A Special Non-Canon Omake!
Lugul
NEVADA, 23:37hrs
A soft and kind enough knock was heard on the door. With grace fitting to that of a chieftain's daughter, or to more Western terms, one of royalty specifically a princess, the sovereign and current Starchild of the once native residents of this Nevada sauntered towards the door in controlled strides. The current dress she wore, while something that she was used to, was not something she preferred compared to the traditional wear that her ancestors championed. Still, it held a sense of authority and a feeling of beauty that fit more to modern standards.
Not that she liked modern standards, but it was a pretty enough dress she reckoned.
Pretty enough that it would urge respect out of anyone who saw her.
Reaching for the doorknob, she started hearing the clicking of the mechanisms deep inside while the murmuring of the people who knocked on the door entered her senses. Their conversations were mostly useless to her, but she now had a small advantage in the fact that she heard the mention of police, and 'backup'. Frowning slightly, while she didn't care about this prestigious hotel that now stood atop the burial grounds of her forefathers long ago, she also didn't want to endanger the two volunteers from her people who aided her to this setting.
The others in the building, however? She cared less for their presence.
Nor the people that she was about to meet.
Law enforcement or not… heroes or not…
She couldn't care less of their lives because she was loyal currently both to her own people, and one King that she decided to follow with utmost respect and service.
The only question now would be, how much would the Great King care to humor these people whether by blood or words? Either way, it would be a massacre, that she was sure of.
"Oh… isn't it a bit late young lady?" the confident voice of the man before her said as she opened the door. Wearing such a ridiculous costume, she thought of him in a poor light already. Ridiculous as his Majesty maybe with all the Gold, he wore it with a fierce sense of authority and authenticity that was sorely lost when compared to this blonde whelp.
Even with his charisma and boastful gait, they were all… shallow to her eyes.
It was very clear to her, actually. How deep that sort of issue was within this man. For young as she might be, her mind and soul had been trained for generations to be the perfect tool. The perfect vessel for her tribe's hopes and dreams. She understood quite a lot about the world, more so compared to most adults, even within her own tribesmen, and from what more she learned from his Majesty, her intuition on the subject might be a lot more accurate than some may think.
"Greetings. I do not believe His Majesty is expecting anyone tonight."
The man suddenly laughed at how serious she was with her words, but he quickly stopped when he noticed that she continued to stare at her in a deadpan manner. His smile remained, but while he looked irritated, he didn't seem to want to appear antagonistic.
At least for now.
The glint in his eyes, however, seemed to heavily imply that he would still view her as someone who did not earn his respect. Not that she wanted it in the first place.
"Feisty little girl huh? But yes, young lady… appointment or not, I am here to meet him."
"His Majesty again, is not expecting anyone tonight nor does he wish to meet anyone at this hour. Doing so might perhaps incur his ire."
"And I will reiterate again, that I am here to meet him. Regardless of what he feels."
She knew that she was just here to stall him. To defer him to stop going down this foolish path so that the night would end in a relatively peaceful sense, but she supposed that idiots are just a reality in the modern world. More so with egos as large as this person had.
"On what grounds should I accept your proposition if I may ask humbly, sir?"
That got him to blink at least. The blonde man did not expect her solid ground at facing him off despite his perceived immense disparity of power between them. To her however, even knowing how much power this fool wielded, her immense willpower to see through her purpose was something that even the great King had acknowledged, and this fool was nowhere near him in her eyes. Nor anyone else for that matter.
"I like that about you girlie…. but as it stands, it's out of my hands. Official business you see, from proper authorities and all. Unless you wish to read the warrant, I possess here?" he gestured with a snap of his fingers as a man behind him, similarly clothed in those ridiculous costumes handed him a piece of paper.
He even respectfully handed it to her without much fanfare.
"Unless you're going to want more proof of course of how serious, the circumstances are with your… handler. Or is it master?" the man taunted with a grin behind his feral wolf-like emotion behind it as if viewing her like she was defenseless prey.
The people behind him, however, especially the woman, looked disturbed at the implication that she was a slave of all things.
She was no person's slave. Merely a servant to one who deserves it, and that she was sure about.
Even before taking the piece of parchment into her hands, she quickly surmised that it was acceptable, especially with the connection she had with her Majesty, who urged her non-verbally to let them in, at their own peril.
"This is sufficient. Though be warned, good sir. His Majesty is not pleased by this, and I can only give you a respectful nod for good luck, for whatever happens tonight."
"Sure… I know for a fact that we'll all be friends. Isn't that right guys?" he said as he looked back at his teammates, much to her indifference. "But what about you, young lady… you doing alright?"
"Yes… and no, I do not wish to humor your questions more. His Majesty is waiting and is already disappointed at your brethren ruining his night."
"Don't worry, we'll make sure that it'll be worth his time." He said as she gestured them in. All four of them as they looked around at the sufficiently luxurious hotel room. One that even her Majesty himself deemed 'acceptable' despite wishing for something more.
The fools were already surveying the room as a helicopter flew near the open glass windows that overlooked the city below them as she watched them look around. The blonde fool's ridiculous cape flowed behind him as he transfixed himself towards a trinket placed at the table next to the fireplace.
"Now this looks interesting. A bit morbid, but interesting." He said as he picked it up.
It was a beautiful-looking skull, now oriented with precious jewels and decorations that her people used in ceremonies of the… more occult kind. Even the blue candle that stuck atop its skull cap produced a peculiar scent from the incense mixed within it.
She dared not tell them yet of its nature.
But despite not feeling emotions normally as regular humans would, she found it ironic how the man was transfixed at the trinket in his hands. The other two fools, the one in the strange fish-like garb and the woman, wearing a false warrior's attire had their own focuses as their leader continued to look at the trinket in his hands.
The false warrior woman focused more on her in this instance.
A look of pity, concern, and hidden anger at what she may perceive to be a morally unjustified subservience to His Majesty. She would not humor that line of thought, nor would she ever as she continued to emit a careless, deadpan stare of pity against her and the rest of them.
The fish man, on the other hand, was just as uninteresting as his whole costume was. He did not stand out at all and may have been mostly a goon in the service of his leader. Filling a quota that didn't amount to anything.
"We must not doddle any further…" she proclaimed as the three looked at her.
"Right. Punctual little lady huh?" the blonde idiot said as he looked at his comrades. "You both can learn a thing or two from her because an attitude like that means business."
The fish man looked away in shame or guilt, and the false warrior woman scoffed while their leader smiled all too plain with that asinine personality.
"And being punctual gets things done, am I right little lady?" he said, gesturing to her.
She didn't bother to respond to that, instead sighing as she felt His Majesty urge them to come to the bedroom where he currently resided.
"…again, you are to be received by his Majesty, as he so graciously allowed, and all he expects is for you to respect and honor his presence. If you value, the peace of this building and the people within it that we are currently in," she warned with all possible gravity within her voice as the three stared at her.
Their leader, the idiot then burst into a small laugh.
If she could feel anger like a normal person would, one of the curses that her ancestors fostered was ready between her fingertips. The disrespect still hit a nerve, but she held it all back when she felt His Majesty tug at their mental connection. Urging her to be more patient lest she disrespect Him too.
"That's adorable little lady… but again, we're on official business and I'm afraid whatever bozo that's gotten you… roped in whatever this is, doesn't have the authority to stop us." He carelessly said while the false warrior woman behind him shook her head with a disappointed sigh.
"Much as I disagree with how he's dealing with this so far…" the woman started as she walked closer to her, hoping to be approachable.
"Oh, don't be a drama queen Maeve." The man interjected.
"…are you alright sweetie? If you're in danger, just know that we're here and everything's going to be alright." She reassured.
"Yeah, and I think it's best that you join the others down the lobby with the good men of Snowfield's PD just to be safe." The blonde man added as she continued to stare in an uninterested manner at them, much to the pain of the warrior woman.
"I will lead you to his Majesty for we have wasted enough time already." She said firmly as she started walking away, not caring if the three would follow her as she pointed her finger at the closed doors of the immaculate and expensive bedroom flanked by Roman-like columns designed by its sides. It was fittingly royal enough as the doors slowly opened through a small, nearly silent command from her lips like the grand gesture his Majesty deserved.
The moment they did, the skeptical, almost joking field of emotions the trio behind her had earlier was immediately changed into something more serious. For the aura alone that His Majesty exuded, while perched gracefully on the magnificently red and golden-laced mattress in a position that demanded respect from sight alone.
Impassive, bored, and completely irritated, his Majesty balanced a fleeting set of emotions that both showed enough of his ire against his guests, while keeping most of his other feelings back to keep them on their toes.
Clouded with a thick aura of sheer magnitude and presence that anyone that so much as came near felt themselves sweating in a subtle form of intimidation. Being that they were just humans, tainted by powers that they did not understand themselves, their defenses were left painfully inept. Their pride was gone the moment they stepped into the room, and what energy or assured perception of superiority died just from the sight of His Majesty.
There he sat, completely bare, not even in his armor, nor in clothing, holding a glass of expensive wine that seemed ill-suited still to his status while a disappointed frown marred his face. The golden color of his hair as well as the unblemished, perfectly handsome face demanded a sense of respect that far outweighed anyone in the room.
Legs crossed, the very first prominent 'Hero' of humanity allowed the draping ruby-colored cloth of the luxurious blanket to frame his upper body while the temperature and flow of the air around the room mirrored his frosty and steel-laced resolve that nobody could hope to trample.
Even as 'disheveled' as he was after a night being pleasured by two of her own people's most beautiful tribeswomen, (who now stood guard with equally steely resolves, holding spears on both corners of the room) the King of Heroes looked regal still, and a force to be reckoned even just through a heavy and ponderous gaze of judgment.
The gravity of the image itself, without the aura he exuded told volumes of how he felt for his own safety. More so when there was barely a pinch of pity for his guest's own safety.
He allows himself to appear vulnerable, yet he still retains and even consolidates his superiority in this confrontation through simple bodily stance and psychology.
Even she was still having difficulty trying to understand her King as she walked close enough to his side and faced their intruders. Their faces were laced with different sets of emotions compared to before, but one specific emotion stood above all…
"You stand before His Majesty, Gilgamesh of Uruk, King of Heroes."
… uncertainty.
"And I, Tiné Chelc, his retainer, sovereign of the original owners of this land and Starchild of my people." She said with full confidence and pride as her eyes narrowed. "Speak plainly, this warrant and issue you hold, lest you all lose your heads."
King Gilgamesh's eyes swept through them.
It had been a good solid two minutes since her proclamation as their intruders were now laid silent from the sheer excess of the King's aura filling the room. There stood an entity that just from the senses and instincts of a shrewd animal would cause them to run away and flee in terror.
The level of intimidation caused them to feel uneasy and uncomfortable that even their 'strongest' champion was no longer his fake, jovial self.
Tine found it humorous if she could laugh, but sadly she couldn't.
The silence even annoyed the great King so much that with a silent glare, Tine was urged to force them to speak.
"Do not waste His Majesty's time by being silent. Speak your case or be removed." She threatened, not even bothering to specify what 'removed' meant as the three stiffened. The false warrior woman was the most disturbed by this entire venture.
What thoughts wrangled that petulant and inept mind over what was happening bothered her to an extreme degree. Especially with how her two tribeswomen carried themselves despite their unwavering dedication to the King at the current moment.
The fish man looked like he wanted to jump through the glass windows and leave due to fear. Which was expected from him.
Most interesting of all, was the blonde idiot, who looked positively overruled for the first time in his life. His emotions ranged from disbelief, shock, and best of all fear as if the idea and concept itself of seeing someone far, far superior to himself was an impossibility.
But it was real, and even he could feel it.
Most surprising of all, however, was that he was the first to get his focus back as he took a step forward and tried his best to maintain his cocky smile. Even if it faltered by the seams.
"You must be the Golden Man that single-handedly caused that light show outside of the city a few hours back. I'm both glad and respectfully impressed to meet you personally."
Tine saw His Majesty's lips curl at the edges as he lightly shook his glass of wine.
"… sadly, I hope it was on better terms that we meet as equals, face to face. But I have my own orders tonight, and I'm afraid it involves you and this entire thing you have here." He said, with some strain in his words, albeit small enough that his façade of still being his cocky self held enough to be convincing.
Even if barely.
Tine turned her head to his Majesty, hoping to know his response, or if need be, she would speak on his behalf, but with just the action of sipping the wine glass empty and placing it on the tray next to the bed, he made a statement enough that he was one to deal with this.
And from the judgmental silent gaze that he had swept through this poor retinue, seeing how they reacted to his Majesty's voice made them all stiffen again.
"You are not the first few fools to consider approaching me, hoping to 'correct' my ways."
King Gilgamesh licks his lips slowly in a casual, disrespectful sense to wipe the last of the taste of the wine on his person. The matter of how wholly uninterested and fearless he had been made the three both wince in anger but also in concern.
"The difference now, I believe is now it is my turn to ask why I should bother hearing your words over this. When I can simply take what I want, do what I want… and decide what form of action I would take to you and your disappointing ilk."
"Disappointing?!" the false warrior woman said, surprising even herself that she had the energy to be defiant. But it was quickly routed out when his stare went over to her.
"Yes. Disappointing. Far be it for me to describe what this world now calls as 'heroes'."
"And why is that?" the blonde idiot asked, actually curious to hear his Majesty's opinion.
"Oh? Do you wish for me to elaborate? Because if the bar of intelligence is as poor as it is, how can someone such as I, alleviate you of this this matter in some form?"
A pin drop could be heard from the silence that followed. Tine watched as the three became stunned, almost unexpectedly from their perspective as those words, assured and honeyed with complete and utter power caused them to freeze in place.
His Majesty simply whisked their feelings away, as if it was just an ordinary, useless thing as he stood up. His unafraid and casual stance once again rendered them speechless as he took a step forward. Just enough to be close, but far away enough to make it seem, psychologically, how far the gulf between them was both in prowess and literal stature.
And most affected of all between all three of them was the blonde idiot.
Who was fuming, internally, but due to the oppressive aura that he and most of the room had not felt from anyone alive that day and age, caused him to keep his fury back. Even if part of him was wholly uncertain and unsure, instinctually, of what the result would be should he pursue violence.
In fact, most of his turmoil was with how his body mentally and physically seemed to coil in fear of the notion of doing anything violent at this moment. A feeling that he would never expect in the entirety of his existence.
Admirably, however, the man managed to cross his arms, giving off a flimsy image of sizing up the King of Uruk as if he could keep it up. Even the smile was strained to Tine's eyes.
"You must think you're pretty special huh? Sitting there and lavishly living like a king. In this day and age no less, as if the world doesn't concern you. But I know what you're doing."
"Oh? Educate me then, if that is what you wish… but do know that I don't take advice from a pack mule that only knows how to eat, sleep, and excrete waste like an animal that it is."
Tine watched as the man tried his damnest to ignore the remark as he kept his smile. Though his eyes twitched from the disrespectful set of words thrown at him as the King, not even that amused with the effect of his insults (he looked bored if anything) allowed him to speak.
"Fancy digs… but it's all just posturing. This little operation you have here, the loyalty from that little girl… is all a show. A guy like you? Acting like he's untouchable? I couldn't care less if you think you're king of the world, you're all no different than any other person with power in his hands thinking they could take me."
Tine felt her two tribeswomen tense up as they held their weapons. The King, on the other hand, tilted his head as he took another step forward, still unimpressed.
"And you are a man strung along by fleeting adoration, from the masses that are as equally useless as he is." His Majesty said as the tension rose to another level. Tine saw the man's eyes glow partially, but the King was unperturbed, he even walked towards the wine bottle, filling his glass again as he looked at the visibly bristling fool.
"Oh, you're good. Be thankful that I'm… in a considerably good enough mood or I would have snapped your head off like a twig at this very moment… but… I'm feeling merciful." He arrogantly said as he too, took a step forward as his comrades took a step back in worry for any possible escalation. The false warrior woman even looked at her as if thinking how to save her, while the fish man was now cowering in the corner.
She and her fellow tribeswomen remained resolute. Full trust in their current leader.
He even stepped forward again, defying the metaphorical gulf His Majesty created between them only to stop just enough to make his own point.
At this time, Tine was unsure as to why his Majesty had yet to act upon this insult, but it was clear that he was up to something…
"You want to know why?" the man emphasized.
"Do tell." His Majesty dared. Voice neutral and unconvinced.
"I've faced Gods. People who think of them as such! Armies unlike anything you can imagine. Governments cower under any move I make, weapons crumble as they touch my skin and any word I say is the tru-
THRUD!
It was far too fast to even see. Far too abrupt and far too powerful for anyone to intervene as the blonde idiot was felled, with his being brought low onto the floor, as an elegant golden spear was now embedded in a slanted position on both his arms.
The suddenness of it all didn't even register at first to the blonde fool until his own shock and the blood trickling down the floor caused him to kneel in place. Pain finally filled his senses as he started breathing heavily, but before he could even scream in pain his Majesty glanced at Tine as she nodded in understanding.
Whispering "Tsa'hovi Nohavo" a white outline filled the blonde fool before he was able to scream in pain and agony as Tine brandished an ornate dagger from her dress and aimed it at his throat to stop him from leaving.
"Oh fuck… oh fucking fuck! W-what the hell?!" the fish man said as he backed away until Tine's two tribeswomen wordlessly threw their spears at him. One hit his chest as he crashed into the wall, shaking that corner of the room, and the other hit his right femur.
Tine nodded at them once more as they grabbed the gagging and dying Fish Man as he pleaded weakly in pain and agony while they dragged him away out of the room. The false warrior woman froze in place due to the primal fear that ran across her spine as His Majesty watched her.
"You… woman. Stay."
"W-what?" she said, legs shaking and filled with so much fear that Tine could smell the scent of her own scare trickling down her legs.
"You are to be my witness as well as ears if you value the lives of all the rabble that now encircle this establishment." His Majesty firmly said not even bothering to elaborate as he now stood over the blonde fool with Tine still leaving the ornate knife next to his neck as he continued to breathe.
Shock was evident to his senses as the spell that dispelled all the noise specifically from his person, held.
"Bold statements from you… yet they are all lies just like the rest of you and your ilk."
His Majesty then grabbed his chin as his eyes glowed red, only to be cowed when the elegant spear that held the fool down glowed slightly, depriving the man of any of his weak, unimpressive power. Rendering him back into a man. A sheep like those he looked down on.
"I would debase myself by even explaining to your foolish, stupid self as to why you are as meaningless as those you yearn approval from, but I believe that it is curious enough action to do. Seeing that the world is watching your downfall."
It was then that Tine noticed the number of helicopters outside, similarly stunned like the three fools that dared to confront his Majesty as their cameras zoomed onto them. Their voices were not heard directly, but the image itself was enough to convey what was happening.
It was then that Tine realized that His Majesty had intended this.
"Mercy, you say? Hm. Mercy is not something that one with power should consider when enacting their superiority. For power, real power is innate. One not engineered by men, but one perfected by the heavens. You believe yourself standing at the top when in truth you are merely an ant easily crushed beneath my heel."
His Majesty then grinned as he urged Tine to press the knife deeper. Drawing more blood as he started to silently and pathetically gag.
"A husk of nothing that cried like a child that was abandoned by the word. A dog chasing for approval thinking that such love would validate your worth… thinking that it will fill the void that's inside you. Pathetic."
His Majesty then splashed the wine onto his face. The burn of the alcohol reached the wound that Tine was making on his neck as he continued to pathetically scream against the silence imposed on him.
Tine then watched as King Gilgamesh walked away, still bare, towards the windows where the world could see him as he sighed in disappointment.
"And now… you will be discarded, forgotten like a meaningless toy of yesterday like your peers." He said as the false warrior woman lost control of her legs as she sat on the floor in despair and pure fear.
"Should I dispose of this waste of space, your Majesty?" Tine finally asked, much to the horror of the Warrior Woman as he confirmed it with a gesture of his hand.
And without further elaboration or delay, Tine jabbed the knife into the blonde fool.
The Homelander… ended on the spot like a random man stabbed on the street.
Left to die by a cruel twist of fate.
As his body crashed on the floor. Tine wiped the knife with her white dress as she looked at His Majesty. Who stared at the pathetic scene as he took another sip of his refilled glass.
"Do what you will with his body, girl. Just as you took care of that annoying woman with the burrowed powers of the storm." He said as Tine recalled the trinket the blonde man ironically took interest in earlier. Their fate was about to be the same as she nodded.
"I will, your Majesty… but may I ask what we should do about this woman? And the armed forces outside?" Tine asked.
"Nothing. They are meaningless in our current path toward the Grail. I must prepare again for my reunion with an old friend. As well as the other rabble that dare to hinder my path in this world."
Yes… with the catastrophic but undecided stalemate many nights ago. Tine knew that she should still prepare for anything.
And compared to the magnitude of the threats that were still mostly a mystery to them, these people who dared to even start a confrontation with His Majesty were meaningless to their main objective.
With her resolve clear, Tine bowed her head in a fully realized curtsy.
"Understood."
To Queen Maeve, however, stricken with pure and utter fear as she sat on her own piss, could only gawk and question what happened to get to this point.
And what's worse was that she felt this was only the beginning.
AN: Happy Advanced Halloween! And Happy One Year Anniversary to this fic!
And yes… the original idea for this fic, was a not just a Gilgamesh-centered piece. But a variation of the events of Fate Strange Fake. Maybe it's an idea that still has merit, but of course, that would be an interesting story for another day.
Hopefully you like this little non-canon omake, as I do plan to write something with Gilgamesh in it in the future. I won't spoil…
But its probably a fun and funny crossover in the original Fate VN as its main setting.
Stay tuned for that hahahaha.
And oh my Gosh… thank you guys for all the support after a very long year! I know this fic isn't perfect, but I am glad that you are all still reading it. I hope to finish this story by next year and in a way that will be worthy to all of your support.