And so it was that before the house of heaven, Gilgamesh and Enkidu met for the first time. For the two whom were fated to become the greatest of allies, they began as the greatest of foes. May be a little long.
Alright, before we begin, let it be known that Enkidu is the same one as in Fate/strange fake, while at the same time given the same skillset and properties he was said to have in Fate/Extra CCC.
Also, let it be known that I do not own Fate/stay night nor any other related material, apart from perhaps a poster. Even then, I did not make that poster.
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Fate:
Epic of the Original Heroes
Once upon a time, there was a king who reigned in Uruk. He was a king who recognized none as his equal, and thus did not recognize equality with anything else that existed in this world.
He treated all of his people as mere mongrels, and there were none that could hope to match him, for he was born of the goddess Rimat-Ninsun and the great Lugalbanda, previous ruler of Ancient Mesopotamia, making him two-thirds god and one-third man. He grew to understand that all things in the world belonged to him, that everything was his treasure alone and that none could ever hope to match him.
Under his rule, all men were to work and build whatever he wished, even when it was on but a mere whim, and all women were to yield their virginity to him before even their own lover, whether they protested or not.
Under his tyranny, the land suffered, and the people cried.
The world knew his name to be Gilgamesh, and he was fated to one day become its very first hero. But until then, he would be its very first villain.
As the gods had known what he would become from the very day he came into the world, they decided to create a being out of clay, a man who was neither perfect nor flawed, and so could equal him in strength once the time came.
Having been created with neither a mind nor a soul, this so-called 'man' went on to race across the wilderness with the animals, eating grass, uprooting traps, and attacking hunters. In an attempt to give this clay beast a form of humanity, a harlot named Shamhat—one whose beauty transcended gender—was sent to seduce and tame him, and she succeeded.
After six days and seven nights of sharing meals, sharing a bed, and making love, she turned a puppet who knew nothing of mankind into a man who knew all there was to know about the earth.
From his experiences, he assumed a more human form similar to that of his partner, gained knowledge, rational thought, and most importantly, a consciousness.
On that day, he was given the name Enkidu, and on that night, Gilgamesh dreamed a strange dream.
When he asked his mother, she said thus:
"There will come to you a mighty man. He is the strongest in all the land, his strength as mighty as the meteor of Aru. You shall love him and embrace him as you would a wife, and it is he whom shall save you time and time again."
While Ninsun was baffled at how an equal could possibly match her son, he was excited at the prospect of such a person. Yet time passed, and that man did not come. Eventually, he forgot all about it.
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A mysterious being stormed through the land of Mesopotamia, rushing past the rivers and past all nature around him, regardless of whatever force stood in his way.
While he had the appearance of a man, he may as well have been a woman. Judging by his soft face, lustrous skin, and a head full of hair, the first logical conclusion may very well be a woman. But his chests and hips were hidden by a worn loose cloth, and the limbs that extended out from its covers looked rather firm and taut. In its entirety, his appearance looked rather childlike, so it would be natural to think of him as either a man or a woman. Whatever the case, he definitely had a human shape. Yet even then, it was a body that was slightly discomforting, as while there was nothing visually out of the ordinary, it was simply too perfect.
Were a human to look at their own skin close enough, they would see wrinkles, minor imperfections, the stretching of skin that identified them as biological beings. But that was not the case for him, whose surface remained flat no matter how far his limbs stretched, almost like a mannequin. Ultimately, he was a paradoxical entity, neither perfect nor flawed, possessing both the impure characteristics inherent to mankind and the immaculacy inherent to nature.
For someone like this, who continued to plow through walls and mountains without even bothering to walk around them, the populace whom marveled at his figure knew only two things.
One; that he was unbearably beautiful, defying classification as either a human or a god.
Two; that something in this world had managed to garner the rage of an otherwise-pacifistic entity.
Walking down the streets of Uruk-Haven, with the populace feebly moving away to allow him passage, with a cold look on what could’ve been an innocent face, Enkidu was undeniably enraged.
The event to have caused such anger was simple; while he and Shamhat had been resting at a shepherds’ camp, the newly-aware man tasting beer and earning praise from all around him for the first time, he learned from a passing stranger of the king’s horrible mistreatment of newly-wed brides. He then asked the hierodule about this tyrannical king whom ruled broad-marted Uruk without remorse, and so was told all there was to know about him. As soon as she had finished, he disappeared off into the distance.
And for the first time, the wrath of Enkidu had been invoked.
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Elsewhere, another man laughed as his people cowered in fear and knelt weakly all around him, reluctantly praising his majesty as he casually went through the plaza.
Truly, he was a man worthy of the title of ‘King’, defined by his unparalleled magnificence, by the freshness of his dignified stature, by the supremity of his handsome youth, and by a perfect, Golden-proportioned body that drew admiration from all those worthy enough to gaze upon him. This, combined with his shining golden hair, deep vermillion eyes, and elegant skin made all those in his presence wither away like candles to a blazing flame. Simply by looking at the radiance of his aura, it was very clear what he was—a being who possessed both the persistence of mankind and the providence of the divine, with his field of vision reaching so far and wide that not even the gods themselves could comprehend what he fixed his gaze upon.
This aura remained even when he was wrapped not in his kingly attire but in an informal white robe. It was apparent where he was heading to and what inhumane act he intended to do in order to fulfill his own ‘right’. None of those around him dared protest, or stand up, or step in his way, for the last who had done so were no longer in this world, having been executed by his own hand without a second thought. Due to that, they understood that it was not bravery, but foolishness for anyone to stand in his way.
For someone like this, magnificent though he may be, he drew the contempt and loathing of all those in his presence. Absolutism, oppression, duress, levies, and the utmost decadence from self-interest were but a few qualities he displayed. Once, long ago when he was still young, he had been praised and lauded by his infatuated subjects, but his overwhelming strength had bred to overwhelming arrogance over time.
Still, perhaps it was this unbelievable strength of self that was to be admired. Without it, he would have abandoned his kingship and fled from the many difficult missions imposed upon him. But instead he remained in order to prove his worth and fulfill his right as the king.
As his people slowly dwindled away and a wedding ceremony not too far ahead concluded, Gilgamesh was nearing Temple of Uruk with a rather bored look—when he stopped suddenly.
In his way stood an androgynous being with green hair like that of the leaves, whom was quite apparently neither a man nor a god. Rather, ‘it’ was but a combination of dirt and mud, fashioned into a humanoid form and given a pathetic excuse for a rag, with twigs and dirt attached to it that suggested that he had come from the mountains.
Though Gilgamesh was heavily annoyed at the attitude of this mongrel, he decided to dismiss it for the time being, and was about to take another step forward when he heard something ringing in his ears. They seemed to be words, though that couldn’t possibly be true, as there was not a being in this planet who would ever dare address him without his explicit permission lest they desire judgment. However, as he listened on to these ramblings and they did not cease, he was forced to admit that they were indeed words.
Turning his almighty gaze back to the only other form of life in his presence, when ‘it’ wasn’t even worthy of that, it registered into his mind that ‘its’ mouth was moving in synch with these disrespectful, out-of-place words. As he pushed himself to look at the ugliness of this utter mongrel, he recognized the cold, yet enraged expression on the other’s face.
“—Answer me, Gilgamesh.”
It was a gentle voice, yet muddled with such hatred that even the soil beneath their feet shook in fear. Its tone was enough to have sent any sane person running for the mountains, screaming.
However, he was not concerned about that, nor did he even care. Rather, emotions of equal rage boiled in within his heart as he heard his name spoken directly. His name, glorious as it was, pronounced and defiled by a non-entity unworthy of even standing in his presence.
“I did not give you permission to speak, mongrel!” Gilgamesh answered thus, in a sharp, firm voice that would have had any normal person soil their undergarments on the spot. “I shall overlook your unsightly appearance for now, but should I hear one more word come out of your mouth—”
“Gilgamesh! You have treated your people horribly, and I—Enkidu—have come to reprimand you for your actions. Should you choose to apologize for all that you’ve done and start anew, I may consider showing you mercy.”
The words coming out of his mouth were preposterous. The golden king would have laughed had he not been so filled with annoyance.
“You say that you would reprimand me?” Gilgamesh asked in a mocking voice, his fists tightening.
“Yes.” Enkidu answered without hesitation. “By my hand, I shall rectify your arrogance.”
Rather than ‘arrogance’, perhaps Enkidu should have said ‘solitude’, but he could not bring himself to do so, for the King of Uruk would never in his lifetime recognize another as an equal to himself. After all, it had been that sort of attitude that had brought about his creation. His purpose was to be the unbreakable chains that would bind the divine entity and return him back into the service of the gods, when he had turned away from them.
Reminding himself of this, he prepared his strength.
~~~
Before the house of heaven, they met for the first time.
For the two whom were fated to eventually become the greatest of allies, they began as the greatest of foes.
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Without warning, the clay puppet lashed out, his left arm taking the form of a bear as he did so and his body moving at tremendous speed.
Due to the fact that his current form of a human was a willing one, a choice, he was very well capable of melding it into different shapes without pause, to suit whichever purpose he wished. While this may seem rather ineffective at first due to the structural inferiority of clay compared to his opponent, the material composing the entity wasn’t in fact clay but merely a physical substance that resembled it, adding to Enkidu’s prowess. It was something that could best be defined as highly-condensed ‘Ether clumps’, which was the materialization of Ether.
Despite being normally useless apart from serving as a fair conductor of prana, the gods knew how to utilize its full potential as a superior replacement to the materials that composed the grounded human beings, being capable of substituting Magic Circuits in its entirety, and converting the Mana generated by the world into circulating Od. The potential within Ether Clumps was virtually limitless, and the gods had taken full advantage of this.
It was due to these properties that Enkidu had been fashioned from it, that he could obtain sentience despite lacking components basic to a human, and that he could rival the strength of a previously-unrivaled golden demigod.
Because of this, as Gilgamesh moved to block the attack with his bare arms, convinced in his superiority and that this was a trivial matter he was about to correct, he instead found himself flying through the air like a rock. As he crashed into the ground, he sat there in a daze. It took him a passing moment to realize what just happened.
He had been overpowered.
Looking at the mongrel again, he dismissed it as nothing more than a fluke. He had held back, that was all. He had underestimated the strength of this unknown opponent, and that was the only reason his clothes had ended up dirtied, that he had allowed its filth to touch him. There was no possible way he could accept such a fact. He couldn’t accept that anyone could ever be stronger than him, especially if it were to be an incompetent mongrel made of clay!
Wiping the events of the past four seconds from his mind, Gilgamesh got up, by which time Enkidu had already closed the distance in between them with the appearance and speed of a cheetah.
Gilgamesh kept a firm position, rooted into the ground in defiance of his opponent. As the imitation of a royal hunting creature leapt up towards him, he surprised it by ducking below before grabbing the skin of its underbelly and harshly shoving it into the ground below with enough force to shatter a boulder. As it hit, its form and detail broke down into a humanoid mass of clay. After allowing himself a single breath of tiredness, he held his foot up high and was about to crush the mass’s ‘head’ when it suddenly regained its form and grabbed his ankle before throwing him into the air.
As the golden king opened his mouth to say something, he realized that Enkidu had become a large eagle and was currently rushing upwards. In haste, he opened up a pathway into his amassed treasury of the world and reached into it, bringing out the first weapon he laid his hands on. Then he swung it at the bird, and even while in the middle of the air he still had enough precision to slice through its body. It sensed the danger before he even swung and swiftly backed off, allowing him to land on his feet safely. However, just as he did, Enkidu charged at him with the shape of a human, though both of his arms had turned into dull blades.
It was quite apparent that this mysterious enemy of this was relentless in his actions. It didn’t seem like he was going to give up anytime soon, no matter how futile it was. Gilgamesh was disgusted at this, and clenched his hands around the weapon he’d taken out. The fact that he had to sully a treasure of his against such a being at all was nothing but an insult to his pride, but what choice did he have but to do so?
Needless to say, Enkidu was equally disgusted. The king had turned out every way he had imagined him to be, remaining arrogant even as he faced an unfamiliar opponent. The gods were proven right in their thoughts, and this man deserved whatever fate came for him.
As twin swords came down on the king, he parried them both with his own sword, using more strength than necessary. However, as quickly as he did so, they bent unnaturally and swung back towards him, scraping past his blade and heading straight for his chest. Since they were extensions of Enkidu’s body and possessing properties unlike that of ordinary swords, he was capable of controlling them like he would his own two arms, and thus needed no formal training in this form of combat in order to match and defeat a trained swordsman.
But even though Enkidu’s move had been something that shouldn’t be been able to be blocked, Gilgamesh revealed a second sword from his treasury and deflected them both once again, this time taking the extra effort to trap his enemy’s clay arm-swords between his two blades so that he wouldn’t be able to pull off the same trick as before. However, the green-haired puppet suddenly separated away as he severed the link with his arms, putting a distance of about six meters, and regenerating two new grey blades out of his shoulders during this time. The white rag he wore was in tatters by then, and his detached limbs turned into a liquid substance on the spot.
Though he had absolutely no doubt of his victory, Gilgamesh knew that he may have to start putting serious effort into this battle. It was something he had never done before. Having faced far weaker opponents his whole life, this level of strength was something that was unfamiliar to him. But no matter what, he was still superior. There were none on this planet that could match him—though, faced with such an annoyingly persistent opponent, he couldn’t help but doubt it a little.
With a grunt, Gilgamesh swept the thought away as he gripped his two swords tightly. This time, in this next series of blows, he affirmed to himself that he would demonstrate just how superior he was. No matter how many millenniums passed, there was not a being in existence that could hope to ever match his level of strength.
“Foolish king—!”
Enkidu was the first to lash out, charging towards his opponent with a feral look as he slashed forth with his limbed blades, as if they were the claws of a hungry tiger.
“STUPID MONGREL—!”
A prepared Gilgamesh countered in turn with elegantly-designed swords, slashing forth not with the intent of defending himself but with the intent of overpowering his opponent through sheer technique and speed.
Even though his weapons were of a different balance compared to Enkidu’s perfect harmony with his clay constructions, it didn’t seem to inconvenience him in the slightest as he successfully parried every coming attack, and very time he did, he would then retaliate with a barrage of his own every time he saw what appeared to be an opening. Although, every time his assumption would turn out to be false, and he would be pushed into the defensive for about a split second by this unpredictable, beastly fighter.
As they continued to launch extremely powerful attacks at each other, he couldn’t help but admit that there was a strange feeling beginning to grow inside of his chest. An unfamiliar sensation, and for one who had experienced all the pleasures of the world, it was certainly something new.
Perhaps it was because no matter how hard he tried or how much force he put into his attacks, he was unable to break through the clay man’s feral movements. It was proving to be a laborious task, and this frustrated him to no end.
Though he was not the only one in that regard. Enkidu barely managed to maintain an assault based purely on his beastial instincts, but against someone like this who possessed a perfect combination of godlike strength and human ingenuity, there were little to no gaps in his opponent’s movements. The only reason he hadn’t been cut down already was due to his superior reaction time and the high amounts of prana he had collected along the way. While it would be possible to overpower his opponent by pouring more of his clay into boosting his attack force, it was a risky move, and if it failed by any means, he would end up more vulnerable than before.
Unable to break through the demigod’s prowess and refined techniques, all he could do was sustain his stance and attacks.
Thus, the two combatants were locked in combat this way, each unable to gain an edge over the other.
Sparks were lit up and gusts of wind were sent rippling throughout the air each time they threw yet another ferocious attack, the very ground shaking each time their strikes collided with one other. Were there to be anyone observing this battle close by, they would see only shimmering blurs of radiant gold and forest green and mistake them for a natural disaster. This was assuming, of course, that they hadn’t already been killed by the sheer force resulting from the attacks that the duo kept unleashing against each other, oblivious of their surroundings.
If Gilgamesh’s strikes were like a raging tsunami, then Enkidu’s were like a hurricane that continually pushed the surge back.
Suddenly, a smug look appeared on Gilgamesh’s face as he saw a wide opening and moved his right sword in order to parry the attacks, thereby allowing his left to bypass the clay man’s defense completely and instantly cut him down from shoulder to hip before any counterattack could occur. It was a simple maneuver, one that even a beginner could perform were he fast enough, yet effective. With his power and unmatched quality of weapons, his opponent’s fate had been predetermined in that split second!
However, one result he didn’t foresee happening—happened.
Despite its high-grade quality of which he ascertained himself when he had collected it and stored it into the Golden Capital, and despite the fact that no amount of clay in the world could hope to even graze anything that truly belonged to the king’s treasury, he was left in a state of shock as one of his two golden swords shattered into pieces upon smashing against a clay axe.
Metal shards scraped past his right cheek, allowing a tiny trickle of his divine blood to flow down, and a bladeless hilt remained in his hand as undeniable proof.
Fate had been overcome.
Even so, from Enkidu’s perspective, it hadn’t been the effortless task it appeared to be at first.
Upon realizing that he had made a very vital mistake by putting slightly too much force into a single direction, it was too late as Gilgamesh had taken the opportunity to home in with a strike possessing enough force to smash a building apart. And so in response, he had to pour more of his substance into his other weapon, increasing its density, reinforcing it as much as he could within what milliseconds he had, even shaping it into an axe. The result was that he ended up overcoming a weapon that had been made never to be overcome, overturning the future in the process.
However, it came at a cost. His reinforced axe-arm absorbing the entire force, it ended up being blown away along with the one-fifteenth of clay he had used to reinforce it. Even if it still a lot by the standards of mere mortals, every ounce counted in this battle. Ether clumps, once separated from the main body, lost their connection to the soul and could no longer properly even if reattached.
This didn’t mean that the lost substances couldn’t be replaced, but while he naturally gained it by absorbing in Ether from his surroundings, it was a relatively slow process, and would hardly make a difference in the midst of battle.
Not only that, but he risked invoking the wrath of the king. Had he chosen to stay hidden from the start, instead choosing to fire a clay arrow of high intensity at his opponent’s heart while he wasn’t paying attention, this battle may have never come to be. But something like that was no longer possible for Enkidu. All that was left at this point was pushing onward. He could not even begin to envision what lay at its end.
“I- impossible!”
Letting out a cry of disgust at a treasure of his having been tarnished, an event that up until that point had never happened before in human history, Gilgamesh dropped the remains and forcefully thrust his other sword forward with all his might at Enkidu’s chest, only for it to sink into and end up trapped inside a liquid substance.
“You have mistreated your people badly,” Enkidu intoned, taking a step forward with the blade still within him.
To the demigod’s surprise, he found himself being pushed back, yet refused to let go of his remaining treasure out of stubbornness.
“I am the answer to their pleas, and I am the one who shall rectify that arrogance of yours!”
“So the gods still believe that I will bow down to them?”
Gilgamesh scoffed at these words as he continued to try and pull his weapon out, while glaring at Enkidu directly.
“I thought I would allow you to humor me for a little while, but this changes things. Very well then. As king, I shall crush you where you stand, and show the gods just how futile their mission is!”
“Oh? Do you not understand?”
Enkidu returned the glare with a determined look.
“We are equal, King of Uruk, and that is why you cannot hope to defeat me!”
Somehow, there was a heavy weight contained in those words.
—cannot———defeat—?
It was a daring statement, surely a false one., equivalent to claiming something as idiotic as ‘I can stop the sun with my bare hands’. It wasn’t something he would’ve normally paid any heed to, yet still it weighed upon the mind of the great Gilgamesh.
—equal———?
To a being greater than human, being told this by a being less than human, it was something that he had trouble understanding. To Gilgamesh, who had perfect victories, these were foreign concepts that he had never experienced before. Having been faced with such an unexpected event, such a persistent and powerful entity, he didn’t know what to think, what to feel. As he continued to stand in front of this androgynous forest-haired humanoid, his heart was beginning to beat fast, faster and faster, his fists clenching, his muscles tightening, his emotions rising, and his thoughts spiraling outwards until…
“You———some clod of mud, equal to ME?!”
Was it with surprise or anger that he reacted against encountering an equal for the first time?
Abandoning his other sword much to his disgust, Gilgamesh swiftly retreated back and managed to create about ten meters of distance between them, which would give both combatants enough time to prepare for their next move—enough time meaning ‘one second’. As much as he hated to even think about it, it was dangerous to battle against this ‘Enkidu’ character in close combat, so he would have to figure out some other way to achieve victory. The fact that he had to switch strategies at all would’ve been a great disgrace, but he had long since gotten past the point of hatred and disgust by then.
Opening the Gate of Babylon much wider than he would normally, positioned vertically downwards, he focused and let a particularly large, golden and alien object not unlike an ark fall from above. It crashed heavily into the ground before Gilgamesh.
What is that? Enkidu asked himself. A boat?
At first, he had difficulty trying to comprehend what it was that his opponent had brought forth.
It had the overall shape of a boat or ark, but there was no way such a structure would ever be practical as it was composed of pure gold, an alloy which was heavy and could never float on top of water, let alone the fact that there wasn’t any sea nearby to use it with! Even so, he knew better than to underestimate the danger of everything that lay within the demigod’s treasury, and after getting over his initial confusion, had his arms turn into lances as he rushed forth and crossed the distance between him and the huge object. If it was some kind of weapon, then he would destroy it on the spot.
But he acted a split second too late, as the king had already rested upon its throne, the one that acted as the control panel to what must’ve been the most advanced chariot in the entire world.
As Gilgamesh activated it, its emerald flaps opened up into something that resembled wings, and glowed brightly before suddenly rocketing off the ground, lifting itself up into the air and harmlessly escaping the reach of the clay being. Though it was bizarre to think of a self-moving chariot without any kind of beast to pull it, it was indeed gaining its energy to fly about from somewhere. To be more specific, it was powered by a single solar crystal at its center—protected by rutilated quartz crystals and an emerald-encrusted core around it—which burned mercury as fuel and produced sunlight as energy to act as the catalyst for flight. It also traveled at the speed of thought, enabling it to effortlessly go at a hundred meters per second without any consequences for the rider in question. There was no creature in the world that could ever hope to stand up to this unique, shining ship.
Gilgamesh couldn’t quite remember its name, perhaps something along the lines of Vimana, but he understood it to be some sort of aerial contraption unlike anything else that currently existed in this time.
Soaring into the skies until the king had emerged beyond the clouds, believing himself to be out of reach of any arrow or bird, he rested his hands upon the control column in front of the throne he sat upon and accessing the advanced weaponry it contained. Tons of small slots automatically opened up at the lower front-end of the Vimana and thin barrels emerged from all of them, Gilgamesh aiming them downwards.
His intent was obvious; he would raze the ground, but not to such a destructive extent that he would damage any of his buildings or people. The range it would cover was just enough, covering the distance between the temple and Uruk-Haven, and at such a height, enhanced by gravity and unmatched technological weaponry, there was no way that anything could survive being caught within it.
It was quite clear that this divine treasure was not originally meant to be controlled by anything less than the hands of a god, and surely something made of mud wouldn’t be able to withstand its might.
“You made a bold statement, oh Enkidu…” He muttered under his breath, feeling just a little bit dissatisfied with how this ‘battle’ was so obviously going to turn out.
For anyone who opposed the king so, it was only natural to have them suffer a hopeless, humiliating defeat under his might. All beings that exist, have existed, and will exist within this world lack the necessary power or will to resist his might, and this was a fact engraved into the heart of the world. They could protest, they could scream, and they could protest all they like. But in the end, there was only one result when faced with his glorious might.
“But you were unwise to face me, the almighty Gilgamesh!”
Then, with a single command, each and every one of the barrels fired all at once, and didn’t stop.
Torrents of golden projectiles rained down at hypersonic speeds, showering every last inch of the barren ground below within a hundred-meter radius. Every bird and every worm and every tiny strand of grass caught were eradicated without a second thought, and even the very dirt and dust themselves were being razed. Being continuously fired at a maintained pace, the constant stream of bullets beautifully reflected off the sunlight, and it would’ve looked like pleasant glitter instead of utter destruction from a distance. Nothing but the most powerful of phantasmal beasts could’ve survived that. After about half an hour had passed, he removed his hands from the panel and called off the barrage.
It ended just as quickly as it began.
The deed having been done, Gilgamesh sighed as he tried to relax into his throne, the heavy winds cooling down his magnificence at such height. Though it was slightly embarrassing, his body had gone stiff after having been tensed up the whole time he was razing the surface. After a bit of thought, the use of this mechanical vehicle may have been too extreme, and he may have overestimated Enkidu just a little too much.
All the clay man did was shatter what was most likely a fragile sword in the first place, so it was pointless to have gotten all worked up about that.
After all, all mongrels were mongrels. He took some to reaffirm himself of this belief.
“There.” He said to nobody in particular, his voice lost in the air. “I have won.”
“———”
Hm? What was that?
For a second, the king thought he heard some kind of sound coming from far below, perhaps a scream or a roar, but dismissed it as nothing more than his imagination.
Chances were that his agitation against meeting such a mudman was messing with his head. He racked his brain to rid himself of this disorder.
“██████████████▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀!!!”
Then a gigantic dragon emerged from the clouds, and coated the floating Vimana in a sudden, intense stream of flames.
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Weellll, that's it.
I based some events of the battle on the vague description given in Fate/Extra CCC, so Gilgamesh hasn't gotten to the point of throwing his treasures around with Gate of Babylon yet. As you can plainly see, he's still a little picky about them, but he'll probably lighten up over time, I'm sure.
My inspiration for writing this was mainly Gilgamesh's theme in F/E. When I heard it, the first thing that popped into mind was him chilling around on his Vimana, cruising over the clouds 'n stuff until a HUGE FREAKIN DRAGON comes out of nowhere and starts chasing him around. Even if Vimana can travel at the speed of thought and defy physics, it's fun to imagine. Figured that the only way to hit it would be to take it by surprise.
I don't think Gilgamesh has Ea yet at this point, by the way. Wasn't it the crystallization of his status as the King of Heroes, or something along those lines? Besides, if he did have it then, he would've been able to solo Humbaba and the Bull of Heaven.
If I made any mistakes here, either in abilities or in grammar, feel free to correct me.
...Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it~
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