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IS T■■RE A KI■■ LIKE HIM ANY■HE■■ ELS■?
W■O LIK■ GILGAMESH CAN B■A■T,
Outrage would have dug her nails under the ki■g’s skin as Gilgamesh stared at these foreign hands, flexing the lithe fingers. The body was hardy like a young bull. The fine, chiseled features resembled his own, down to the god eyes that were glistening rubies. Babylonia’s ■ing needn’t over a century’s worth of memories to know this supple bode was not the one he honed into the finest instrument. Yet Gilgamesh only said, ”this armour is fits. It’s mine, after all.”
Half the city went mad with laughter, the other with tears. Some even though themselves gods in his gard■n. Ah… Was that about a g■■d■n? G■■■■■? Where’s the game? Shaking his head, he leaped to the edge of the tallest building he could find, eyes searching for prey. A herd of humans and strays, wildly howling and crying, burst forth from the darkness.
"Ah… that’ll do! Let the hunt begin!"
The vault opened and out of sixty-four portals came the sixty-four metal poles. He needn’t care how they looked for such dirty things would shoot as true as any splendid arrow. The metals fired all at once, a thunderous explosion echoed like a god’s shrill. Winds swept back through his robes, the golden spangles jingle forlorn. Gilgamesh averted not his eyes, watching every beast crash into the cold concrete, pinned down. Satisfaction roiled in the pits of his stomach, sick with happiness.
"——Oho! Did I missed one?” The hunter-k■■g gazed down with ambivalence. A lone silhouette wandered into the ring of carcasses, perhaps a worthy prey.
Gilgamesh flew down to greet them, circling like a lion. It felt like home again, the smell of the primordial forest. From the G■te of B■■yl■n, he drew a magnificent bow of a jagged cut and gilded gold. Surely, this is his truest Phantasm, E■. E■? As a thin arrow of light loaded, he raised his elbow, lowered his fingers, and anchored in wait. The string just touched his lips.
"Sweet little kitty," Gilgamesh laughed, boyish, “Filthy miscreant, I shall send you to a house of dust for gazing upon me? What to do with you?”
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