Note: I made a slight amendment to the last chapter about eye colour, just to make this make more sense.
"Hah. What are you doing back here?"
The green-haired person was talking to the sudden arrival, Shirou Emiya. Otherwise known as their jail keeper. Shirou just chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry. Guess I just wanted to know more about you."
"To use me against my King? Not going to happen."
Shirou's eyes widened at that, before he nodded. Of course the God Arc would be aware of what was meant to be happening here. Heracles' God Arc did. And Excalibur certainly seemed to get the idea. Sitting down, and feeling the white sand(?) shift under him, he gestured for the God Arc to take a seat, patting the ground next to him. They looked at Shirou, something that Shirou could only describe as an annoyed pout (and that was only because he had seen a similar expression on Rin and Illya) gracing their face. Seeming to come to a decision, they sat down cross-legged, opposite to Shirou.
As they sat together, an awkward silence seemed to permeate. The green-haired figure seemed fine, almost emotionless with their eyes closed, but Shirou could feel the sweat dropping off his face. After a while, Shirou coughed into his hand.
"So... you seem much calmer than yesterday."
"Mmm."
"Is there... Is there a reason for that?"
"Mmm."
"Can you... tell me the reason?"
"Mmm."
The sweat only seemed to drop faster as Shirou waited for the God Arc to elaborate. Eventually, they opened their blue eyes and spoke in a monotone.
"I was just a bit upset that you took me away from my King. That's all."
"No no. That was definitely more than just a bit upset."
"No, just a bit."
"..."
"..."
Once more, the silence permeated, although Shirou felt a measure less awkward than he did before. Instead of pressing the issue, and igniting the potential for another brawl to break out (which might be a useful thing considering the memories he saw last time), he decided to ask a markedly different but still important question.
"What's your name?"
"..."
They ignored him, but he pressed on.
"I would like to at least know your name. It would be much easier than thinking of you as 'the green-haired person' or 'Gilgamesh's God Arc'."
"..."
They remained silent, but Shirou could see their mouth start to twitch, and hoped it was a sign of their failing will. He then prepared the finishing blow.
"If it makes it easier for you, you can give me a fake name. I'm just desperate for something to call you."
He could see their eyes widen and look at him in his approximation of shock, before it reverted back to an expression of indifference. A few seconds passed before they answered.
"Enkidu. That's what you can call me."
"Enkidu? Huh. I suppose that works. Gilgamesh and Enkidu. Just like the stories."
They... No, Enkidu looked up at that.
"Stories?"
"Yeah. Apparently, the oldest story in the world. The Epic of Gilgamesh. Following the King of Uruk, Gilgamesh, and his best friend Enkidu."
Enkidu seemed surprised, but there was a slight smile on their face, and the air around them just felt significantly happier. Another silence, but this one wasn't awkward. Instead it was peaceful. The two just sat silently, enjoying the atmosphere. But it was Enkidu that broke the silence.
"When he was younger, my King... Gil, used to read stories. A few years ago, he found a story when he was out fighting. I don't remember much, but I remember something he said. 'When will I meet my Enkidu?'"
Shirou was interested. He had to stop himself from laughing when he heard Gilgamesh referred to as Gil, but he hadn't thought that there was any depth to the arrogant King he had fought. Maybe he was wrong. It's understandable, actually. Even monsters were people once. Something brought them to the conclusion they reached, and while villains should be held accountable for their crimes, they should still be remembered as people, by someone.
This train of thought made him contemplate Zouken and Jubstacheit. While they both did terrible things, they seemed to have a reason behind it. Shirou had met Zouken, and knew that he could act as a kindly grandfather. But he tried to justify what he had done to Shirou, before saying he forgot the reason. He couldn't say the same for Jubstacheit, having never met him before that day. But considering what Illya had said about him, he probably wasn't a nice person. However, he also had a motivation for his actions.
The documents that Rin brought back to the Den revealed research on how to increase longevity of artificial beings, and even allow them to reproduce. He apparently only had a single success, being Illya's mother, Irisviel. Alongside his research, it also held his own notes, similar to journal entries. In the end, he just didn't want his family to die out, and he didn't want to be alone. Ultimately, while the two of them were villains, they weren't absolute evil.
That made Shirou wonder. Was there even such a thing as absolute evil? Was there such a thing as absolute good? Maybe not. Maybe there isn't black and white, just shades of grey. Did Kiritsugu come to think of any of this on his journey as a Hero of Justice? Did I even still care to become a Hero of Justice?
Yes. No matter what, yes. Saving someone can't be wrong. But, if I've failed, then can I call myself a Hero of Justice? If I couldn't save everyone, am I worthy? Kiritsugu also failed... Is that why he said it used to be his dream? I don't know...
Shirou's silence caught Enkidu's attention, having expected him to say something. Instead they saw Shirou staring into space, his eyes holding a forlorn look. The expression caught them off guard. Aside from not expecting it, the expression also reminded Enkidu of how they had been feeling the day before, at the thought of being apart from their King. Not wanting to see the expression, Enkidu coughed into their hand to catch Shirou's attention. Seeing Shirou look to them, Enkidu was pleased by the success.
"I met your God Arc recently."
Shirou's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened.
"Really? When?"
Pushing down the desire to laugh, Enkidu answered.
"A while after you left. He came walking across the plain, just appearing suddenly. He stood out quite a bit. When he came upon me, he asked me who I was and what you and I were talking about. I could see it in his eyes. He was worried for you."
Shirou just chuckled at the description of Archer.
"Actually, the two of you look quite similar."
Shirou just chuckled a bit harder. While Enkidu wasn't wrong, it's just funny how much more accurate it is now. Since the fight with Gilgamesh where he kept practicing Oracle control and forced his Oracle blades to explode, and the first time he tried Resonating with Enkidu, the Oracle Cell Erosion had spread further across his body.
It had covered all of his chest and back, as well as his neck. His entire right arm had gone tan as well, save for his shoulder. Alongside that, it had spread up his face, leaving only his right ear and the skin around his right eye their original colour. His hair was similar, having become a mostly stark white with the original chilli red being only above his right eye, which retained its gold colour.
Done laughing, Shirou responded.
"Yeah, I guess we do look similar. Just a bit."
Hearing that last bit, Enkidu reused the annoyed pout from earlier. Once more, Shirou began laughing. And so it continued. The two conversed within the white nothingness, surrounded by hunks of metal underneath a pure black sky. And slowly, reluctantly on Enkidu's part, a bond was formed.
"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. My name is Shirou Emiya. Nice to meet you."
Shirou opened his eyes, to see himself once again back in the real world. Like yesterday, he was in the God Arc Research Bay, and just like yesterday, Engineers swarmed the table Enkidu was on to take it away. Shirou was then led into a sideroom where he discussed his findings with Sakaki, alongside Rin and Saber who came out of worry.
Unfortunately he didn't have much to tell, just some stuff about Gilgamesh when he was younger (Shirou accidentally called him Gil a few times, to Rin's amusement) and that the God Arc was called Enkidu, but that was unlikely as Shirou offered it the option to give a fake name. This caught him some flak from Rin and Saber, and he was hard pressed to explain why. Luckily, Sakaki got him out of the tough spot by musing on the name Enkidu like Shirou did.
Eventually, they all moved on to their days, Shirou deciding to visit Illya again.
But the bad feeling from yesterday didn't dissipate.
Out in the forest, a boulder exploded. To the casual observer, it just suddenly went bang in a cloud of dust. To the more advanced observer, they may have noticed the flash of light on something black before the explosion. To the blond that just blew up the boulder, he saw power. Gilgamesh looked down at his horrid right arm, and smiled in equal parts glee and anger.
Looking to the right of the boulder he just destroyed, he saw a slowly approaching beast. With a sneer, he waved his right arm, and out of it came small balls of the same black substance that made his hand. Clenching his fist, the balls then flattened out, transforming into blades that exuded malice. Reopening his hand, the blades flew into the foul beast, tearing it apart.
As the beast fell, Gilgamesh turned and walked away from the pathetic creature. But, his attention was drawn to a feeling in his right arm. Aside from the burning pain which had dulled significantly, there was now a feeling as if something was... growing. Looking over to the felled beast, he saw it start to disintegrate into black. But instead of that fading into the ether, the black seemed to be drawn into the black blades embedded in the grown. They were absorbed into the blades, and then the blades reverted back to balls, and flew into his arm.
He was overtaken by the overwhelming feeling of power that flowed from his arm and into him. Without realizing, he began to smile, his canines being exposed as he looked to Kirei who smiled back in a less overt but no less frightening manner.
"Does Gilgamesh have a wish?"
The question surprised Enkidu, purely because it came out of left field. Looking over to Shirou, who was in a cross-legged position, they saw nothing out of the ordinary about him. He was just looking upwards with his eyebrows drawn. Giving a shrug, Enkidu answered.
"I'm not sure. I mean, he doubtless has a wish, all humans do, but he hasn't said anything about it."
"Huh..."
A silence briefly descended before it was broken by a counter-question from Enkidu.
"Why did you ask?"
"Hm? Oh, no reason. It's just... The more I hear about him, the more similarities I see between us. That's all."
"..."
A frosty silence suddenly enveloped the duo. Shirou looked over to Enkidu, eyes wide, as they stood up. Their fists were clenched and they were slightly shaking.
"No..."
Shirou slowly stood up, keeping his hands in front of him, palms forward. Enkidu barely noticed, clenching their jaw tight. Their head was turned downward, hiding their eyes.
"You're... You're not like him..."
Impossibly, their palms started bleeding from how hard they were clenching their fist. With a howl, they looked back up to Shirou, their blue eyes suddenly a harsh gold not unlike his own.
"You're not like my King!"
Enkidu rushed forward, both hands reaching out for Shirou's neck. Shirou stepped back, away from Enkidu's grasp. Enkidu attempted another attack, and Shirou dodged. This dance continued on. Shirou was hesitant to attack Enkidu, mostly due to the bond between the two. It only took a few more attacks before Shirou actively considered it. After all, if he hits Enkidu, then maybe he can bring them back to their senses. He also might be able to gather more information.
Committing, he moved towards Enkidu. He brought up his arm to block a swipe from Enkidu, then clocked them in the face with the other. Then a pain echoed through his head.
The first time the God Arc tasted blood, Archer had taken it out on a simple mission. It was in the Infernal Subway, and he was facing a Quadriga. With a wave of his hand, segments poured forth from his God Arc and pierced through the tough Front Armour, breaking the bond and soaking in-- Soaking in the blood that almost coated the streets and rubble, whatever blood that hadn't cooked inside of the corpses were out here. His white sneakers were stained red, and the teenage boy could only see the beast that caused all this and the devil promising him power.
"Tch!"
Shirou shook his head and looked over to Enkidu, to see if they were back to normal. If the way they wiped their chin and looked back up with a glare was any indication, they were not. Letting out a sigh, Shirou put up what he thought was a basic fighting stance. Feet shoulder-width apart, and fists in front of his face. Then he held out his hand and made a gesture he saw in a 'karate' movie Kota made him watch, and smirked, taunting Enkidu. They let out a slight growl before running towards Shirou again.
This time however, instead of attempting to strangle Shirou, Enkidu kept on swiping at Shirou, mixing it up with some spinning kicks. It was one such attack, a vertical downward kick, that broke through Shirou's guard. Taking the opportunity, Enkidu shoulder-barged Shirou to push him over, before straddling him. Once again, the two were in the same position as the last time they fought. Immediately, they brought both their fists up before bringing them down in a hammerblow. Shirou couldn't dodge in time and took the full blow. Alongside the pain emanating from his nose, the headache from earlier intensified as well.
The first time the God Arc felt content, was when its wielder said its name for the first time. Archer smiled upon it after a successful mission-- The teenage boy looked down on it with an emotionless gaze, a kindling of feeling hiding within-- He raised the blade upwards and smiled-- A dazzling smile of hope and joy-- A jagged smile of despair and rage-- and called out the God Arc's name.
"Ea!!"
Shirou was clenching his nose, trying to realign it after the hammerblow. As the headache passed, he saw Enkidu pause, looking down on him with his former blue eyes.
"So... you heard it.."
Their eyes were slightly dull, and seemed to hold something like sadness. Shirou tried to croak out a response.
"E--"
But suddenly his eyes were forced closed.
And his eyes opened again in the Research Bay. The Engineers came, and he spoke with Sakaki. He mentioned the true name of the God Arc and said that he was fine, rubbing his nose as he did, before quickly ending the conversation. There were some things that he felt he needed to think about regarding Enkidu. Or rather, Ea.
The bad feeling only grew.
Gilgamesh let out a sigh of content, walking away from a pile of dead beasts that were slowly turning into the black 'mud'. As the 'mud' made its way into his arm, Gilgamesh released another sigh before making his way towards Kirei. The duo had been making progress towards the mongrel's den, with Kirei's supposed 'challenge fit for a King' in tow. Along the way, Gilgamesh had been slaying beasts with his new foul arm, getting used to it and increasing in power.
He made his way to where Kirei was waiting, a small clearing in the forest. He was hunched over the catalyst for the Beast, tinkering with it. At the sound of Gilgamesh's footsteps, Kirei looked up and smiled, standing to his full height.
"It is good to see you, my King. I take it you have gotten used to your arm?"
"Hmph. Of course I have, Kirei. For I am the greatest King!"
"I see... Have you tried summoning it?"
"Heh. Obviously. Now, feast your eyes, Kirei!"
With a thrust of his hand, several black orbs came forth from his arm, floating around. The orbs then began spinning around his arm, faster and faster, before a red energy began to surround them. Faster and faster still, they spun before a flash of light blew through the clearing. When the light cleared, Gilgamesh could be seen with a black weapon in hand. It was cylindrical, with red lines running up and down it. He raised the 'God Arc' to the sky and smirked, confidence emanating from his gaze.
"Ea."
His arrival was greeted with silence. Looking over, he saw them sitting with their knees drawn to their chest, making themselves seem scarce. It would work if not for the blanket of green hair they had, drawing his attention. Walking over, Shirou tried to get their attention. A light cough in his hand, snapping his fingers, even outright saying "Excuse me." But nothing he tried got a response.
Taking a seat opposite them, Shirou decided to try and broach the more important topic at hand, and likely the reason behind their silence.
"So... Ea, huh?"
"..."
Smooth, Shirou. Real smooth. Shaking his head from the self-deprecating thoughts, Shirou pursued the topic. Not just about their name, but about Gilgamesh's memories in general.
"Listen... We need to talk. About Gilgamesh. And about you."
"..."
"I think... there are two layers to the memories I'm getting from you. One that you want to believe: the memories of 'Enkidu'. And the memories that are true: those of 'Ea'."
"..."
The atmosphere seemed to still, tension growing. Ea started shaking, and Shirou knew he must have hit a nerve. Before another fight could break out, Shirou kept talking.
"The way you seem to change at the drop of a hat, from calm to enraged, whenever I start digging adds to my point. The calm, blue-eyed Enkidu, fond of their wielder Gil.
And the enraged, golden-eyed Ea, fiercely loyal to his King."
The tension grew worse, as well as Ea's shaking. Slowly, they began to stand up. Shirou just continued speaking.
"Aside from that, the memories concern me. Ignoring the fake memories, which themselves had parts of the truth mixed in, it's the real memories that I care for. That scene he was in... I recognise it. Of course. How could I forget it?" His eyes turned to steel, his tone cold. The change was swift enough to stall Ea, for a moment. "That scene... those flames... those were the flames that I came from. If that's the case," Shirou looked into Ea's eyes, "then he, too, was a survivor of the Great Fire. Right?"
Ea was just standing there, staring at Shirou. Then they moved forward one step. Then another. Slowly, Ea walked towards the seated Shirou. And slowly, they started shaking. First, a slight quake in the shoulders, then shaking all over. As they stopped in front of Shirou, he asked one last thing.
"Who are you, really?"
"..."
Shirou continued looking at Ea's face, even as something wet slowly began falling onto his face. The drops were coming from Ea, twin trails running down their face. The shaking spread to their jaws, and a whimpering could be heard.
"I..."
Their eyes were wet, the ethereal light of the surroundings lighting them up.
"I don't..."
Their blue left eye...
"I don't know..."
And their golden right eye.
"I don't know!"
Ea fell to their knees before Shirou, crying out their sorrows. Shirou looked on, and felt pity well up on him. Not just pity, but sympathy. After all, his own identity has come into question a few times. But now wasn't the time for that.
"Here."
Shirou offered his hand. Ea looked at it, sniffling, before looking up to Shirou for confirmation. When Shirou nodded, Ea looked back to the hand before slowly bringing forth their own. When the two's hands were clasped, Shirou began focusing on his Oracle. His plan was simple. Cause a Resonance to occur. But instead of Shirou seeing their memories, he was trying to get Ea to see his. After all, Resonance was traditionally a two-way street.
He followed the Oracle as it flowed through him and into the world around him. Then he followed it as it entered into Ea, leading to their 'core'. Following, from his 'core' to his hand, Shirou tugged the energy through Ea and into him, connecting the two in a two-way Resonance. Then, slowly, they both closed their eyes, and let the memories flow.
The God Arc was just a regular God Arc, made for a regular God Eater. It was a yellow Knife type God Arc, a Spark Drill. Apparently, they had an influx of Aragami materials at the time, and offered free upgrades to new God Eaters. But regardless of its lackluster appearance or lack of unique functions, its wielder still found joy in it. He named it Enkidu, as it would always be his closest friend.
The God Arc first tasted blood on a regular mission, in a team of four. As the newbie, its wielder was tasked with fighting Ogretails that got past the more experienced God Eater's defence. He was scared, but he wanted to become someone great. Become like the heroes he read of in the stories he heard about.
The God Arc never truly felt anything, but if it could describe a feeling, it would be content. Content that the wielder named and cared for it, content that the wielder trusted it. Once, its wielder tried to strike a conversation with the God Arc, despite not being able to respond. The God Arc took special note of what its wielder told it to refer to him as. Gil.
The God Arc felt despair when Gil fell into despair. When Gil was surrounded by flames and bodies, and was unable to save anyone, he despaired. A hero should gave been able to save someone. What was he, then, but a failure, if he, as a hero of the people, couldn't save anyone? The sound of rubble shifting drew his attention. A faint hope in his heart that maybe he can save someone, was soon extinguished when he saw the expression on the person's face.
It was a dark, twisted smile, as if he was enjoying what he saw. As if the suffering of everyone around him was music to his ears. Looking over, the man noticed Gil and made his way over, ignoring the bodies and blood littering the floor. Looking down at Gil's expression of despair, his smile seemed to widen further. Then he offered his hand and asked a question that would change everything.
"Would you like to become powerful?"
The God Arc was made from an old Knife God Arc and Prototype parts, which had been scavenged from a deserted laboratory. It was made for the person before it, the person that would be its King. When it was handed to him, bonded to him for the rest of his days, he held it up to the sky and smiled.
"Ea."
That night, it was given a name, and that night, the God Arc offered itself wholesale to the King.
On that same night, the God Arc was covered in blood. Not just the blood that laid upon its blade from its creators hands, nor the blood that covered the streets. But also blood from foul beasts that dare challenge its King. When they left the fire, they walked through the land, for three days and three nights, slaying many beasts along the way, until they arrived at a cave.
The God Arc felt despair for the second time when it was called Ea for the first time instead of Enkidu. When it was treated not as a partner, but merely as a tool. When it realized it was not held by Gil, but by a cruel King. But it felt true despair, absolute heartbreak, when the wielder once mused to himself about the existence of 'his Enkidu'.
The God Arc first felt rage when its King was challenged by a mere mongrel. From the get-go, it tried to destroy the mongrel at every turn, but they always elusively avoided death. The feelings that it sensed from the mongrel's God Arc only fuelled the rage, filling it with confusion (and jealousy).
But the God Arc's rage reached new highs when the mongrel hurt the King. Alongside the rage bred bloodthirst, as it fought to end the newly dubbed Faker. But the Faker continued to elude swift death, and instead managed to take the King off guard. Then suddenly, the King's arm was severed, as well as the King's connection to the God Arc.
For the first time, the God Arc felt hope. For the first time, the God Arc felt fear.
The God Arc was taken from its wielder, and was forced to interact with the wielder's usurper.
The God Arc fought back, tried to kill the Faker. The God Arc watched the affair, not daring to truly hope.
The usurper saw some memories, what Enkidu wanted to believe, what Ea knew to be true, and disappeared.
They reappeared again, and spoke with the God Arc. The God Arc felt interest in the type of person the usurper was, and was given the name Shirou Emiya. The God Arc, in return, gave the name Enkidu. And hope flourished in Enkidu, as the two became closer.
Shirou returned, but dared to insinuate that he was in any way similar to the King. The God Arc attempted to punish the usurper for that, but failed, instead giving away its name, Ea. The God Arc felt despair take its heart as that accursed name passed by its ears, before Shirou disappeared again.
When Shirou reappeared, he began speaking. On how the God Arc was a fake. On how the God Arc was real. On how Gil was but a memory. On how the King was similar in a twisted way to the usurper. And the God Arc felt fear.
Fear of being rejected once more, becoming nothing, not even a memory.
Fear of never fighting alongside its King again, trapped with the usurper.
"Who are you?"
The God Arcs screamed.
Enkidu Ea
The God Arc didn't want to be forgotten. The God Arc didn't want to give in to the usurper.
The God Arc didn't want to hurt Gilgamesh.
But ultimately...
"It's... warm."
They looked up at Shirou, a smile peaking through the tears. They were no longer shaking or sniffling, their gaze showing resolve.
"The warmth of your memories... It's calming."
Standing, they tugged Shirou upwards, before looking into the distance. The surroundings changed, until they found themselves on the hill overlooking the unlimited plains. Shirou blinked as they began glowing, before shooting him a look, equal parts a calming silence and a rebellious sneer. But the words were all the same.
"Thank you, Shirou."
A blast of light, and they were gone, leaving Shirou on his lonesome, a slight smile on his face. Somewhere in the plain of blades, an identical copy to both Enkidu and Ea lay impaled in the earth. The sound of grass shifting behind him alerted him to the presence of the only other person ever on this hill. Turning, Shirou greeted him.
"Hey, Archer."
"It's good to see you, Shirou Emiya."
The two sat back to back on the hill, before they started talking. Mostly about Enkidu and Ea. Archer listened to most of what Shirou had to say, and just reminded him that he didn't have their full loyalty. They would refuse him if he fought Gilgamesh. Shirou knew this and agreed, before the two just enjoyed the other's presence. Then Archer sent Shirou on his way, telling him not to keep them waiting. Another flash of light, and he was gone. There was a little more grass where he had been sitting.
Opening his eyes, Shirou smiled lightly, before slowly raising his hand. As he did, the spiral God Arc followed suit, until it was held straight up. A slight whisper passed from Shirou as the blade began to whir.
"Enkidu and Ea."
With a flourish of his hand, the God Arc swung through the air, a stream of swords, no, segments pouring forth. As his heart beat harder, as his smile grew a little wider, he gestured with his off-hand. Swirling his finger, the segments surrounded him in a ring. Raising his hand, they moved upwards. Lowering it, they moved back down. Then, with a flourish in the other direction, the segments dissolved into Oracle.
Turning to the window, Shirou nodded to Sakaki, who was wearing a slight smile highlighted by a few wrinkles. Looking back to the God Arc, Shirou brought it back to the table before letting go and taking a step back.
"Thank you."
He then left the lab, taking a detour to tell Sakaki about what he learned. About a young God Eater that went by Gil, who was there for the Great Fire. About Kirei experimenting on his God Arc, using Prototype parts. When questioned, Sakaki admitted to having more than just parts for the Assassin. They were, in fact, slated to work on the next Archer, but the project was frozen after the Great Fire, the effectiveness of the Far East Branch having come into question.
But after that, Shirou decided to make his way to Illya. It was still a bit early in the day, so he hadn't spoken to her yet. Maybe after this, he could take a mission. Maybe he could do it by itself. It had been a while since he did a solo mission. Today was looking like a good day.
So why was the bad feeling getting worse?
The sand blowing by was familiar to Gilgamesh. Almost like a 'coming home' of sorts. The walls of the mongrel's Den didn't even look too different to how it had been the last time he saw it (when he was just a scared boy, running from flames and seeking the power to overcome anything). But it was no longer a place he called home. He couldn't even remember the name of the place, the only reminder being what little he deigned to listen to from the Faker.
"Well then, my King."
Behind him, Kirei stopped, looking at the place that he, for a time, called home. He had few fond memories of the place, not that he had any negative ones, but those few memories meant a lot. After all, it was here that he realized his true nature, and caused the Great Fire. Looking behind him, he saw his catalyst for the 'Beast' he promised Gilgamesh safely contained. Looking back to Gilgamesh, and focusing on his right arm, the same as the Angra's body, he smiled, feeling glee. Focusing ahead, he spoke once more.
"I believe it is showtime, my King."
Gilgamesh huffed, before a sharp smirk appeared on his face. Raising his right arm, he summoned his Ea. From the Ea, he produced segments at a much faster rate than he ever could with his God Arc. Then, a slight twitch of his off-hand positioned all the segments in front of the gates. Some commotion could be heard, but Gilgamesh was content to let the mongrels bark for now.
"Prepare for your King's arrival, mongrels."
He thrust forth his hand.
Thanks for reading. This is Cee and, this is the biggest chapter yet. But, I am a bit off put by how rushed this feels. I did try to elapse three days, after all, but I'm certain I could have made two or three chapters with better pacing.
Also, Merry Christmas. Also, Happy New Year. Sorry for forgetting. Also sorry I took so long.
In case it wasn't clear, the thoughts in brackets are meant to be traitorous thoughts. Things you can't help but think, and ultimately try to ignore, always there, taunting you.
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Goodbye.
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