of it was felt; almost real. As if he could touch it and it would be the place he once reigned over. But it wasn't. Everything was just a touch off. There was too many gaps. Too many things that didn't match up. Something akin to dejection but determinedly not, he noted there was a noticeable absence of divinity in the air. For any kingdom blessed by the grace of the gods had one. It made sense of course. The fact that it lacked it. Everything here was but a poor echo of a vast and glorious time.
After all, how could an imitation ever live up to the original?
The audacity that stupid child had. What a waste of space. Such blasphemy that it made his blood boil. A rage he felt deep in his bones. He could not believe the sheer stupidity of all this. Why couldn't that stupid kid like someone respectable? Like his beautiful golden haired Saber. He'd even go as far to say Saber Lily was a much more compatible choice for his younger counterpart. A much more commendable choice- if you asked him.
What a JOKE.
The preposterous idea of any union of him and any version of that utterly useless goddess. Despite the fact that the merge made her much, much, infinitely times more bearable. What had the idiot bard said? A child to share the heart of our beloved king till the promised day. What utter foolishness. It did not matter what intentions kid Gil had. This was nothing short of treason. For Gilgamesh could not forgive her. Her fickleness. Her destruction. Her arrogance. The lies that dripped from her mouth like honey. How she loved him. Her one and true love. How honored he should be to receive her affection. Sprouting such madness for all to hear. What gall, this wench of the heavens had. To dare speak such words after all she had done. All she had CAUSED. But Gil had not experienced his pain- a voice whispered in the very back of his thoughts. Gil had not felt the loss that he and Caster had lived through. For they were very different versions of the same person. Summoned from very different points in their respective lives. And Gil clearly did not share the same opinions of his counterparts. Even in Chaldea, Gil did not choose to spend time with his older versions; much less Enkidu. Worse, Gil knew-that one day Ishtar would claim Rin has her vessel. Her host. And yet still madness prevailed. Gilgamesh shook his head at the duplicitous thoughts as he surveyed his surroundings.
Apparently his feet had brought him to her temple. What a nuisance. Well as long as he was here, he could probably blow it up to make himself feel better. Making his way up the steps, he briefly took note that it was pretty much the same except all her acolytes were away. Clearly there were at the parade fawning over the annoying little ring leaders of all this. Gilgamesh scowled to himself at the mere thought of any version of himself placating himself like that. His radiance, his glory, his power. His frown turned into a scowl as he peered around the temple. The fires burned brightly. Carefully picked flowers aligned the walls, draped across the doorways. It was the same. Except it wasn't. For, in his time, had he stepped a foot within a mile of her temple, that useless goddess would have appeared to him. Clung to him. Pleaded to him. Flew around him as he walked. That utterly stupid face of hers would have gotten within mere inches of his and he would have been able to smell the unique mixture of divinity, flowers and fruit. In turn, he would have swatted her away. Laughing at her vain proclamations of love, her smugness, her sheer delusions of what love meant. Yes, he would have reminded her that she had no right to demand anything of him. She was a brat and would always be.
Tapping his foot impatiently, he looked around. Piles of glittering jewels were piled neatly behind a large alter. Of course no one would ever dare to touch much less rob a temple in his kingdom. Much less the patron goddess of the city. In his time, such actions were met the heaviest penalty of all; death. While it was quite obvious, he was allowed taunt, tease and belittle that useless goddess at every advance; his people could not. They could not take her name in vain. They did not have the right. Though he would never ever admit it, he was was the only one worthy to speak to her in such a way. Ishtar was of the heavens- divine blood ran through her veins. The same that ran through his, but her's was pure and untainted- something she had endlessly teased him about.
Silently, he reached into his treasury and tossed a large jewel onto the alter.
And then he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Nothing.
Nothing happened.
Absolutely nothing.
An unknown pang shot through his chest.
Anger mounting, he reached back into his treasury and threw fistfuls of jewels at the alter.
And waited.
And waited.
Nothing.
Was there truly nothing, even here, a place that was supposed to be deigned to be holy-in this charade? But what did he really expect? Gilgamesh knew all this wasn't real. Not enough to count. Just some deluded manifestation of two stupid brats. This temple did not hold any presence of peace, of devotion, of love, of lust. It's golden pillars did not radiate any semblance of power. It did not stand tall and proud like in the days of old.
No, this temple was empty. So very empty. Again, a pang in his chest. There was a slow burning fire in his veins as he turned to leave and reconsidered the idea of blowing up the temple when finally...
"..Hail to the Golden King. Do you seek guidance from the Goddess of Love and War?" a voice reached his ears.
His lip curled in familiar snarl as he turned back sharply. He watched as the gems he had tossed haphazardly disappear, only to reappear stacked neatly behind the alter. Smugly he smiled, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes haughtily.
"OF COURSE. A useless goddess such as yourself would only appear for gems! Perhaps the boy did get one thing right." he said laughing loudly. "To be so vain and petty?"
Then the vision of Ishtar stood before him. But it was not the one from his memory. No, he had not seen her true visage in over a millennia. It was the merged version that resided in Chaldea- the older version of the magus that stood there. But even that version had some fragments of the one he remembered, if only in her personality. Something akin to regret flashed briefly through him before he shoved it away, not wanting to consider what it meant. Those wide eyes, the color of currants blinked at his words. It seemed to consider him for a moment as if confused before repeating in that same tone.
"..Hail to the Golden King. Do you seek guidance from the Goddess of Love and War?"
His smile dimmed as he peered more closely. Fake and empty. There was nothing in this one. Just a pathetic emanation. "Ishtar" continued to look at him with blank red eyes. There would be no outbursts from this one. No arguments, no nagging, no whining. Nothing at all. He rolled his shoulders in irritation as it waited for a response. Because he should have enjoyed it; the silence. The quiet. The indifference. Wasn't it what he had always wanted?
But...the only thing that came to mind was..
..What a mockery this ghost was.
Sorry, if I didn't capture the golden Archer well enough. I wanted to try but it wasn't easy. Could kid Gil really get the drop on Gilgamesh- who knows? That kid is full of surprises.
Hope I did okay- if the end is a bit abrupt, its because nothing I wrote after seemed right. *Shrugs*
