Chapter 2: The Nightmare.
Note: Alright my doods! Here is the next chapter for this story though I wish to make a PSA, mental health issues aren't things to scoff at nor should it be treated like a joke.
My co author's father is a war veteran and he suffers from PTSD which is where the idea I got for Jaune Arc came from.
So with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this next chapter
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The sky was red, crimson red.
As if the blood from the battlefield didn't plummet onto the ground and instead flew into the air to coat the expansive sky in its crimson beauty and despair.
On the black ashen gravel ground where dozens to hundreds of pitch black bodies were slumped around a singular man, the bodies were either in full pieces but had blood pour out of them and were flying into the air or some bodies were in chunks littering everywhere with blood seeping out that is also flying into the air while streams of blood fell from the sky.
Everything red was flowing into a glowing crimson red like gem in the center of the world.
The lone man was a younger boy, 17 years of age, someone so young that it was out of place for someone so young to be in the middle of a depressing battlefield enclosed with walls of anguish and despair.
The blonde man was wearing blue pants tucked into combat boots while streams of blood stained the pants.
He was wearing a skin tight sleeveless shirt with several slash marks and bullet holes through the fabric along with one darkish glove on the left hand while a spiked gauntlet on the right, two different like arrays on both.
The left circle array consists of a point within a circle with two curves around them to make contact with the borders of another circle and two lines coming from the center touching the borders, resembling an eye with a line across and a text on an external circle.
The Right Circle Array had a loose ring hanging off the wrist, the rings and the plate were intricately engraved with his transmutation circle markings.
On the back of the hand, there were several more metal sections, each lined with stunted spikes.
The blonde man looked around, looking extremely fatigued and felt done with everything until fear started to fill into his tired blue eyes as the full bodies on the field started twitching and moving slowly back onto their feet.
They all opened their eyes exposing a bright red glow and chanted in unison with all of their individual voices blending together.
"You Failed Us. You Failed Us. You Failed Us" they had said together and kept repeating it over and over and over again as if drilling regret and guilt into the blonde man.
The blonde warrior was shaking heavily as he tried to stumble around while also turning, seeing the eerie red eyes of his former subordinates around him until turning around and one was directly behind him.
It was a charred black skinned warrior wearing the same blue pants and a blue military jacket that was buttoned up though his eyes were equally red but the blonde leader knew it was filled with hatred and regret.
The charred warrior grasped the leaders neck as if trying to strangle yet stumbled slightly due to the action "YOU FAILED US GENERAL, YOU PROMISED US FREEDOM BUT ALL YOU BROUGHT WAS DEATH, WE DIED BECAUSE OF YOUR FAILURE, WE DIED BECAUSE OF YOUUUUUU" it said in a deeply distorted voice as if his voice was mixed with other voices.
The blonde General stutters slightly, looking more disheveled from the confrontation "N-no…I-I-I I d-didn't mean t-to-" He tried to make excuses for why he failed but nothing was coming out since the grip around the soldiers neck started to increase making talking difficult.
Then suddenly the charred man and everyone around the blonde erupted in flames and started melting into goo "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
Too much was happening which caused the General to start screaming in fear "AaaaaaAaaAaAAaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Inside what appeared to be a rather minimalistic apartment is where a shirtless buffed golden blonde man was on a couch that was already in the apartment long before he arrived.
The man was wearing basic golden boxers and that's it, no other modest clothing especially living in an apartment.
He was reading a novel book called 'Aura: What you need to know' which was essentially a how to book for dummies but the shirtless man didn't seem to mind that it was for people looking for a basic understanding of what aura is capable of.
For the shirtless blonde, it was knowledge reading to be read and stored within his mind.
The man sniffed the air lightly as he lowered the book "Enkidu…are you burning breakfast again?" The man asked as he turned his head towards the back where the open kitchen was at where another figure was located.
It was a rather slender young woman it's light green colored hair tied into a ponytail, she was wearing jeans which seemed rather for males then someone like her though she made it fit due to some aspect of her body, the green haired woman named Enkidu was wearing a white t shirt with some boy bands name that originated from Mistral and a lighting brown poncho over her shirt as a sort of nostalgic desire from her.
Enkidu looked over her shoulder to stare the golden blonde man down with an adorable pouty face "No, I'm not…I learned from my twenty mistakes…Stupid Gilgamesh" she said to the shirtless man now named 'Gilgamesh'.
The golden man gave a teasing grin before turning his attention back to his book, he then hunched over grabbing a wine glass filled with a red liquid to take a sip from the glass.
"Don't you think it's too early to be drinking Gil? This world isn't like our time, they apparently developed standards for society." Enkidu said from her place in the kitchen.
Gilgamesh snorted as he downed the wine "Different Era aside, I'm still the King of Heroes Enkidu, I do as I please." He said as he placed the book down onto the same coffee table then refilled his glass from a golden jug "Besides, I offered to share my riches with Master but he seems rather cagey on touching it for whatever reason"
The green haired woman frowned slightly as most, if not, all humans would find an attachment to gold since it was a precious metal most humans would try to gain but some humans seem to stray away from the precious metal in pursuit of other things such as their own master.
"-aaaAaaAaAAaAAAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A deeply muffled yelling was heard from the single bedroom of the apartment which nearly caused the clay woman to drop the ladle she was holding to quickly go to his side.
"Ah, it seems that the Master is awake, his nightmares are doing a better job than a clock would- OW!" Gil tried to joke before getting hit upside the head by the ladle wielding godly creation, the golden man pouted as he rubbed the back of his head "Just a joke Enkidu…"
"Not one made in good taste Gil, did you forget how we were summoned?" She said with a deep frown at him which made the golden servant sigh.
"Yes, I remember. The very sight made me lose my thirst for wine…so much blood, and no bodies! I keep asking Master how he made the bodies of his comrades disappear but he never gives me an answer, I know he's traumatized but if I knew then I can help sooth his pain" Gilgamesh said as he downed his wine again, before frowning having believed his memory soured his drink.
The Lancer Servant sighed as she returned to the kitchen though stopped momentarily as a boxer wearing blonde man quickly entered the living room while quickly leaving to go to the bathroom with another woman, also blonde(go figure), who was in her own underwear was gingerly escorting the man to the bathroom.
The blonde that had entered had a significantly deeper shade of blonde from Gilgamesh, his body was also as muscular but unlike the King of Heroes, The mortal blonde had numerous scars littering all over his body ranging from deep slash scars to innumerable bullet rounds.
But the greatest wound that would make the Golden King and his Clay Best Friend shiver, was that instead of a right flesh arm was replaced with a metal prosthetic and with the times so it wasn't a traditional automail, which that alone was revolutionary in the medical industry, but was a cybernetic arc.
The last arm was taken for mysterious reasons and when the three servants tried to inquire how the blonde master lost it, he simply stated that he didn't lose it in battle and kept it at that.
Gil would quickly adopted a soured look as he placed his wine down again "Damn the gods…my wine is soured again…"