He had lost.
Even with Tohsakas help he wasn't able to defeat the eternal king. The countless swords in his reality marble were of no help against her power.
Dejected and in despair, Shirou lifted his head up and looked upon the women in front him.
Gilgamesh stood there with smug grin and gleeful red ruby eyes which made her look like a predator that had finally caught up to her prey after a long hunt.
Her skin glowed under the fake sun of his conjured mind scape and despite the dust and grime everywhere in this reality, not a single speck of it were on her clothes. Her clothes being a a black biker jacket on top of a white V shaped top which showed huge cleavage and a black skirt and black thigh highs which lead down to brown shoes.
Emiya had to begrudgingly admit that she looked as fabulous and majestic as she always claimed she was. She was the opposite of Emiya shirou. He was a tool that helped others no matter what, someone insignificant, she was the one who stood above everyone in the world, the world bowed to her. There was nothing in the world as important as her.
While Emiya looked upon her with anger and awe she looked at him with curiosity. Like a cat who looked at a mouse.
She had thought of this boy as nothing more than a pathetic faker and a twisted blight on this world that had no use. But she was wrong, She had looked at him, through him using her divine gaze and what she saw had excited her and pleased her.
Unlike the vermin that mindlessly trotted on her garden in the modern era this one was a unique and delicate existence. He was someone who was so devoted to his ideals that he had discarded everything, even his own self in order to fulfill his dreams.
While that was interesting, it wasn't the main thing that drew her attention to him.
It was the fact that this boy was bound to be a heroic spirit
Her smiled widened and she barely contained the bout of laughter which threatened to escape her.
In a sea of pathetic and weak mongrels who were destined to live out meaningless lives this boy had stood out and been admitted into the Throne of heroes. Her mind went back to the Red archer with white hair who had been a thorn in her side.
Looks like this wretched era did create a strong human after all.
It was a shame that the Red archer was already entwined with Alaya and beyond her reach, a hero from the modern era is unheard of and is to be considered a treasure.
But that's alright. The original article was right in front of her, kneeling, where he and the rest of his kind belonged.
She would take great care in sculpting him to fit her desires once the world was hers.
Soon the grail will open and reach completion, saber had been defeated and returned to the throne with her master, the spawn of the pathetic tohsaka dead.
Her dying cries amused her, she had cried out and cursed her claiming that the faker would defeat her.
She scoffed, how ludicrous. Heroic spirit or not, she was the king of heroes, she stood above everyone, nothing like her existed and others lived for her sake. A tool wielded for the sake of others could never hope to defeat her.
She looked at the faker and smirked. It was time to end this.
"How does it feel faker, to finally be shown where your place in life lies, beneath me"
Emiya shirou who had been looking at Gilgamesh, looked away. He had failed saber and tohsaka, failed to save everyone, failed his dream...
He was suddenly thrown out of his throughs when Gilgamesh harshly grabbed his chin and oriented his head so that he was looking straight into her eyes.
"How foolish, to take up arms against the king who owns everything. A faker like you could never defeat me. Your pale imitations could never match my treasures"
Emiya shirou was not one to hate, but right now all he wanted was to kill this women and desecrate her body. She had taken everything he cherished from him.
"Are you going to gloat all day? Just kill me already."
"So it seems you have some fire left after all. I was worried that I might have broken you. And, no, I won't kill you. If I wanted you dead you wouldn't have reached this point, mongrel."
Alarm bells started going off in shirous head, she was planning something.
"What the hell do you want?"
Gilgamesh licked her lips and smirked.
"Who said anything about killing you my dear Concubine~?"
His heart stuttered to a stop, Surely he had misheard right?
"What?"
A huge golden portal opened up behind him and chains erupted from it and wound around his entire figure. Shirou struggled and writhed in them.
"I have seen into your soul faker. You are naught but a sword. And all swords in this world belong to me, the king. As king I will bring you to heel and instead of fighting for a ridiculous ideal you will fight for my entertainment.
"I'd rather die."
"Oh but you won't my concubine. I shan't squander the chance of adding the first modern day heroic spirit and reality marble into my treasury. Be grateful that a mongrel like you have received such a privilege"
Shirou was about to give a nasty retort before he suddenly found his lips occupied by another. It was gilgamesh, kissing his lips.
His mind blanked, the lips were soft and inviting and he could not resist because of the chains.
She let go of his lips and he was suddenly dragged behind before his world was engulfed in gold.
When shirou opened his eyes he found that he was in a place with so many gold artifacts and treasuries. Saying the it was simply gold would be an understatement. The entire place had every valuable in the world, every wonder ever seen to man.
It wasn't just a room. It reached as far as the eye can see and towered over japans skyscrapers.
He tried to move and realized that he's legs were chained to the center of a large altar. His arms were also chained to huge pillars which put him in a kneeling T shaped position.
"It seems your enjoying your stay here mongrel"
A sudden flash of gold, and she was there in front of him, though, unlike previous encounters she did not have a single piece of cloth on her body.
Shirou' face grew red and the blood started rushing downwards. It was difficult to admit, but everything about her was beautiful. Huge breasts, Huge child bearing hips, long flowing golden hair and exotic red tattoos all over her body.
He couldn't help but ogle her breast's and feed his eyes.
Gilgamesh, noticing the state of her concubine smirked.
"Oho, what is this? Unable to control yourself? Expected. No women or beauty matches mine in this universe"
"...yeah"
Suddenly realizing what he had said while he was absentmindedly admiring her breast he looked away in shame and self disgust.
Gilgamesh threw her head back and laughed. Sculpting him into her treasure and attack dog would be more simple than she thought.
Once her laughter had ceased she waved her hand and the chains holding Emiya shirou disappeared in a golden flash.
The newly freed shirou didn't waste any time calling upon his magic...only nothing happened. He looked at his hand before clenching it and trying to punch her.
Instead of his fist landing on her face his hand stopped inches away from her face. He looked at his hand in shock.
"Surprised, why don't you look at yourself?"
He looked down and with shock he noticed that he had dark blue markings all over his body. He also had a collar on his neck which he failed to notice because of the rush of events.
"What is this?"
"This is your life now mongrel. While in this realm you cannot attack me in anyway. This is my treasury, my realm. Everything here obeys me"
Shirou looked at her in shock and fear, which caused her smile to widen.
"The moment you got dragged in here you became my property, a treasure of mine to use as I see fit. And you will stay that way"
She had moved closer to him and grabbed his face, putting her lips near his ear.
"Forever"
Shirou legs gave way and he fell, into a kneeling position, in front of her. Despair upon his face.
"N no but ai h have to become a hero of jus-"
His head was suddenly stepped on and he fell face first on the altar. Gilgamesh had just stepped on his head.
"You do not decide your purpose Concubine. You exist for my entertainment and pleasure. That right is only reserved for your king, now..."
She crossed her arms under her breasts, smirked and raised her eye brow.
"Let us start sculpting you into my obedient dog, yes?"
Shirou could say nothing, could do nothing, he was well and truly hers now.
10 Years later
The world was burning, people were crying and many were fighting. There was no rule or law. Only that the strongest thrive and move on, as the king / queen had determined when the world went up in flames.
in the midst of all this chaos a tanned white haired man walked, unaffected by all the suffering around him. If he had been his past self he would have helped the people reaching out and crying for him. Now?
Now he didn't care. Why should he? They all would die regardless if he helped them or not. He had a greater purpose now, and that was to serve the eternal god queen.
She was eternal and her purifying of the land was just, after all it was her garden. And what kind of a king / queen would she be if she didn't take care of her own garden.
The man suddenly stopped and looked up. A huge throne was in front of him and sitting on it was none other than the golden queen.
The man dropped his twin swords which dripped the blood of thousands of people who committed the crime of standing against his queen. He kneeled in front of the queen
The queen took notice of the arrival of the man and smiled.
"You are back faster than the last time. I must say I am impressed my concubine."
"The rebels have been eliminated my queen. None were spared"
Her smile widened and she gestured him to come forward before her, which he did.
Gilgamesh put a foot in front of his face, the man knowing what she wanted simply looked at her face, looking for permission.
"Kiss your queens feet, dog"
And he did. For he was not a human anymore but an immortal treasure of gilgamesh which existed to entertain and pleasure her for all eternity.
He was not a sword or tool of justice anymore. He was nothing but her obedient dog.
The fate franchise and its characters belong to nasu. I'm new to this but criticism is welcome.