Thy Will "Not Mine" Be Done
By SMYGO4EVA
The priest stared at the coating of bloodied gore over his hands, and he could not help the joy blooming in his chest.
He stood, he survived, he lived. He was the strongest.
The King of Kings eyed the priest from across the room, a smirk growing on his features. His eyes glimmered in the dark lifeblood before them
Another enemy vanquished, never stood a chance.
Kotomine, the priest, knew that this was what he was born to do. He was born to feel life and take life with his very own hands.
With the Holy Grail on the line, it was a victory all the same. Gilgamesh knew that much; striking down an intruder who sought the treasure was worth the price.
Gilgamesh observed Kotomine's pleased expression, basking in his dark, soulful eyes. Kotomine turned to the Servant, steadying his breath, taking in the sight of red.
The choices they made were what led to their part in the perpetual conflict, with many enemies in their wake. No more, and certainly no less was due to their mutually assured destruction.
Gilgamesh could only smile, as Kotomine stood before the dead.
A torrent of blue flames engulfed the fallen enemy. As soon as it burned, ash was all what was left, and soon nothing.
"It seems that it's only just begun, wouldn't you say, priest?" Gilgamesh remarked aloud, though he already knew the answer.
Kotomine clenched his fists, the squelching of blood in his hands breaking the silence.
He smiled; he needed this.
"Oh it already has…" Kotomine murmured, crimson dripping onto the cold hard ground. "….I promise you that."