I Know Your Face

Gilgamesh fluttered down to where he was told to locate the one eyed woman. Compared to the hustle and bustle going on outside of the gates, it was very still and silent inside the walls. A giant castle sat at the middle of the city. Its high walls made it impossible to see what was inside beyond the tallest, steeped buildings. The gate that allowed passage from the outside was impossibly massive. Looking back on it, it was easy to discern that was the intention. Numerous mechanisms were attached to the gates and ran along the towers and walls. These, he figured, were what controlled the gates.

"You! Who are you? Stop right there!"

The Winged King was tired of hearing such things. Such nonsensical creatures to always go around making demands of everyone they cross paths with. Still, he didn't really feel like being bothered. Gilgamesh eased his right hand up to the S emblem on his chest. Gripping it firmly, he twisted it to the left. The powered suit began to hiss and clack as the circular disc down his legs emitted steam. The segmented armor began to retreat within itself as, plate by plate, the entire suit, including the armor along his wings, receded. He stares at the emblem in his hand momentarily.

Amaunet...

He'd met someone that knew his mother. She told him she knew what happened to his mother and what he was. Gilgamesh would make sure he found her. She was the only lead he'd found. This was apparently another gift from his mother. He could easily believe it as it changed the form of his cloak. Even without the emblem, his cloak had changed to form more suitable clothing. Gilgamesh now wore a black coat over a black chest plate and pants. He stretched his feathery wings once more, not used to having them contained. His left hand gingerly grazed the fresh scar that was now under his right eye.

It's my fault...

If only he'd listened instead of having Amaunet prove her connection to his mother, he may have been able to learn something. The one eyed woman and her people were the only ones that would attack him. Those were more powerful than the ones he'd dealt with. Still, he was only wounded by them because he was caught off guard. He'd find them and make them answer.

Where is the one eyed woman?

"No one is allowed within these walls without invitation. You are trespassing. We will escort you out."

Gilgamesh grit his teeth and hid the emblem within his coat. He turned his gaze towards them in order to address them directly.

I am Gilgamesh. I am King and will be treated with respect. Take me to the one eyed woman.

"You are not allowed-"

One of the guards stopped the man and whispered to him. Gilgamesh could very clearly hear his name being spoken and him being referenced to in an early conversation. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to understand the information he was receiving. One of the guards pulled out a colored rock and turned his back to them. A faint green glow could be seen from the stone as he spoke into it.

"Forgive me. Wait one moment please."

Gilgamesh stood silently. His wings seemingly froze, curved around him. He was replaying the attack over and over in his mind. How did they manage to get the drop on him? Was it really because he was preoccupied or did they possess that much skill? What made even less sense was they were more interested in Amaunet than him.

Greetings King Gilgamesh Black.

Black?

The Winged King turned to see the women approaching him. Her arms were extended and she wore a smile on her face. It was an attempt to appear warm and inviting. It didn't work. He was even more tensed.

Yes. You need a last name for registration. Since you are from the Black Forest, I gave you the last name of Bla-'

Did you send those people to attack me?

I... I'm not sure what you mean.

I was attacked and the person I was talking to was dragged away. The only ones to have constantly attack me were your guards. Where... is she?

I'm truly sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking abo-

Everything around them began to slow down. The world grew dark around Gilgamesh and he began to walk past the woman. He wasn't here for excuses. He wasn't here for explanations. He was here only to get Amaunet back. With everyone frozen in place, he simply strolled down the halls unimpeded. He peered into every room as he passed but did not find her. Still, his search continued, until his his abilities were forcefully halted.

You can't just go around doing whatever you want, you know...

Gilgamesh' eyes widened as he stared at the man. He wore a long coat which dragged across the floor. Everyone that laid eyes on him moved aside and knelt down as he passed. This isn't what caused him to become cautious. He was certain he froze the entire area. Why was it that this man was unaffected and, even more, was able to nullify his ability. This has never happened before.

How did-

You know... You look just like your father.

Wha-

The man continued to approach Gilgamesh. Before he realized it, he could no longer speak. He moved his mouth. He wanted the words to come out, but they refused. He had been silenced.

I call it King's Rule. Suitable, don't you think? If I want it to happen, it happens. The only exception was your whore of a mother and that traitorous bastard of a father of yours. Tell me. How are they?

Gilgamesh attempted to lunge at the man but found he could not.

I just want you to sit and listen. for now. I know your father is listening. His was a particularly annoying ability and he's more than likely relaying this to that bitch. So I want them to hear what I'm going to do to you and know that they are-

The Winged King never knew his father. His mother always spoke fondly of him. Still, the person bore no significant role to him. He would not allow his mother to be repeatedly insulted however. Mustering together every once of will power he had, Gilgamesh separated himself into a private space. He moved this separate pocket space through as he lunged to attack the man.

What's this?! How can you move?

I do not know you are but you will die for insulting my mother!

Hmph...

Even in his subspace, Gilgamesh was stopped. The man extended his left hand, shattered the barrier between the two dimensions and reaching Gilgamesh. He'd effortlessly brought Gilgamesh back to this space.

Maybe that's why you don't see how futile this is. I am Dilcongain, King of the Strongest Set.

The Winged King was grasped by the throat and throne to the ground. He struggled to get to his feet. His body, which was light in order to ease flying, was now so heavy he felt as if his arms would fall off. This was even more confounding as he was bending the space around him to assist.

It's impressive that you can continue to move when I don't want you to. That makes you the second being to resist my King's Rule.

Gilgamesh sunk back into a pocket of subspace and froze time beyond it. He moved closer to the man.

You're quite powerful, but...

Without any sign of a gesture, Gilgamesh was blown out of the building, crashing, breaking, his body was used as a wrecking tool to smash through the stone walls. He skidded and skipped like a stone across the ground until he hit the walls.

...you're nowhere near powerful enough to try and contend with me.

The Winged King coughed and wheezed. He was finding it difficult to breathe. Another cough, this time it dyed the ground crimson. He was suffering from internal bleeding. It was too dangerous to get close to that man. He created eight orbs of pocketed space, much denser than that of the normal dimension. Dilcongain was fast, he'd already closed the distance and was cornering him. That King's Rule was hard to combat. He needed distance.

Still trying to do... whatever it is that you're trying to do? It'll end the same way.

Gilgamesh sunk completely into subspace and emerged from behind the man in an instant. He then polarized the eight orbs he'd created and they attach the man's body. One encased his head. Another attached to his chest. One each attached to his wrists and ankles. They halted his movements and, being drawn to each other, attempt to fold and break the man to reconnect. While this was happening, the Winged King twisted and manipulated the area before him so deeply that not even light could escape. He then launched it at the main and clutched his hand, causing it all to implode into a single form and then immediately detonate. The guards around them were blown back, save for the one eyed woman, whom returned with more people that seemed different in appearance.

That's impossible!

Calm down Konstanze. My King won't fall to such attacks.

Gilgamesh did not have the time, to turn and see who the new voice came from. He was almost completely spent. No matter what they said. That was his most deadly attack. He twisted and condensed him before rapidly exploding and scattering his very being.

You should listen to my Queen, Konstanze, and have a little fate.

He couldn't believe what was happening. This man... this situation... it was beyond his understanding.

It's a pity, Gilgamesh, was it? If you had a Set and properly developed your abilities as a King, you might have stood a chance. A very slim chance, but a chance all the same. This is the most effort I've had to put forth since your parents...

Then give him that chance my King.

My Queen, are you feeling sympathy for this man?

You, of all people, know that is a term I am not familiar with. Still... I believe you should let him grow as a King.

Why is that? No matter how much he grows, we will always end up right here. I will be standing over him and he will be dying.

Maybe, but this is the most fun you've had in some time. It'd be a shame to see it end so suddenly. Look into his eyes. He still has a lot of fight left in him. Konstanze tells me he also has the Godfrey girl as his Queen.

Dilcongain gazed at Gilgamesh. Though the Winged King had taken considerable damage, he was still forcing himself to stand, even while in the presence of King's Rule. He tried to force him to kneel but instead, Gilgamesh rose to his feet entirely. He was defiantly staring at the man before him. The look in his eyes suggested that, even now, he was looking for an opening to attack. This assumption is correct. Gilgamesh was not only looking for an opening. He'd used the time that the Queen had bought him in order to create a paradox on himself. He was fortunate, although embarrassed, that he was wounded so much so quickly. The paradox did not require a lot of effort to help him recover.

Does he now... Outstanding! He's actually healing!

A white glow cascaded off of the Winged King as the paradox had been formed and he was ready to go again.



Tell me Gilgamesh. If I were to spare you now, what would you do?

That's not smart. You either kill me now or I'll come back and I'll keep coming back until I kill all of you.

I bet... Then get out of here. Raise you Set and give me a glorious battle. Then... I'll kill you and bring those wings of yours to your mother.

Gilgamesh began to lash out but stopped himself. Did he know where his mother was? That would mean they now had her and Amaunet. Was his father involved in this somehow? One thing was for certain, even with the paradox he'd created, this man's abilities were far superior to his own. There was also the fact that he was surrounded by allies. Continuing this would not benefit him in the slightest. If he raised the power of his Set, would his increase? He felt different after making Verina his Queen and then again after making Odric his Rook. Maybe if he played these games the way they spoke, he would be able to do what he needs to do.

Dilcongain... You'll live to regret this...

Gilgamesh sunk into subspace. He needed to quickly return. The Winged King was incredibly vulnerable right now. When the paradox effect wore off, he would be almost defenseless. He'd never used it on himself before. It was only practiced on creatures of the forest and it was draining even then. He needed to become stronger... by any means necessary.