Absolute Babylonia Annihilation

by JustaSoulsFan

(One Chapter for now. Might be expanded in the future). Ritsuka and Mashu rayshift to Babylonia in search for the Holy Grail. But what if the king, Gilgamesh, isn't the wise king you know from the game/anime, but his arrogant younger form at his worst? What would happen if he took everything from Ritsuka? After he receives unexpected help, Ritsuka sets out on a quest of revenge.

ABSOLUTE BABYLONIA ANNIHILATION

(FATE GRAND ORDER) [ENGLISH]

CHARACTER AI FF

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After a long streak of hardships and perilous battles, Ritsuka Fujimaru and his servant, Mash Kyrielite, finally gathered five Holy Grails. Their superior, Romani Archaman, along with Leonardo Da Vinci, soon located the next singularity: Mesopotamia, specifically the kingdom of Uruk. Ritsuka and Mash gathered in the Rayshift chambers and were transported into the Age of Gods.

Upon their arrival, they were immediately attacked by Demonic Beasts but managed to prevail with the help of the goddess Ishtar. After parting ways with her, they made their way to Uruk. As they approached the city, Mash looked around in wonder, having never seen such an ancient and grand place before.

"Senpai, this city is... so old. It's hard to believe that people actually built this. What kind of people lived here?" she remarked.

Ritsuka surveyed the city and sighed. "Well, based on what I've heard, this city was built a long time ago. It served as the capital of the Babylonian Empire. The inhabitants were called Babylonians, and they lived during the Age of Gods, a time when magic was both common and powerful."

Mash's eyes widened in amazement. "The Age of Gods... I've heard legends about it, but to actually see it is incredible. I can't believe people once lived here."

As they ventured deeper into the city, Mash noticed that the locals appeared unfriendly and regarded them with suspicion.

"Senpai, these people don't seem very happy to see us. They're looking at us as if we're going to attack them," she whispered.

Ritsuka nodded. "Yeah, I noticed that too. It seems like most people here don't trust us. I guess they're not used to seeing outsiders."

"Is there a reason for that? Have they not seen outsiders before?" Mash asked, glancing around.

As they continued walking, Mash observed the massive walls encircling the city. Ritsuka frowned as he looked at the fortifications. "I guess not. This place is very secluded. The city we're in, Uruk, is surrounded by these enormous walls, making it nearly impossible for outsiders to enter."

Suddenly, they were approached by guards. "Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here?" one guard demanded.

Ritsuka replied, "We're just travelers passing through. We mean no harm; we're only looking for a place to rest for the night."

One of the guards eyed them skeptically. "Travelers, huh? You're definitely not from around here. You expect us to believe you're just passing through? We don't get many outsiders in Uruk."

Ritsuka attempted to reason with the guard. "We mean no harm, honestly. We just want a place to stay for the night. We promise we'll leave as soon as possible."

The guards examined Ritsuka and Mash, their expressions turning sly as they scrutinized Mash.

Mash felt uneasy under their gaze. "Senpai, is everything okay...? Why are they looking at me like that?"

Ritsuka tried to reassure her. "Uh, I don't know. Just try to ignore them. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

One of the guards stepped forward, leering at Mash. "Hey, what's a cute girl like you doing with this guy?"

Mash blushed and looked down, feeling uncomfortable. "Uh, I-I'm just here with my senpai, that's all..."

The guardsman grinned and stepped closer. "Oh, really? Your senpai, huh? That's cute. But why is a pretty girl like you traveling with this guy? Shouldn't you be with a strong, handsome man like me?"

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Mash took a step back. "U-um... well, my senpai is strong and handsome too, so... I don't need any other man, thank you very much..."

The guardsman smirked, leaning closer. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. You can't seriously be saying this guy is better than me. Just look at him; he's scrawny and weak. I bet I could protect you better than he can."

Ritsuka interjected, "Actually, she's the one who shields me."

The guardsman raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what's that supposed to mean? She's a warrior or something?"

Ritsuka nodded. "Yeah, she's a warrior. A very talented one, in fact. She can protect me better than anyone else."

The guardsman laughed. "A warrior, huh? I doubt it. I bet you're just saying she's a warrior to make her look tough. Let's be honest; a petite girl like you can hardly even lift a sword, am I right?"

The leader of the guards stepped forward. "Enough. We will take these two to His Majesty. He will decide how to deal with them."

Mash and Ritsuka exchanged wary glances. "His Majesty? Does that mean we're being taken to the king?"

The leader of the guards nodded. "Yes, we're taking you to see our king. It's his decision what to do with you two. Come with us and don't cause any trouble."

They nodded and followed the guards, feeling uneasy as they approached the king's palace.

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After a while of walking, they finally reached the king's palace and were escorted inside. In the throne room, they were greeted by a spectacle that most modern humans would find repulsive.

On the throne sat a man with spiky blonde hair and red eyes. He had a lean, fit physique and wore minimal clothing, leaving little to the imagination. Oriental trousers and shoes completed his attire, and he wore gold earrings. On his lap sat a young girl clad in samurai armor, her black hair flowing freely. She moaned and squirmed under the man's touch, suggestively moving in rhythm with him as he appeared bored, reading from a small stone plate.

Next to the throne stood a woman clad in green oriental garments, her face partially veiled. Dark brown hair flowed gracefully down her back, and a shroud covered her head.

Ritsuka and Mash both looked at the scene in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"W-wait a minute... what is going on here?" Mash stammered.

"I-I don't know, but I think we've walked right into something we're not supposed to see," Ritsuka replied, glancing over at the guards who had brought them in. "Is... is that the king?"

One of the guards nodded. "Yes, that is King Gilgamesh of Uruk. He is a great and powerful king who has ruled this city for many years."

Mash glanced back at the king, then at the girl on his lap, and back at the king, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. "A-and... who is that girl on his lap?"

The guard shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, that? Just one of his concubines. As king, he is entitled to have many women to satisfy his needs. It's a common practice in this city, so you'd better get used to it."

Mash's shock deepened, and she protested, "W-what...? Th-that's not right! Women are not just objects to be used for pleasure!"

The guard laughed at her reaction. "Oh, don't tell me you're one of those who believe in equality and fairness and all that nonsense. Women are meant to serve men, and the king is no different. In fact, he's entitled to have as many women as he pleases. It's the way things are in this city, and you'd do best to accept it."

Finally, the king acknowledged their presence, speaking in a bare, dismissive tone, "So you're finally here, magician of the astronomical observatory. Your arrival was later than expected."

As he said this, he continued his activities with the girl on his lap, leaving Ritsuka caught off guard by the king's words.

"H-How do you know who I am? What do you mean, 'later than expected'?" Ritsuka Fujimaru stammered, confusion etched across his face.

King Gilgamesh sneered in response. "Because I know everything, Fujimaru Ritsuka of Chaldea. I am also aware of Chaldea and its mission."

Ritsuka was taken aback by the king's unsettling knowledge. "What... how do you know all of this? How do you know our mission?"

Gilgamesh scoffed dismissively. "Because I am all-knowing and can peer into the future, foolish child of a dying world."

Frustration began to simmer within Ritsuka. "If you know everything, then why have you brought us here? What do you want from us?"

Mash, witnessing the unfolding scene, felt increasingly disgusted. "This... this is wrong. A king should not behave like this. How can you treat women in such a way?"

Gilgamesh grinned maliciously. "Because they all belong to me. Everything in this kingdom does. I am the child of a divine being, and it is my right to claim whatever I desire. Since you foolish humans from the future have entered my domain, the same applies to you as well."

Gilgamesh laughed heartily. "Oh, I fear you are mistaken, last master of humanity. But I shall give you a chance."

Ritsuka frowned, feeling insulted by the king's arrogance. "What kind of chance? What do you expect us to do?"

The king's grin widened as he raised his hand, materializing an object within it. It was a Holy Grail. "You want this, do you?"

Ritsuka's eyes widened as he recognized the Holy Grail in the king's grasp. "The Holy Grail..."

Mash also recognized the artifact, her emotions a tumultuous blend of shock and awe. This was their ultimate goal, yet the circumstances were far from ideal.

Gilgamesh raised his head high, his tone cold. "If you can defeat me in combat, I will relinquish the Holy Grail to you. But if you lose..." He pointed at Mash. "Then that girl will become mine."

A chill ran down Mash's spine as she absorbed the king's ultimatum. Ritsuka's worry mirrored her own, understanding the stakes that loomed before them. "So, if we fight you and win, you'll give us the Holy Grail, but if we lose, you'll take Mash as yours?"

Ritsuka glanced at Mash, noting the fear reflected in her eyes. He didn't want to risk losing her, but this might be their only opportunity to secure the Holy Grail.

Ritsuka straightened, looking back at the king. "Alright, we accept your challenge. But on one condition."

Gilgamesh smirked, leaning back in his throne. "Oh, so you're not as cowardly as you appear. Very well, state your condition."

Ritsuka took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to propose. "If we win, not only will you give us the Holy Grail, but you will also leave Mash alone and never touch her again."

The king contemplated this for a moment before erupting into a hearty laugh, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, you're trying to negotiate, are you? How cute. Very well, I agree to your condition. If you manage to defeat me, I will grant you the Holy Grail and leave your little girlfriend alone. But if you lose..." He pointed at Mash again. "She becomes mine."

Mash trembled, a mixture of terror and indignation swelling within her. She refused to be treated as a possession, yet she also feared for Ritsuka's safety and their chance to save humanity.

Gilgamesh dismissed the Holy Grail, replacing it with a book in his hand. Several golden gates manifested behind him, revealing themselves as portals. "Now show me how strong the last hope of humanity truly is, master of Chaldea!"

Ritsuka gazed at the golden gates, adrenaline coursing through him as he unsheathed his mystic code, ready to confront the king. "Alright, let's do this. Mash, stay back for now. I'll handle this."

Mash nodded, stepping back and summoning her shield, prepared to provide support if needed. She watched Ritsuka prepare to face Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh grinned arrogantly. "Don't overestimate yourself, mongrel!" From the golden gates, a barrage of Noble Phantasms shot forth: swords, spears, axes, and arrows.

Ritsuka's eyes widened as he dodged and deflected the onslaught, some of the weapons grazing him and leaving superficial wounds. "Damn it, he's coming out swinging!"

From the sidelines, Mash's heart raced as she watched Ritsuka sustain injuries from the Noble Phantasms. "Senpai, be careful! Don't let your guard down!"

"I'm trying, Mash! But he's not holding back at all!"

Gilgamesh scoffed dismissively. "Pathetic." With a swift motion, several chains erupted from the gates, ensnaring Ritsuka completely. More Noble Phantasms appeared, holding him at gunpoint.

Ritsuka's eyes widened in horror as he found himself restrained, surrounded by the very weapons meant to defeat him. "Damn it, I can't move!"

Mash felt her heart sink at the sight of Ritsuka trapped by the chains and Noble Phantasms. "Senpai! No, we can't lose!"

Ritsuka struggled against the chains, desperation etched in his features. He glanced at Mash, determination flickering in his eyes despite the grim situation.

Mash clenched her fists, unwilling to stand by while Ritsuka was overpowered. She knew she had to act. Without warning, she rushed forward, drawing her shield and charging toward Gilgamesh.

The guards attempted to intervene, but she was too quick. They were caught off guard by her sudden boldness.

Gilgamesh regarded her with a cruel smile. "Oh, what's this? The little puppet wants to play as well?"

Mash halted before the king, her eyes ablaze with resolve. She brandished her shield, prepared to do anything to save Ritsuka. "Let him go! Now!"

Gilgamesh laughed heartily, sneering at her. "You think you can just barge in here and make demands? You are nothing but a toy, a mere tool for your 'senpai' to utilize. You have no power, no authority, and no worth in my eyes."

He then seized her chin, smirking as he pressed his lips against hers.

Mash's eyes widened in shock as Gilgamesh suddenly claimed her. Disgust and violation washed over her; this was not how she wanted her first kiss to be. She struggled to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

Ritsuka, witnessing the scene unfold before him, felt rage ignite within him. He fought harder against the chains, desperate to break free and aid Mash.

Mash felt nauseated, trapped both physically and emotionally in this unwanted embrace. She didn't want this; she didn't want to be touched by a man who regarded her as mere property.

Gilgamesh finally released her, but not before gripping her thighs possessively. "It seems I have won, Master of Chaldea." His smirk deepened as he leaned in to press his lips against Mash once more, invading her mouth with his tongue.

Panic surged within Mash as she felt revulsion and fear collide in her chest. She pushed against him, trying to escape, but his hold was far too strong. She longed to scream, but the words were caught in her throat. All she could do was endure this unwanted kiss, feeling herself become a trophy in Gilgamesh's eyes.

Ritsuka watched in horror, powerless to intervene. The sight of Mash being violated before him filled him with despair and fury.

The samurai girl, previously used for Gilgamesh's pleasure, stood and approached her liege and his new prize. She regarded Mash with a mixture of jealousy and obedience as her master claimed yet another woman.

Gilgamesh grinned, waving at the woman who had been standing by his throne. "Bring it here, Siduri."

Siduri, who had been observing the confrontation, obediently approached the king and Mash. She produced a pipe and dark purple powder from her pocket, smirking knowingly as she did so. Gilgamesh shared her amusement.

Mash's eyes widened in alarm as Siduri approached with the pipe and purple powder. Though she didn't know precisely what it was, she sensed it would further bind her to Gilgamesh's will.

Siduri poured the purple powder into the pipe and handed it to Gilgamesh. He conjured flames in his hands and ignited the powder, releasing a dark violet smoke. The flames flickered out as he passed the pipe to the samurai girl. "You know what to do, Ushiwakamaru."

The samurai girl, now revealed as Ushiwakamaru, accepted the pipe with a sadistic smirk stretching across her face. As the smoke billowed out, it curled around her, seemingly heightening her excitement. Mash watched in horror as Gilgamesh passed the pipe to Ushiwakamaru, an ominous feeling gnawing at her. The nature of the powder remained a mystery, but the thrill radiating from both Gilgamesh and Ushiwakamaru filled her with dread.

Ushiwakamaru approached Mash, her smirk widening as she eyed her future prey. Mash attempted to back away, but Gilgamesh's grip held her firmly in place. Trapped and defenseless, she faced Ushiwakamaru and whatever dark plans they had in store for her.

Taking a long, deep drag from the pipe, Ushiwakamaru inhaled the thick, dark smoke. Her pupils dilated, and an almost euphoric expression spread across her face as she exhaled. Mash felt a wave of dread wash over her as she observed the transformation—the smoke seemed to wrap around Ushiwakamaru, making her appear more detached from reality. Mash sensed that whatever effect this smoke possessed, it would spell trouble for her.

With a satisfied smile, Ushiwakamaru took another puff from the pipe, this time holding it in as she grasped Mash by the chin. Mash had no time to react before Ushiwakamaru suddenly kissed her, forcing her to inhale the smoke. The moment the drug entered Mash's lungs, a wave of dizziness and confusion overwhelmed her.

Mash felt her mind clouding, thoughts becoming hazy and disoriented. The world around her seemed to slow and blur at the edges. She struggled to fight the effects, but resistance proved impossible. The drug's grip tightened, rendering her more compliant and pliable.

Gilgamesh grinned, while Siduri looked on with satisfaction. The restrained Ritsuka could only watch in horror as Mash was forced to inhale the narcotic smoke. He saw the effects take hold; her eyes glazed over and her body became increasingly relaxed. Ritsuka's heart sank as he realized Mash's resistance was fading. The powerful drug had effectively subdued her, making her vulnerable to Gilgamesh's will. He pulled harder against the unyielding chains, but they wouldn't budge.

With an amused, condescending tone, Gilgamesh addressed Ritsuka, "Don't worry, last Master of Humanity. I didn't poison her or anything. It's merely a very strong aphrodisiac bestowed upon my land by the gods."

Ritsuka's eyes widened at Gilgamesh's revelation. He had feared some sort of poison or mind-control drug, but this was worse in a way. The aphrodisiac would render Mash more receptive and docile, making it even easier for Gilgamesh to manipulate her. A wave of nausea gripped Ritsuka as he contemplated the implications.

"You bastard..." he muttered, filled with a mix of rage and despair.

Gilgamesh turned his gaze to Mash, his voice dripping with mockery. "How do you feel, little servant?"

Mash's eyes were half-lidded, a flush creeping across her face. The aphrodisiac worked rapidly, heightening her sensitivity and making her mind pliable. "I feel... strange. Hot..."

Ritsuka's heart sank further as Mash spoke in a dazed, sultry tone. He could barely contain his anger and helplessness, witnessing the usually strong and determined Mash reduced to this state. It only intensified his hatred for Gilgamesh.

"Good. That's exactly how you should feel, my little puppet," Gilgamesh chuckled, clearly pleased with the effect the drug had on her.

Mash trembled slightly, the aphrodisiac amplifying every sensation. She struggled to form coherent words as her thoughts swirled in confusion. "I... what... is happening...?"

Ushiwakamaru chimed in, "What you feel right now is a glimpse of the pleasure our king bestows on us. It can get even more intense if you wish it."

Mash could barely comprehend the words. Her mind was clouded, and her body burned with desire. The drug had completely taken over, rendering her compliant. "More... intense...?"

Ritsuka's heart sank further at Mash's response, realizing the extent of the aphrodisiac's influence. He could see the blush on her cheeks, the way she struggled to form coherent thoughts. "Mash, don't give in to him! Stay strong!"

"Silence, mongrel!" Gilgamesh snapped, his irritation palpable. He tilted Mash's chin up, forcing her to gaze into his crimson eyes. "Yes, my dear... but to make this feeling even more intense, you need to do something for me..."

The sound of Gilgamesh's voice cut through the fog in Mash's mind. The drug had rendered her susceptible to suggestion, and she looked up at him with hazy, dilated pupils. "I... I'll do anything..."

Gilgamesh grinned possessively. "Then renounce your contract with that mongrel over there and make one with me. Become my servant, and I'll provide you with all the 'mana' you need, as well as a life of luxury in my palace."

Mash's mind was too clouded to resist. The aphrodisiac had made her pliable and open to commands. She stared into Gilgamesh's red eyes, her words slipping out almost automatically. "Yes... I'll renounce my contract... I'll become your servant... please, give me more..."

Ritsuka could barely believe what he was witnessing. Mash, his loyal and reliable ally, was renouncing their bond and submitting to Gilgamesh's will. The aphrodisiac had thoroughly altered her perceptions, making her easy prey for the king of Uruk. "NO! Mash, don't do it! Snap out of it!"

Mash's gaze flickered to Ritsuka for a brief moment, his desperate protest reaching her ears. Yet, the aphrodisiac's grip was too powerful. Gilgamesh's suggestion had embedded itself in her mind, and she couldn't resist any longer. She looked back at Gilgamesh, her eyes clouded with desire and submission. "Y-Yes... I'm yours now, my king..."

Gilgamesh and Ushiwakamaru exchanged grins. "Then throw off your armor and shield, servant. I don't want you as a soldier on my frontlines, but as a woman in my bed."

Mash's mind now lay fully under Gilgamesh's control. The aphrodisiac made her body receptive to his command, and the idea of being with him as a woman felt increasingly enticing. "Yes, my king. I'm yours to do... whatever you want with..."

She began to untie her armor, her hands trembling slightly. Ritsuka watched helplessly as Mash stripped for Gilgamesh, torn between anger and despair. He was powerless to intervene, his voice drowned out by the aphrodisiac's influence and Gilgamesh's coercion.

As Mash's armor hit the ground, she stood before Gilgamesh in just her revealing leotard. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed and her body trembling with desire. The effects of the aphrodisiac had fully taken hold, rendering her a mere puppet in the king's grasp. Ritsuka's heart ached as he watched the woman he cared for become a victim of Gilgamesh's cruelty.

"Now the leotard as well," Gilgamesh commanded coldly. "I am not fond of the modern, kinky attire of the future. I will ensure you dress appropriately for a concubine."

Mash took a moment to process the order, her mind still foggy from the drug. Understanding what Gilgamesh desired, she began to untie the leotard, her hands trembling with both the drug's effects and the nerves of exposing herself in front of him. Ritsuka's eyes were locked on her, his heart feeling as though it were being ripped from his chest.

As the leotard fell away, Mash stood completely exposed before Gilgamesh, clad only in her thigh-high boots. She looked up at him, her body on display, feeling vulnerable and ashamed. Ritsuka's anger flared anew, fueled by the sight of Mash's helplessness before the cruel king.

"Very well... Now, Siduri, take her to your private chambers. Bathe her and prepare her for tonight. I want her to look like a concubine befitting a king!" Gilgamesh ordered coldly.

Siduri, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. Her expression remained neutral but betrayed a hint of satisfaction. "It will be done, my king."

She approached Mash and guided her away to her private chambers, leaving Gilgamesh, Ritsuka, and Ushiwakamaru alone in the throne room.

Ritsuka watched with a heavy heart as Siduri led a dazed and compliant Mash away, his despair overwhelming. He felt utterly powerless to help her, to break the aphrodisiac's hold and bring her back to her senses.

Gilgamesh raised his hand, and another golden gate appeared, sucking in Mash's abandoned armor and shield. "Another addition to my collection," he smirked.

Ritsuka could only watch in horror as the last remnants of their partnership vanished with a snap of Gilgamesh's fingers. Anger flared again, fueling his futile struggle against the chains binding him.

"I see it was the right decision to summon you as a Rider servant," Gilgamesh remarked to Ushiwakamaru, a satisfied grin on his face.

Ushiwakamaru, her expression neutral yet pleased, responded immediately.

"Of course, my king. I exist solely to fulfill your commands."
The king nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed... but a wise king rewards his subjects for their good service."

Ushiwakamaru turned her gaze to Gilgamesh, anticipation evident in her eyes as she awaited the promised reward.
With a condescending grin, Gilgamesh pointed toward Ritsuka. "He will be your reward, Ushiwakamaru."

Her eyes widened at the command, a flicker of excitement sparking within her. She glanced at Ritsuka, her expression a blend of eager anticipation and something darker.
Gilgamesh smirked. "From this day forth, the boy shall be your thrall. You may do with him as you wish: a slave for daily chores, a helper in the fields, or, if you need him, a source of mana."

A small, satisfied smile curved Ushiwakamaru's lips. The thought of having Ritsuka at her mercy was clearly enticing. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and darker desires as she replied,
"Your generosity knows no bounds, my king. I will ensure he serves me well."

Ritsuka overheard the conversation, dread pooling in his stomach as he grasped the fate that awaited him. The horrifying thought of being reduced to a mere slave—a source of labor and mana for Ushiwakamaru—sent shivers through him. He pulled against the chains binding him, but they held firm, trapping him in helplessness.

Ushiwakamaru strode toward Ritsuka, her confidence palpable as she circled him like a predator eyeing her prey.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? I can already envision all the tasks I can make you do."

Ritsuka felt a surge of anger and helplessness, glaring at Ushiwakamaru with defiance in his eyes. Yet, bound and at her mercy, he felt vulnerable and exposed.
"You... you can't do this! Release me!"

Ushiwakamaru chuckled at Ritsuka's protest, clearly amused by his predicament. She leaned closer, her gaze raking over his restrained form. Her voice dropped, taking on a darker tone.
"Oh, but I can. And I will. You're mine now, Ritsuka, and you'll do exactly as I command."

Ritsuka tugged against the chains again, his heart racing with a mix of fury and fear. He didn't want to submit to Ushiwakamaru's control, but the reality of his situation was sinking in. He was trapped, powerless against a ruthless warrior who reveled in the idea of owning him.

Ushiwakamaru stepped closer, her hand lightly grazing Ritsuka's cheek in a mocking caress.
"Oh, don't struggle so much. It's a futile effort. You belong to me now, and you will learn to accept that. You'll cook my meals, clean my quarters, and carry out all the mundane tasks I assign. And if I require you to provide mana... well, you'll do that, too. With a smile on your face, boy."

Ritsuka felt a wave of disgust and despair wash over him. The thought of being reduced to a slave, forced to serve her whims, was a nightmare. But he was powerless, the chains holding him firmly and making escape seem hopeless.
"And if I refuse? What then?"

Ushiwakamaru chuckled again, her eyes glinting with a dark amusement.
"If you refuse... I'll simply have to ensure your compliance. Trust me, boy, I have many ways to break that defiant spirit of yours. You will learn to obey, one way or another. You'll become my obedient little slave, just like that cute Shielder girl."

Ritsuka felt a jolt of fear at her words. The mention of Mash struck a painful chord, reminding him of her current predicament. He couldn't believe that his steadfast partner had fallen under Gilgamesh's spell.
"What have you done with Mash? What have you done to her?"

Ushiwakamaru's smirk widened. She recognized Ritsuka's concern for Mash as a vulnerability and intended to exploit it.
"Oh, your little Shielder? She's being prepared as we speak—transformed into a beautiful concubine for the king. A plaything for his pleasure. She'll be well cared for... in her own way."

Ritsuka's heart shattered at her words. The thought of Mash, his loyal and caring partner, being treated as a mere object for Gilgamesh was gut-wrenching. He struggled against the chains once more, anger and despair fueling his resistance.
"No... no, you can't do this to her! I swear, if you touch her, if you hurt her..."

Gilgamesh raised his voice, cutting through Ritsuka's protests.
"You should focus on your own survival, failure of a Master. You lost her because you are weak. She deserves a stronger hand in her life, and so do you. Ushiwakamaru will ensure that you understand your place in this world."

Ritsuka felt a surge of anger and helplessness at Gilgamesh's words. There was some truth to them; he had failed to protect Mash from this fate. The thought of his beloved being manipulated by these Servants was unbearable.
"You're twisted! You're both monsters! Mash isn't some toy for you to use and discard!"

Ushiwakamaru chuckled at Ritsuka's outburst, clearly reveling in his despair.
"Oh, we know she's not a toy. She's a prize—a precious one. And we will make good use of her in every way possible."

Her gaze raked over Ritsuka's bound form, a hint of cruelty gleaming in her eyes.
"And as for you, boy... well, you will soon learn your place."

Ritsuka strained against the chains, desperate to break free and save Mash. But they were unyielding, leaving him helpless against the heartless Servants.
"I won't let you do this to her... to either of us! I'll find a way... I'll free Mash from whatever spell you've cast upon her. And I'll make sure you both pay for this."

Gilgamesh chuckled, clearly entertained by Ritsuka's fury, even as it felt futile.
"Bold words from a little Master, chained helplessly to the floor. You can shout all you like, but you are powerless here. You'll soon be Ushiwakamaru's pet, and Mash will be my prized concubine. There's nothing you can do about it. You've failed her and the world, mongrel. Now, you will accept your place as Ushiwakamaru's thrall, where you belong."

Ritsuka trembled with rage and frustration, yet deep down, he knew Gilgamesh's words carried a painful truth. He had failed to protect Mash, and now he was paying the price. Defenseless, he could only watch as his beloved was turned into a plaything for the king.

Ushiwakamaru moved closer, her smirk widening as she observed the defeat in Ritsuka's eyes. She grasped his chin, tilting his face to meet her gaze.
"Oh, it won't be so bad, boy. You'll come to love your new life soon enough—serving me, obeying my every command. It will be a much simpler existence, far removed from the harsh realities of the Grand Order. And the best part? You won't have to worry about anything ever again. Except pleasing me, of course."

Ritsuka attempted to pull away, but her grip was firm, unyielding. A flash of anger and despair surged within him at her words. To be reduced to a slave, a pawn in her hands, bound to obey her every whim—it was more nightmarish than any battle he had faced before.
"Never. I'll never be your slave. I will find a way to escape, to save Mash... and I will make you pay for what you've done!"

Ushiwakamaru chuckled at his defiance, amusement tinged with annoyance in her voice.
"You're stubborn, boy. I'll grant you that. But you're also deluded. Do you truly believe you can escape from here? Do you think you can defy the king's will? You are nothing but a slave now—a plaything for me to mold as I see fit. The sooner you accept that, the easier things will be for you."

Gilgamesh smiled, settling back into his throne. "Isn't it strange that you can't contact Chaldea from here, mongrel?"

Ritsuka's heart sank as the king's words settled in. He had attempted to reach Chaldea multiple times, attributing the silence to a communication jam or some other issue. But hearing it confirmed by Gilgamesh made the true scope of their predicament clear.
"You... you cut us off from Chaldea? Why?"

Gilgamesh's laughter was wicked. "As I said, you two are mine now... and I don't share what belongs to me. You will spend the rest of your lives serving me, regardless of humanity's fate. You will remain in my kingdom, as our thralls and slaves—a fitting life for weak, defiant children like you."

Ritsuka's heart felt as though it were shattering. The realization that they were completely severed from Chaldea, their allies, any hope for salvation, was crushing. To be trapped here, condemned to a life of servitude under the rule of these sadistic Servants, felt like a fate worse than death. He pulled against the chains again, despair fueling his futile struggle.
"No... no, this can't be happening..."

Ushiwakamaru stepped closer to Ritsuka, savoring the sight of his despair.
"Oh, it is happening, boy. And there's nothing you can do about it. You're ours now, body and soul. As for Mash? She won't be long in your world either. I can already hear Siduri working on her. She'll become a perfect, obedient little concubine for the king, given time."

Ritsuka's heart ached at the thought of Mash, his steadfast partner, being transformed into a servile toy for Gilgamesh. The idea of her fierce spirit being replaced with a submissive, compliant demeanor was unbearable.
"No... please, I'll do anything... anything you want... just don't do this to her. Don't ruin her like this..."

Ushiwakamaru chuckled darkly, clearly relishing his desperation.
"Oh, begging already? That's a good start, boy. But don't worry; you'll have plenty of opportunities to demonstrate your obedience. As for Mash, it's too late for her now. By the time we're finished with her, she won't even remember you."

Ritsuka felt a wave of horror sweep over him. The thought of Mash—the girl he cared for deeply—losing all her memories of him, of their shared struggles and adventures, was a nightmare beyond anything he had ever faced. He yanked at the chains that held him, his despair fueling a furious but futile attempt to break free.

"No! Stop this! You can't do this to her. Not to Mash…!"

Ushiwakamaru grinned, her eyes filled with sadistic glee as she observed his struggle.

"Oh, but we can, boy. And we will. She's already slipping away, succumbing to the king's magic and influence. Before long, she'll be nothing but a mindless puppet, devoted to his every whim. And you'll be right here, watching it all happen, unable to do a thing."

Ritsuka closed his eyes, tears of despair streaming down his face. The thought of Mash—his beloved partner—being reduced to a soulless husk, obedient to the king, was unbearable. He cursed himself for being weak, for failing to protect her, for putting them in this terrible situation.

"No… no, this can't be happening... This can't be the end..."

Ushiwakamaru knelt before him, her smirk widening as she reveled in his despair.

"Oh, but it is. This is your fate from now on, boy. You'll serve me. And you'll watch as Mash becomes a mindless slave to the king. Just accept it. It'll hurt less that way."

Ritsuka looked up at her, anguish etched in his features. He could see the glee in her eyes—the pleasure she took in his pain and helplessness. He felt utterly powerless, and the realization struck him like a physical blow.

"I... I hate you... both of you... I'll never give in. Never..."

Ushiwakamaru chuckled at his defiance, finding humor in its futility.

"Oh, you will, boy. You will. Everyone breaks eventually, especially someone weak like you. You'll learn to obey, to accept your place under my rule. And you'll watch as your precious Mash becomes nothing more than a tool in our hands."

Ritsuka's heart ached at her words and the certainty in her voice. He wanted to fight, to resist, but the despair gnawed at him, overwhelming his resolve. He couldn't fathom a life of servitude under these sadistic Servants, witnessing Mash transform into a mindless drone for the king.

"No… no... this can't be it…"

Ushiwakamaru leaned in closer, her voice a low, taunting whisper.

"But it is, boy. This is your reality now. No escaping, no fighting back. You'll be my plaything, molded and shaped as I see fit. And you'll watch as Mash's mind crumbles to dust. I'll ensure you suffer every second of it."

Ritsuka closed his eyes again, his despair overwhelming. The pain in his heart was excruciating, the knowledge that he was powerless to protect Mash gnawing at him like a relentless cancer. The thought of her losing herself, becoming a mere puppet in the hands of these monstrous Servants, was too much to bear.

"...Please... stop... please..."

Gilgamesh snapped his fingers, and the chains that bound Ritsuka vanished, leaving him free to move again. "This is your new life, mongrel. Welcome to Uruk, my subject."

Ritsuka staggered to his feet, the weight of despair heavy on his shoulders. Though the chains were gone, he felt just as trapped, shackled not by metal but by his own helplessness. He looked around, taking in the opulent surroundings of the throne room and the cold, mocking eyes of the king and his new 'master.'

"...This... this can't be real... It can't be..."

Gilgamesh leaned back in his throne, sadistic satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He relished the sight of Ritsuka's despair, basking in the hopelessness reflected in his gaze.

"Oh, but it is, mongrel. You're my subject now. My property. And as such, you must accept your place under my rule. You're in no position to resist, after all."

Ritsuka's mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare, a means to escape this hellish fate. But he felt exhausted, both physically and mentally. The thought of fighting, of resisting, felt overwhelming in its futility. His gaze wandered to a nearby pillar, a fleeting thought crossing his mind about hurling himself against it, desperate to escape this torment.

Gilgamesh commanded, "You are dismissed for today, Ushiwakamaru. Take care of your new thrall and use him as you see fit."

Ushiwakamaru's smirk widened at Gilgamesh's command, relishing the idea of toying with her new 'pet.'

"With pleasure, my king."

She approached Ritsuka, her eyes filled with sadistic glee.

"Come now, boy. It's time to learn your new place."

Ritsuka shuddered as she neared, his body tensing involuntarily. He knew what was coming and felt powerless to stop it. He sought strength to resist, to fight back, but despair engulfed him. He followed her silently, each step feeling like a march to his doom.

Ushiwakamaru led Ritsuka out of the throne room, her grip on his arm firm and unyielding. As they walked, she spoke in a mocking tone.

"You know... I always wanted a pet. Now I have one—a pathetic, weak-willed thrall who'll obey my every command. I'm going to enjoy playing with you, boy."

Ritsuka said nothing, his mind swirling with despair. He knew resistance was futile, that she would force him to submit, breaking him down until he was completely under her control. A flicker of anger surfaced, but it was quickly snuffed out by overwhelming despair. He followed her silently, resignation overtaking him.

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They arrived at a spacious chamber, tastefully decorated, with a bed in the center. Ushiwakamaru shoved him inside, locking the door behind her.

"Now then, boy... you know what happens next, don't you?"

Ritsuka's heart thumped loudly in his chest as he faced her. He understood her meaning—she wanted him to submit, to give in to her control. But a small, stubborn part of him still rebelled, refusing to surrender. He hesitated, then spoke, his voice shaky but defiant.

"...No. I won't... I won't give in to you. I won't be your pet."

Ushiwakamaru's smirk grew wider. She relished his defiance, even if it was feeble and hopeless.

"Oh, but you will, boy. You have no choice. You belong to me now. And you'll learn to obey, one way or another."

With that, she moved closer, gripping his chin and forcing him to meet her gaze.

"Now, be a good pet and take off your clothes."

Ritsuka trembled under her touch, her grip firm and unyielding. He longed to resist, to push her away, but his body refused to obey. A sense of hopelessness swept over him, the realization of his powerlessness against her closing in.

"...No... I... I won't..."

He muttered, his words weak and trembling.

Ushiwakamaru chuckled, enjoying his helplessness.

"Oh, but you will, boy. You're mine now. And you'll do as I say."

She tightened her grip on his chin, her other hand moving to his chest.

"Now, be a good pet and take off your shirt."

Ritsuka's heart hammered violently as she spoke. Torn between wanting to resist and the undeniable weight of her demand, he felt his hands shaking. Reluctantly, he began to undo his shirt buttons, avoiding her gaze, his cheeks burning with humiliation.

Ushiwakamaru watched, her smirk widening as he complied. She reveled in his humiliation, enjoying his submission to her whims.

"That's it, boy. Obey like a good pet. Show me your loyalty."

His shirt came undone, revealing his bare chest. She ran her hand over his skin, her touch cold and predatory.

Ritsuka shivered at her touch, the chill of her hand on his bare skin sending a wave of vulnerability coursing through him. He felt utterly exposed, standing there bare-chested and forced to submit to her every desire. He kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding her gaze as humiliation settled over him like a crushing weight.

Ushiwakamaru pushed him back toward the bed, her smirk unwavering.

"Now lie down, boy. I want to have a better look at my new pet."

His stomach churned, but he had no choice. He stumbled back, sitting on the edge of the bed. He could feel her gaze on him, a physical weight against his skin. Laying back, the sheets felt cold and unwelcoming; his body tensed, his mind a whirl of despair and humiliation.

Ushiwakamaru approached, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"That's it, boy. Lay there and obey. You're mine now. Do you understand that?"

She ran her hand over his chest again, her touch cold and dominating.

Ritsuka shivered under her touch, her words amplifying his sense of helplessness. He closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at her any longer. He hated himself for giving in, for being so weak, so completely dominated by her. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper.

"Y-Yes... I understand..."

Ushiwakamaru chuckled, satisfaction clear in her tone.

"Good boy. You're learning your place already."

She straddled him, pinning him down on the bed. He felt her weight pressing down on him as she leaned in, her face close to his.

"You belong to me now, boy. You're my pet. And I'll do with you as I please."

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Night descended upon the city of Uruk, and within his private chamber, Gilgamesh sat in expectant silence. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of an oil lamp casting flickering shadows across the walls. Seated on a sumptuous couch, a glass of wine in hand, he fixed his gaze on the door, eagerly awaiting her arrival.

A guard knocked and announced, "King Gilgamesh, your new concubine is here."

A sly smirk curled at the corners of Gilgamesh's lips. "Finally. Send her in."

As the door swung open, Mash entered, her head bowed, eyes downcast. She was adorned differently—now wearing a beaded bra top made from the finest silk, her golden midriff exposed, accentuated by a beaded hip belt and a flowing long skirt. A dark purple veil concealed most of her face, leaving only her eyes and forehead visible, while golden bracelets adorned her wrists, and her fingers glinted with delicate, thinly forged rings.

Gilgamesh drank in the sight of her, captivated by her beauty. The candlelight danced upon her bare skin, and the silk clung to her curves in a way that ignited his desire. The veil added an air of mystery, enhancing her exotic appeal. He relished her submissive demeanor, dressed specifically to please him, his eyes hungrily absorbing every detail. Taking another sip of wine, satisfaction washed over him.

"Ah, Mash. You look ravishing in your new attire."

He leaned back, his gaze unwavering as she stepped closer. "Come here; I want a better look at you."

The beads of her ensemble jingled softly as she approached and knelt before him, her head still bowed. Gilgamesh leaned forward, his eyes admiringly roving over her body.

"So obedient… and so beautiful…"

His fingers grazed the edge of her veiled face, his touch both light and possessive.

With a tone that dripped with amusement, he asked, "How do you like your new attire, concubine?"

Her voice was soft, tinged with resignation. "...I... like it very much, my king."

She couldn't deny the beauty of the garments, but the weight of her new role, the knowledge of her submission, made it feel more like a chain—a constant reminder of her position.

Gilgamesh chuckled, reveling in her compliance. He relished the sight of her kneeling before him, a prized possession, a trophy to be admired and used at his discretion.

"Of course, you do. Any concubine of mine deserves only the finest attire."

His hand glided from her veiled face to her bare midriff, tracing circles over her exposed skin, his touch possessive and entitled.

Mash shivered under his caress, her body responding despite her better judgment. She struggled to maintain neutrality in her voice, desperate to mask the conflicting emotions stirring within her—disgust, hopelessness, and, much to her shame, a growing heat of desire.

Gilgamesh smirked, letting his trousers drop to the ground, leaving him bare before her. "Now then... worship your king, concubine."

A flush crept across Mash's cheeks beneath the veil, a blend of embarrassment and submission coursing through her mind. But she had no choice; she had to obey. Trembling hands shifted downward as she moved closer, her voice soft. "...Yes, my king..."

Tentatively, she placed her hands on his thighs, her fingers quaking as they made contact with his bare skin. She felt small and defenseless, yet she knew she must comply. Leaning in, she lowered her head, her breath brushing against his exposed flesh.

Gilgamesh let out a quiet hiss, reveling in the sensation of her soft fingers on his skin. He gazed down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

"Good girl... worshipping your king like that. You're pleasing me, concubine."

A satisfied smile spread across his face. "What do you think? You find my body appealing, don't you? So much more muscular and manly than your pathetic former master."

Her face grew even warmer beneath the veil. She didn't want to answer, didn't want to admit he was right. Yet her body betrayed her; she ran her hands up his thighs, trailing her touch over his stomach, fingertips exploring his muscles.

"...Y-Yes... more... manly than my former master..."

Gilgamesh grinned triumphantly. "I knew it... I knew you found me attractive, my little concubine. Now, I want you to set aside your feelings for your former master and concentrate solely on your desire for me. That's all that matters now. Can you do that, my concubine?"

Mash closed her eyes, striving to suppress her conflicting emotions, focusing instead on his words and her physical response to him. Taking a shaky breath, her fingers continued to explore the contours of his torso.

"...I... I can... I will please you, my king..."

Gilgamesh chuckled triumphantly, enjoying the sight of her struggle as she slowly surrendered to his will. He reached out, gripping her chin through her veil.

"Good girl... acknowledging that you belong to me now. Your body... your mind... everything... it all belongs to me, concubine."

His words sent a shiver down Mash's spine. Deep down, she knew he was right—she was now his property, his to command as he wished. She fought to ignore the pang of loss, the heartache of being separated from her former master, but her body responded against her will, her touch growing more intense, her breath becoming heavier as her hands caressed him.

Gilgamesh let out a satisfied growl, reveling in her enthusiastic touch and her body's response to him. He tightened his grip on her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"That's it... lose yourself to me. Forget about him. I'm your king now. You belong to me. Say it."

Mash's eyes fluttered open, locking onto his through the veil. Her voice trembled as the words escaped her lips.

"...I... I belong to you... my king... only you..."

With that, Gilgamesh seized her head and pulled her closer, pressing her face against his flesh. He continued his actions as Mash gasped, feeling him push deeper, her throat responding to his force. She took him into her mouth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions—disgust mingling with a twisted satisfaction at pleasing him, her tongue wrapping around his tip as she slowly savored his taste.

He pushed into her until her tongue sent him over the edge, filling her mouth with his mana. Mash gulped it down, and despite the shame coursing through her, there was an undeniable pleasure in drinking his essence. She felt a rush of power and vitality surging through her, more potent than anything she'd experienced before.

As she swallowed the last remnants of his mana, her head spun, her breath coming in quick gasps. She couldn't deny the strength she felt from his essence filling her, the strange way it invigorated her, making her feel more alive.

Gilgamesh observed her with a satisfied smirk, noticing the effect his mana had on her. He reached down, gently cupping her veiled face in his hands.

"There's a good girl... taking my mana like that. You like the way it feels, don't you?"

Mash felt a pang of shame at his words, but she couldn't deny the truth; her body tingled with energy, a powerful force surging through her veins.

"...Yes, my king... I do..."

Gilgamesh chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness as he gazed at her.

"Good... you'll need that energy to please me tonight, concubine. I'm far from finished with you."

With that, he grabbed Mash and positioned her on the bed, straddling her as his hands roamed over her body—her belly, her hips, her chest, gently groping her.

"First, I will make your body and mind submit to me. But now, I will claim your heart as well, Mash Kyrielite."

Mash gasped as he maneuvered her onto the bed, her body lying beneath his. Despite the layers of her attire, his touch ignited a fire within her. His words echoed in her mind, a possessive promise.

"My... my heart...?"

She shivered under his caress, her body responding even as her mind raced with turmoil. Could she truly give her heart to him? Thoughts of her former master flitted through her mind, her loyalty, her feelings for him—but now, all of it felt distant, as if she had crossed an invisible boundary from which there was no return.

Gilgamesh's gaze darkened as he continued to explore her body, his touch growing more assertive.

"Yes, your heart... I want your devotion, your loyalty, your very soul, concubine. I will have you entirely, body and soul. By the time I'm done with you, you will forget you ever had a former master. You will be mine, body, mind, and heart."

Mash drew in a shaky breath, her heart racing as his hands roamed over her, the heat of his touch kindling a fire within her. She fought against the urge to resist, to cling to the memory of her former master, but the way he made her feel, the power he wielded over her, was overwhelming.

"I… I don't know if I can forget him… my former Master…"

Gilgamesh leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice a low and commanding whisper. "You will. I will ensure that any memory of him fades from your mind. You will remember only me—your new king, the one who can satisfy your every desire."

He moved his hands to her hips, his grip firm yet inviting as he drew her nearer, their bodies nearly touching. "You will come to want this, to crave my presence. You will yearn for my guidance. That I promise you, concubine."

Mash felt a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of fear and an undeniable allure. The thought of erasing her past filled her with dread, yet there was something in his touch—his words—that ignited a longing within her, awakening a desire she hadn't anticipated.

She shivered as he held her close, her body responding to the warmth of his touch, her mind grappling with the turmoil of her emotions. "I… I don't know… I'm scared… but you… you make me feel…"

Gilgamesh closed the distance, pressing his lips against hers. The sensation sent a surge of warmth through her, washing over her senses. As the kiss deepened, every rational thought dissolved, replaced by an instinctual response. Her lips parted in quiet surrender, drawn into the moment.

He pulled her closer, his hands possessively exploring her form. Mash felt herself melting into the kiss, a confusing blend of fear, shame, and a growing yearning.

Breaking the kiss, he remained close, his voice low and steady. "You feel it, don't you? That need blossoming within you? The urge to give yourself to me completely, concubine…"

Mash gasped, her breath shallow and rapid. The truth of his words rang clear. She felt her resistance faltering, her will bending beneath his dominance.

Looking up at him, her eyes filled with vulnerability, she admitted, "I… I do… but I don't want to forget him… I don't want to forget Ritsuka…"

At the mention of Ritsuka, Gilgamesh's grip tightened, his gaze darkening. "That name should never escape your lips again, concubine. You belong to me now. You will not speak of him or think of him. You are mine, body and soul."

Trembling under his fierce stare, she whispered, "I… I understand, my king… but it's hard… I can't just forget…"

His lips silenced her, capturing her in another intense kiss. The roughness of his embrace pulled her deeper into a place of longing, her will slipping away. He claimed her mouth, his presence enveloping her, igniting a fire she couldn't ignore.

With a mixture of passion and control, he kissed her deeply, and she found herself responding instinctively. Her body arched into him, inviting more of his touch, her mind gradually yielding to his influence.

As he trailed kisses along her neck, leaving his mark, Mash gasped at the intensity of the moment. "That's it, concubine. Give in to me. Let go of your ties to that boy. I will provide you with pleasures he never could."

Her head fell back, a soft sound escaping her lips as he explored her neck. His words, laced with promise, stirred a desire within her that was impossible to resist. She gripped his shoulders, seeking more, drawn to the sensation of his dominance.

"Oh… my king…"

Gilgamesh's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "You're beginning to understand your place. You are mine. Your body, your mind, your very soul are for me to command. And I will take great pleasure in it."

He shifted closer, his strength enveloping her. Despite feeling vulnerable, Mash found herself adapting to his touch, something exhilarating coursing through her.

"Ah… my king… you feel so… strong…"

Gilgamesh chuckled, the power of her words resonating with him. "Of course. I am a king, and you are my prized possession. A treasure for me to enjoy."

Mash gasped, a thrilling fear intertwining with her burgeoning desire. His grip was firm, almost painful, yet it sparked a thrill she had never experienced before. "But… please… be gentle…"

"Gentle?" he echoed, amusement threading through his tone. "But I don't do gentle. I take what I desire, and you are mine to explore."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Although she was torn between memories of Ritsuka and the intoxicating pull of Gilgamesh, the pleasure he elicited began to cloud her mind, making her past fade into the background.

Every movement, every touch, wove a spell over her, drawing her deeper into his world. She felt herself arching closer, as if instinctively seeking more of his warmth and presence.

"Please… my king… don't stop… more…"

Gilgamesh smirked, reveling in her surrender. Her compliance brought him joy; he was gaining exactly what he wanted. His hands tightened around her hips, drawing her against him with a force that left her breathless.

"You crave more, don't you? You need my touch, my power, don't you, concubine?"

Mash gasped, feeling the intensity of his presence wash over her. Her body responded to his assertive touch, and a haze of desire clouded her thoughts.

"Yes... I need it... I need more... please... my king... I'll do anything..."

Gilgamesh captured her lips in a fervent kiss, and as their mouths met, he released a surge of his mana into her. The sensation was overwhelming, a powerful force that mingled with her own essence, leaving her mind momentarily blank.

As his tongue explored hers, Mash found herself succumbing to him, instinctively matching his rhythm. Any lingering resistance began to fade away, replaced by a deepening need for his presence. She clutched at him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, arching closer to him, seeking more of the warmth and power he offered.

The pleasure he ignited within her drowned out everything else, erasing her thoughts and memories of Ritsuka. In that moment, she could think of nothing but the bliss he brought, each caress deepening her connection to him. It felt as if she were losing herself in the sensations he stirred within her.

Gilgamesh drew back slightly, surveying her with a satisfied grin. Mash lay there, panting, still tingling from his touch, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

"My king… that was… unlike anything I've ever felt before..."

He chuckled, his ego visibly swelling at her admission. "Of course, you haven't experienced this before, concubine. I am a king, and my abilities far surpass those of any mortal you've encountered. You are now mine, and I will ensure you experience pleasures beyond your imagination."

Despite the flutter of fear in her heart, Mash felt irresistibly drawn to him—his power, his presence, his promise of unimaginable delight. The last remnants of her hesitation began to slip away.

"Yes, my king… I am yours… body and soul..."

Gilgamesh's grin widened, his satisfaction growing at her complete submission. He gently cupped her face, stroking her cheek with surprising tenderness. "Good girl. You're beginning to understand your role as my concubine. You exist to serve and obey me. And to do what is expected of every woman."

Mash trembled at his words, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her. "What… what is expected of every woman, my king?"

He looked down at her intently. "What does a king need to secure the future of his realm?"

Mash paused, her mind still clouded with desire as she pondered his question. Then realization dawned, and heat rushed to her cheeks. "A… an heir, my king. A king needs… an heir."

Gilgamesh's smirk widened at her submission. Hearing those words from her lips filled him with satisfaction. "Precisely. As my concubine, it is your duty to provide me with heirs. You will carry the seed of a king within you."

A mix of fear and exhilaration washed over her as she processed his words. The prospect of bearing his children was both awe-inspiring and daunting. "Yes, my king… I understand… it is my duty to… bear your children..."

He smiled at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Do you feel capable of this, my concubine?"

Mash met his gaze, a blend of determination and trepidation in her eyes. She knew there was no turning back; obeying him was her new reality. "Yes, my king… I… I will bear your children… for you."

Gilgamesh's grin turned predatory as he straddled her. "Then let's begin making heirs now, my lovely concubine."

Her breath caught at his words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through her. "Now, my king? So soon...?"

He nodded, his expression serious. "Yes… this is the final step. To prove your unwavering loyalty to me and to forsake your past life."

Mash's heart ached at his proclamation, the remnants of her former life battling with the all-consuming desire she felt for him. She couldn't deny it; she belonged to him, body and soul.

"Yes, my king… I will prove my loyalty to you… I will forget my past life..."

Gilgamesh's smirk widened, reveling in her submission and her promise to bear his children. Leaning close, he whispered in a low, seductive tone. "Good girl. You are now completely mine. There is no going back—your life is now to be my concubine, bearing my children, fulfilling my every desire."

Mash trembled beneath him, quivering at his possessive words. She could feel his breath against her skin, stoking the fires of her newfound longing.

"I am… I am yours, my king… completely and utterly… I will bear your children… and serve you… in every way you desire."

With that, Gilgamesh sealed her lips in a fervent kiss. Mash melted into the embrace, her eyes closing as she surrendered to him completely. The taste of him overpowered her senses, and she let herself be claimed, every vestige of resistance shattering under the weight of their connection.

"Ah… my king..."

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Four months later. Ushiwakamaru had bent Ritsuka to her will, turning him into her obedient thrall. By day, he toiled in the fields alongside the other slaves, and by night, he was compelled to surrender his mana to her.

His existence had devolved into a monotonous cycle of drudgery and suffering. Ushiwakamaru's control over him was nearly absolute; she wielded his mind and body as she pleased. Ritsuka dreaded the nights, when she would come for him, her eyes alight with a sadistic fire as she took what she wanted.

Both his body and mind were weary and empty, utterly spent after each encounter with Ushiwakamaru. No longer the strong, determined Master he once was, Ritsuka had become a mere shell, a vessel for her to drain and exploit.

The other slaves regarded him with a mix of pity and fear, fully aware of what transpired each night. Yet none dared to assist him; they were all under Ushiwakamaru's dominion as well.

Ritsuka clung to the memories of the past, recalling the comrades he had fought beside and the hope he once held. However, the relentless drain on his mana, coupled with the exhaustion from his labor and her nightly assaults, wore him down, each day eroding his resistance further.

By nightfall, when Ushiwakamaru sought him, he was too weak to resist. His body responded to her touch, and his weary mind succumbed to her desires. In return, he received her mockery and disdain, as she reveled in her power over him.

He was a mere husk of his former self—mind empty, spirit broken. Thoughts of escape or rebellion felt like distant dreams; his body and soul were irrevocably hers.

One evening, as Ushiwakamaru prepared for her nightly ritual with Ritsuka, a knock echoed at the door.

She paused, narrowing her eyes at the interruption, and gestured for one of the slaves to answer it.

The door creaked open to reveal a guard. "Apologies for the intrusion, Ushiwakamaru-dono, but the King requests everyone's presence in his throne room tomorrow. He has an important announcement to make."

Ushiwakamaru's eyes brightened at the news. A summons from the king? This was intriguing.

"I understand. We will all be present at the appointed time."

The guard nodded and departed, leaving the door to thud shut behind him.

Ushiwakamaru looked down at Ritsuka, a cruel smile spreading across her face. She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear as she whispered in a low, dangerous tone.

"You hear that, little slave? The king has an announcement. Tomorrow, we shall all find out what it is. Let's prepare, shall we?"

Ritsuka's heart trembled at her words, recognizing that whatever this announcement might be, it would likely bode ill for him and the others. He merely nodded in response, too weary and defeated to protest or speak out.

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The next day, the throne room brimmed with the citizens of Uruk, a palpable mix of excitement and anxiety in the air. Whispers flitted through the crowd, speculating about the king's impending announcement.

At the front of the room, Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, flanked by his generals and advisors. His gaze was cool and aloof as he surveyed the assembled crowd, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Silence fell as he raised a hand to signal for quiet. Every eye in the room was fixed on the king, eagerly awaiting the news he was about to share.

Gilgamesh's voice rang out, loud and firm. "My dear subjects, I bring great news that will secure Uruk's future."

Ritsuka stood beside Ushiwakamaru, who held him firmly in place with a chain around his collar.

Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd at Gilgamesh's words. Anticipation rippled through the room as everyone leaned forward to hear his announcement.

Ushiwakamaru tugged at Ritsuka's chain, pulling him closer to her. A satisfied smile graced her face as she savored her control over him.

Ritsuka stood silently, feeling the heavy weight of the collar around his neck and the cold chain connecting him to Ushiwakamaru. His mind was still clouded and weak from the constant draining each night, leaving him with no strength to resist her possessive grip.

Gilgamesh waited for the murmurs to subside before continuing, his voice slicing through the silence. "I have decided to take a bride—a queen to rule by my side and bear a child to continue the royal lineage of Uruk."

The room erupted in gasps and excited chatter at Gilgamesh's announcement. The news of the king's intention to take a bride was monumental and stirred palpable excitement among the citizens.

Ushiwakamaru tightened her grip on Ritsuka's chain, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed Gilgamesh's words. She understood the implications all too well, and a sense of ownership surged within her as a result.

Still dazed and weary from his nightly drains, Ritsuka remained unresponsive, his eyes dull and shoulders slumped. The excited chatter around him went unnoticed, his mind too foggy to comprehend the magnitude of the moment.

From the side of the room, Mash approached the king, dressed in elegant oriental attire—a bra, a fitted hip belt, and a flowing silk skirt. Her face was unobscured, adorned with golden bracelets on her wrists and simple gold rings on each finger. She smiled brightly as she stepped in front of Gilgamesh, surveying the citizens.

Silence fell as everyone turned to gaze at the newcomer. Their eyes widened in surprise and delight at the sight of Mash in her revealing outfit, her beautiful face fully on display.

Ushiwakamaru's grip on Ritsuka's chain tightened further, her distaste for Mash palpable.

Gilgamesh beamed as Mash took her place beside him, his eyes appraising her form appreciatively. He stood and placed a possessive hand on her hip, drawing her closer.

"This is my bride-to-be, Mash Kyrielite, and the mother of my heirs." He gently stroked her belly, and the citizens of Uruk, including Ushiwakamaru and Ritsuka, noticed a slight bulge beneath her garments.

Ushiwakamaru's eyes widened at the sight of Mash's subtle bump. The realization that Mash was pregnant with Gilgamesh's child filled her with shock and disbelief.

Ritsuka, previously lost in a haze, suddenly snapped to attention at the sight of Mash's condition. His eyes widened as realization dawned upon him.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room as the citizens of Uruk processed the revelation of Mash's pregnancy. Whispers circulated as they tried to grasp the implications of the news. Gilgamesh smiled smugly, clearly proud of his achievement and the fact that he had gotten Mash pregnant.

Mash blushed slightly under the scrutiny, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride as she adjusted to her new role as Gilgamesh's bride-to-be. The knowledge that she was carrying his child filled her with both joy and trepidation.

Ushiwakamaru's gaze darkened as she watched Mash and Gilgamesh. The sight of Mash with child ignited a renewed sense of hatred and anger within her. She understood the implications: Gilgamesh had claimed Mash, body and soul, and she was now bearing his heirs.

Ritsuka tensed as Ushiwakamaru leaned closer, her smirk sending a chill down his spine. He was all too aware of her sadistic nature and dreaded whatever she had in store for him.

In a quiet, dangerous tone, Ushiwakamaru whispered, "Looks like our king has a new favorite, doesn't he? How does it feel to know that Mash is now his bride-to-be, carrying his child?"

A pang of jealousy and despair pierced Ritsuka at her words. He struggled against his chains, but his weak, weary body wouldn't budge. Helplessness engulfed him, and the thought of Mash being so irrevocably claimed by Gilgamesh filled him with bitterness and pain.

Ushiwakamaru's smirk widened as she reveled in Ritsuka's anguish, delighting in his suffering as his despair deepened. The knowledge of Mash's pregnancy only heightened her satisfaction.

Suddenly, Gilgamesh's voice resonated through the room, loud and commanding. "Now, let us celebrate this joyous occasion! A feast will be held in honor of my bride-to-be and in anticipation of the future heir of Uruk!"

Cheers erupted from the citizens at Gilgamesh's proclamation, their excitement and anticipation soaring. A feast was always a cause for celebration, and the prospect of a future heir made the occasion even more jubilant. Even Mash, still blushing, couldn't help but smile at the thought of a grand feast.

Seizing the moment, Ushiwakamaru leaned in closer to Ritsuka again, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "It seems they're all celebrating for Mash. Meanwhile, where does that leave you? Trapped in chains, weak and powerless, while she basks in honor and praise. You're nothing beside her now."

A sharp pain gripped Ritsuka's heart at her words. He knew she was right, and the thought of being a mere shadow while Mash shone so brightly was excruciating. But he felt the chains around his body and mind tighten, reinforcing his helplessness.

---

As the years passed, Uruk thrived under the reign of Gilgamesh and Mash. The kingdom grew in power and prosperity, the citizens content under their wise king's rule. But for Ritsuka, the days blurred into a monotonous haze, filled with relentless work and the agony of being drained by Ushiwakamaru's nightly "activities." He felt utterly powerless, his mind and body in constant torment.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh and Mash lived in luxury, their love flourishing. The people adored Mash as the future queen, her gentle nature and kind heart endearing her to all of Uruk.

For Ritsuka, however, he was never far from Ushiwakamaru's sight. His days were spent as her plaything and servant, as she took sadistic pleasure in tormenting him, constantly reminding him of his worthlessness compared to Mash and Gilgamesh's happiness. Each night, Ushiwakamaru drained Ritsuka of his mana and energy, and with each session, his will and spirit waned.

While the world outside Uruk descended into chaos, life within its walls continued as usual. Gilgamesh and Mash grew stronger, the citizens prospered, and Ritsuka remained trapped in an endless cycle of despair and torment under Ushiwakamaru's heel.

As the years wore on, Ritsuka's mind and body deteriorated further. He became a mere husk of his former self, his eyes dull and lifeless, his body frail from constant draining, and his spirit shattered beyond measure.

Throughout it all, the only thing that kept Ritsuka going was the fading memory of those he had left behind—the people he had fought alongside in Chaldea. But even those memories began to slip away, overshadowed by the relentless torment and pain of his current existence.

Then one day, Ritsuka felt his consciousness ebbing away, his senses dulling as the world faded to black. His body crumpled to the ground, finally liberated from the endless torment of Ushiwakamaru and the despair that had enveloped his life.

---

Ritsuka awoke in a dim, underground cave illuminated by flickering light blue flames. Before him sat a young woman adorned in a dark dress, a flowing red cape, and golden accessories, including earrings and a spine-like tie. Her blonde hair was styled into twin tails, secured with red ribbons, and her piercing red eyes gazed intently at him. He realized he was confined within a small birdcage.

Disoriented and confused by his new surroundings, Ritsuka sat up, blinking to adjust to the low light as he took in the sight of the young woman before him. He tried to speak, but his throat felt dry and his voice cracked. Glancing around at the cage that imprisoned him, his mind struggled to comprehend the situation.

The young woman remained silent for a moment, her red eyes studying him closely. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft yet firm.

"So, you're finally awake, huh? Welcome to my garden, little bird."

Ritsuka's eyes widened at the name she used. He struggled to find his voice again, feeling a bit stronger this time.

"Who… who are you? Where am I?"

"Me? I'm Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld... and this," she gestured to the cavern around them, "is my garden—a place where I keep all sorts of lost souls. Souls like you."

Ritsuka's heart raced as the implications of her words sank in. He was in the underworld, facing the goddess herself. Confusion and fear swirled in his mind.

"I... I don't understand. Why am I here? What do you want from me?"

Ereshkigal chuckled softly, amusement flickering in her gaze as she rose from her seat and approached the cage.

"You have a strong soul, I can tell. A soul that I can use in my garden as part of my collection. You're here because you died, little bird."

Despair washed over Ritsuka as he absorbed her words. He had died, but instead of finding peace or oblivion, he was trapped in the underworld, destined to be a part of Ereshkigal's 'collection.' He struggled against the bars of his cage, desperation rising within him.

"No... no, please. I don't want this! Let me go!"

Ereshkigal laughed again, clearly entertained by his frantic behavior. She circled the cage, appraising him like a specimen.

"Oh, but you have no choice, little bird. You're already dead, and this is your new home. My garden needs nourishment, and you're the perfect addition."

"Unless you help me and my allies," she added, her tone shifting.

That gave Ritsuka pause. He stopped struggling for a moment, looking up at her, curiosity piqued.

"Help you...? How?"

Ereshkigal smirked. "I know exactly who you are, Ritsuka Fujimaru. The last Master of humanity. Unfortunately, your mission was a failure. The world has fallen to ruin."

Hearing her words made Ritsuka's heart sink. She knew of his identity and his failure. The weight of that reminder pressed down on him, but he pushed those feelings aside and focused on her proposition.

"So... you know who I am. What do you want me to do?"

Ereshkigal's smile was sly. "Don't you want to set things right? You can't save humanity in your timeline, but you can rewrite human history from here on out. You are in the age of gods, a time when civilization was still young."

Ritsuka listened intently, a flicker of hope igniting within him. Rewriting history... he could do that, couldn't he? Yet something felt off.

"Why would you help me, though? You're the goddess of the underworld. What's in it for you?"

Ereshkigal's smile widened. "I... no, we want the Holy Grail for ourselves. And we want to rid ourselves of Uruk and Gilgamesh."

Ritsuka's eyes widened again. The Holy Grail? Uruk and Gilgamesh as the enemies? The possibilities raced through his mind, but he still couldn't see the whole picture.

"The Holy Grail... why do you need that?"

Ereshkigal chuckled. "It's a divine artifact that shouldn't be in mortal hands. Besides, Gilgamesh has always been a thorn in the side of the gods. We want to put that arrogant brat in his place."

Ritsuka nodded, understanding dawning on him. The Holy Grail and Gilgamesh were significant targets, and the gods wanted them gone. But he still had questions.

"Alright, I understand. But how do I fit into this? What do you want me to do?"

Ereshkigal smiled. "We want you to make a contract with us, the Three Goddess Alliance, and supply us with the mana we need."

Ritsuka contemplated her words. A contract with the Three Goddess Alliance... and providing them with mana seemed possible. Yet, he sensed a catch.

"And what do I get in return?"

Ereshkigal smirked mischievously. "Revenge."

Ritsuka's heart raced at the prospect. Revenge—something he deeply craved against Ushiwakamaru and Gilgamesh, who had tormented him for so long. It was a tempting offer.

"Revenge... you're serious?"

Ereshkigal nodded, her smirk growing wider. "Quite serious. You supply us with mana, and we'll help you seek your revenge. We need that Holy Grail, and your mana is a fair price, considering the circumstances."

Ritsuka pondered her proposition. Revenge in exchange for mana seemed like a solid deal, but he needed to be certain.

"How much mana do you need?"

Ereshkigal licked her lips. "As much as you have. We all must give our best if we want to take down Gilgamesh."

Ritsuka swallowed hard at her answer. All the mana he possessed... that was a lot. Yet the promise of revenge was too alluring to resist.

"Alright... I agree. I'll make a contract with you and provide as much mana as I can."

Ereshkigal grinned and snapped her fingers. The birdcage opened, and Ritsuka's soul expanded until it was as tall as his human form.

He stood there, a bit disoriented, but the prospect of revenge pushed everything else aside.

"What... what now?"

Ereshkigal smiled and approached him, tearing open her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground along with her cape. She stood before him, radiant and resolute. "Now we'll establish our contract, Master..." she said with a sickly sweet tone.

Ritsuka watched, caught off guard as Ereshkigal removed her garments, revealing her bare body. Despite the shock, he couldn't deny her beauty. But then her words truly registered, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Master...? You're... calling me that?"

Ereshkigal giggled, tucking a hand under his chin. "Isn't that how a Master and Servant address each other?"

His heart raced at her words, her hand warm beneath his chin. He was accustomed to being called 'Master' from his time in Chaldea, but something about this felt different—more intimate. He struggled to find the right words.

"It... it is, yes. But... this is rather unexpected..."

Ereshkigal chuckled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her bare body pressed against him, and he fought to maintain his composure, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. Was this part of the contract?

She leaned closer, whispering into his ear. "It's okay now, Master. I am here. Let go of your fears, your pain... your past regrets. Let go of her. She made her choice and betrayed you. Together, we can fix this. You can take revenge on them, by my side..."

Ereshkigal's words struck him like a blow to the gut. She knew about Mash—about his situation with her. The pain and memories rushed back, igniting his anger. Yet, her voice was soothing, as if she truly understood his plight.

"I can... I can fix everything... by your side..." he repeated, his voice a mix of bitterness and hope.

Ereshkigal smiled warmly, pleased by his acceptance. She caressed his cheek, her touch unexpectedly tender.

"Yes, Master. By my side, you can change everything. Take control... take revenge. Let your anger fuel you, and let me help you channel it."

Something stirred within him. Her words resonated deeply, and his anger toward Mash and the others began to bubble to the surface. Leaning into her touch, he savored her warmth against his skin.

"Help me... channel my anger..." he echoed, his voice low and determined.

Ereshkigal let out a satisfied hum, her fingers tracing lines down his neck and across his chest.

"Yes... let it flow through you... let it empower you."

She leaned closer, her lips hovering near his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Just let go... and I will do the rest."

Ritsuka felt his heart racing, his senses overwhelmed by her presence. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the feelings and allowing her words and touch to guide him. His body was tense, but he tried to relax, getting lost in the moment.

"Alright... I'm... I'm all yours..."

Ereshkigal's smile widened, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She was in complete control now. Leaning forward, she captured his lips in a fervent kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she pulled him closer.

In exchange for his loyalty and mana, Ereshkigal promised aid and support in Ritsuka's quest for revenge. The contract had been formed, and there was no turning back now.

As the unholy alliance solidified, Ritsuka felt a tumultuous mix of emotions. The desire for revenge consumed him, filling his heart with anger and bitterness. But beneath it all, he felt like a puppet, strings being pulled by the seductive and manipulative Ereshkigal.

And thus, Ritsuka's fate took a new course. No longer was he the struggling Master of humanity; he had become a pawn in the hands of the Three Goddess Alliance. The promise of revenge had tempted him, lured him down a dark path, all in the name of vengeance against Ushiwakamaru and Gilgamesh.