Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader
The Holy Grail War was a problem in itself, but what was more was the servant I had found myself stuck with.
What was it that Gilgamesh wanted? Was I really just a source of amusement to the cold king? And what did he mean when he called me his treasure?
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This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.
“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.” ***
Chapter 1
I entered the church. The room was dark around me, the only light coming from the subtle lamps hanging along the length of the walls.
I checked the address on the invitation again, at the same time checking if the strange mark on my hand was still there. Its red ink burned in the darkness, denying any possibility that this was a dream.
“I see you’ve made it just fine,” a voice boomed out in the empty space.
I startled and looked around.
From the front of the church stepped a man.
I could see why I had missed him—he was dressed head to toe in a black, his expression as dark as the shadows themselves. The only thing that stood out about him was the gold cross hanging in front of his chest, which looked brightly accusing on his accosting form.
“You’re the one who sent the invitation?” I said, my voice steady.
“The paper was sent by me, yes,” he said, “But the divine invitation comes from the gods themselves.” The man lifted his hands up in reverence.
As he did the red mark on my hand began to burn. “Divine invitation… you mean this?” I held up my hand to present the mark that had mysteriously appeared a few days ago.
He nodded. “You are quick to comprehend. This won’t take me long then…”
“You have been selected to participate in a war of the gods. The candidates are among other talented mages such as yourself, people the grail have deemed worthy…”
Talented mages? But I had only ever practiced magic in my spare time. Surely that wasn’t enough to qualify me as a mage. And why me out of the hundreds of magicians out there?
The man continued with his explanation, but it made less and less sense as he went on.
Heroes fighting over some mythical object? All for the chance of having one wish granted? Were they really able to trick such esteemed beings into performing in this play?
When he finally finished, I let out a long breath. “Yeah… thank you for the opportunity, but I think I’ll pass.”
“What?” The man’s eyebrows narrowed at me.
“I politely decline,” I repeated.
“…Maybe I have not explained it well enough. You do understand that to be selected by the grail is a huge honor. A once in a lifetime oppor—"
“Once in a lifetime opportunity, yeah, yeah, I get it. Like I said, I’m good.” I turned to walk back down the aisle.
“You–” the man started, “Do you not have any desires?”
“Oh, sure. I have plenty.” I shifted to look him directly in the eye. “But there isn’t a single wish on this planet that I cannot grant for myself.” I sighed. “Honestly, I’m surprised you were able to convince such esteemed characters, as you say, otherwise. The whole thing sounds rather… sad.”
At that moment, I swear I heard a laugh ring out through the empty church seats.
The man blinked at me as if I was the one that had just come to him with such a ridiculous proposition. “Are you really—” He sighed. “Fine, if that is what you wish, then I must ask you to surrender your command seals.”
“Oh, you mean these?”
I looked down at the red markings on my hand. They burned with untapped power. I imagined my hand without them and suddenly found my chest feeling bare.
“You mentioned these would allow me to summon a servant, correct? A distinguished figure from history? Yeah, I think I’ll keep them.”
The look on the man’s face turned from contempt to downright outrage.
I continued my walk to the door.
“But– you–!” The man shouted after me. “To keep them means to declare your participation in the war.”
I paused and looked at my hand once more. The red markings already felt like a part of me. “Fine, I’ll participate,” I said. “But I won’t run around like a puppet for that stupid thing. I’ll do it simply for the experience of having someone to call me master.”
Again, the sound of that invisible laughter.
The scowl on the man’s face darkened. “The holy grail war is not a joke. Only one person can ever come out victorious. To participate, and to not win, is suicide.”
I sighed. “Then I guess I’ll have to convince the others that this is all a bunch of horseshit before it’s over. That, or find myself a servant strong enough to protect me.”
This time I heard it for sure, a honeysuckle laugh echoed through the dark space.
“Very well, you'll take me as your servant then.”
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