Prologue

He is alive. As alive as something can be. He feels that the world around him, tremors underneath as the fight continues. It was impossible to move, there was no real reason to either, his role was over, the rest is up to the Chaldeans and other remnants of this era. The earth shakes underneath him, but then the chill of death descended, Mother screamed and… and...

And then…

Nothing.

Death was not something that Kingu ever bothered himself with. As Tiamat's son, there was never a reason to bother with it, ever. As the perfect human, he was supposed to live forever, but most importantly, he was supposed to serve Mother to allow her to reach her goal and create new humanity altogether.

There was simply no space for these kinds of thoughts.

He was a tool in his mother's hands and he was fine with his role.

At the very least, until one of his siblings tore out his heart along with the grail which had been providing him with enough mana so his body could function properly.

It was… the very first thing in his 6 months of life that he was not fine with. He was not fine with his newborn siblings chasing him, as if he was one of those pathetic humans and he was not fine with how he resisted until the very end, just like those pathetic humans. Sadness, emotions that did not even belong to him, seemingly tore out his heart once more. It all eventually led to a series of events that led him here.

Lying on the ground, not even being capable to reform his body after the release of Enkidu's Enuma Elish, which he turned against the very being he looked up to.

He had wondered whether there was even a reason in saving that little which remained of him. Enkidu's body and his life.

Even without the things he has done, any kind of conversation is still impossible, he felt the King of Uruk perish in Tiamat's assault, he had seen the wound inflicted on him earlier. There was no saving him without some sort of miracle.

He could tell that Uruk has been destroyed, even though a few humans fled north, he as a creation of gods, had no spot among them. Chaldeans? No. That was not an option either, not after acting as their enemy for such a long time. The master may act clueless and stupid, but there was a mind of a general behind that innocent, clueless looking expression.

It may have been because of that same instinct that made him run from the lahmu that his clay attempted to gather in one place, attempted to salvage enough to at the very least create a functioning boy, the magic reactor still working hard to provide him with mana needed to perform that action. It was not much, but recovery was possible. He believed that it was possible. Clay can be replaced, he could replace it…

The newly formed limb cracked and broke under his own weight. Kingu gasped for breath, remaining on the ground to rest once more.

"Rise you fool."

The sun was already up, revealing the remnants of what used to be a great city. A gentle breeze moved across the empty streets.

"If you will not move immediately, I may just rethink my decision. Now, rise."

Or at least, they should have been empty. He couldn't feel her anymore, Tiamat is dead and above him stands a too familiar figure. "So your hearing remains undamaged. Good."

"What do you want? How are you even here?"

This time, the arm reformed without issues, so did his feet. Though to do that, he took on a slightly smaller form, for now.

Gilgamesh snorted when Kingu finally used his feet to support himself. Some of the weight remained on one of the half-destroyed buildings. "I believe that it has already been stated that I favor you, fool. I am offering you a chance for you to keep walking."

Kingu chuckled. "And where to if I may ask? You keep calling me a fool, but it seems that you are one yourself after all."

Taunting him may not have been the best thing to do at his current state, he realized, however the king seemingly found his reaction funny enough to laugh out loud.

"I am not laughing."

"I can see that." The gate behind him opened, and it was at this point that Kingu realized why Gilgamesh could stand there at all. Or at least, it finally came to him that he really is dead. He is a servant.

Kingu dismissed the item pulled out of the gate, feelings that were not his own overwhelmed him for a moment.

Gil. I...

He must have said it out loud because the King paused in his motion, looking down at him for a moment before looking away. An apology wanted to tear out of his throat but it got ultimately stuck there. Gil.

"Stop right there. You are about to depart, save your energy for when you are going to need it, non-human." Quiet pain and sadness, but also immense joy, hidden behind that heartless expression, that is how much he could read, but once again, failed to quite understand. It was only at that point that Kingu finally noticed the item, his senses reached out and the mind tried to comprehend what he held and eyes widened once the information was received and processed.

"Do as you and I once did."

"Wait, Gil!"

A hand moves forward but it never reaches its target.

Everything fades away like a bad dream.

AN: So... I made this. Nothing much, just a prologue. Had this plot bunny for a while, but I am horrible with actually writing them because I am rarely happy with what I make and end up doing a million rewrites that I throw out anyway.

This time, I really do like this one and told myself why not. No more rewrites. At least that is what I am hoping for.

Feel free to warn me in case of any mistakes, I am not a native English speaker and it is always better to get the opinion of multiple people. Tho if there is something wrong with the story, please say why.

The plan of this story is to focus on Kingu growing up, rather than him going around and curb-stomping everyone into the ground, as much as the character would want to deny it, he has the mind of a child. He was around 6 months old when the protag arrived in Babylonia and met him, the protag stayed there for a few months according to some lines uttered in the story but it probably is not more than another 6 months... so Kingu is less than a year old when he dies in canon. He did some horrible things but at least he had a good excuse for being that young combined with his mother not exactly being a role model to follow. Tiamat is another whole chapter though so I am going to stop there.

It always made me feel sorry for him that he died right at the time when he started changing for the better.

I have some ideas and plans for how this could work but only hope (I mean HOPE) that it actually works out.

Also, be prepared that he is going to be heavily nerfed for a while, still OP for BHA standards tho. Also, I am not going to write Kingu with the thought that the is either male or female, but I am going to use male pronouns for convenience sake like in the anime.