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The Desert sun’s light was well-hidden by the brim of Suwako’s hat, as she crossed the desert.
Far from her girlish stroll, each step of her tiny feet held purpose, as she crossed her arms behind her back. Gone, for now, was her usual faked enthusiasm. The smile she held was still-born, unmoving, as her eyes kept looking straight ahead. It was not meant to conceal her feelings, but to reveal her nature. Her movements were graceful, but rigid, as she walked.
She had picked a direction, but not as mortals had, no. Her destiny was part of her identity, a piece of her as much as her finer, or her iron rings, and as she stepped forward, she knew her feet could only take where where they were destined to.
No surprise, thus, passed her face as she saw King Gilgamesh in the distance, a golden man in black and white clothes - modern types that she wouldn’t have seen as out of place next to Sanae’s outfits, back in the day. He looked excellent in that jacket, she had to admit, but she had a feeling the king would stand for no less in any attire he deigned to wear. He had his bike parked up next to a small source of civilization - a gas station, here in the milder regions. He’d been sightseeing - perhaps blowing off some steam after Dante’s abyss? Or perhaps he’d been doing this for some time. Maybe the great king had his own thoughts to conquer… or perhaps Suwako was simply projecting.
The thought of a god projecting onto humanity was ridiculous enough to cause Suwako to give a laugh, losing her divine face as she let the thoughts trail through.
Gilgamesh turned to see her, raising his head to see her with a look of shock. “What manner of monster are you? One of the mouse’s…”
The king stopped for a moment, staring above Suwako’s head, and after a couple of seconds, it clicked for the both of them at the same time.
He’d initially caught the eyes of her hat, before the girl below it.
A chuckle came from the man, as he regarded her. “Not a bad jest, child.” he added with a grin. “...Or so I’d say, but no child walks through the desert so easily. Who are you?”
“King Gilgamesh.” Suwako stated, raising her eyes to meet GIlgamesh’s with her own for the first time. Victor’s memories did not lie - the man was a thing of beauty, chiselled yet graceful, lean like a panther and cut from polished marble. His eyes held radiance and his hair was every bit as golden and extravagant as the sun itself. He could not beat the mark of a king more strongly, from head to toe. “Born of a god and born of not a god. The first of many myths, and one that rivals my own in age. Though it took a long time for Japan to regain her knowledge of you.” Suwako replied, gazing into Gilgamesh’s eyes.
“You are from earth, then. That is useful. I’ve had enough of explaining my legacy to the ignorant for the decade.” The golden king replied, waving it off. “But you haven’t answered my question, and I lose patience quickly.”
Suwako gave a short bow. “I am the ground beneath one’s feet, the sand below your toes. I am the impurities and minerals beneath the earth and I am the impurities within feeling beneath the heart. I am god of Soil, fertility, curses and burials, stream and mountain. I was once worshipped as Moriya-sama, and I once covered the land of Suwa. I am Suwako Moriya, King Gilgamesh, and after my long doldrums, I have come with an offer… one that may enrich your kingdom.”
Gilgamesh leaned in, and there was a suspicion in his eyes. She had a feeling he did not view gods positively. Which was good, no one who would so foolishly revere her simply for her identity should ever bear her blessing.
“One of the gods of Japan, I would guess, from your garb. So, Give me your deal then, spirit. I may listen. Do not think I exist to serve the gods, though.”
Suwako craned her neck, sticking her tongue out slowly before retracting it. “In Japan, it’s quite different. We were created by humanity, and have no purpose without serving it. Though you are part god, you are separate from such a cycle. I exist to bring crops when worship is high, and calamity when faith is low. And I wish to serve Uruk. Rather, I believe I promised Lord Victor this. A token from the Abyss, when you were otherwise occupied a couple years back.”
That caused an unexpected stiffening of Gilgamesh’s back at the statement, and Suwako wondered if that years events touched a nerve.
“So you are here to offer your service?”
Suwako shook her head.
“Not on faith. Victor has left me with many of his memories from our… unintentional merging, a while back. The earrings of Potara, I believe they’re called?” Suwako replied, which got a nod of understanding from Gilgamesh. “We’re planning to avoid those for now, the arrogance of a god combined with the Arrogance of Victor Wolfe makes it far too difficult to turn back after such a transformation.” She admitted, before giving a shrug. “And I could see his opinion of you. But my last employer has left me with high standards, and I cannot see what is real and what is his own passionate loyalty tinting the truth of these exchanges. I know sigmund, I know Cho, I know Victor, and I’ve grown to respect all of them in turn. But you, I only know tales.”
Gilgamesh leaned in. “And if I don’t measure up? What are the consequences of that”
Suwako paused, thinking about it for a moment.
“For you? Nothing. For me? I’ll just go ahead and go kick the bucket.”
Gilgamesh’s eyebrow raised in surprise at that, the response unexpected, but Suwako simply smiled and gave a shrug.
“I have had eleven thousand years in differing forms, as the earth changed all around me. I have been phenomena, goddess, ruler, and then secret power under a throne. I have had a long and tiring existence that’s close to ending, as humans lose faith and my purpose grows fulfilled. If I do not find in you a king worth respecting, I simply do not have a reason to persist in a world that’s forgotten about me. I will fade, as I ought to.” Suwako replied, putting her hands behind her head. “I am a god, not a human, so it is nothing worth mourning. That is the way of the world.”
Gilgamesh gave a nod. “And what do you expect me to do?”
Suwako gave a grin, letting her head rest in one hand. “The last goddess who commanded my power took it through warfare, besting me fair and square. I think we can boil it down to personal combat. Show me your character through martial combat. Fight like you plan on killing me - for death in such a fashion is meaningless to a god such as I. If it goes well, we can celebrate in the traditional style of an afternoon of tea and a night of drinking and goofing off to our heart’s content. If at the end of all of this, I find myself willing to serve you, I will set my power to making Uruk the greatest city in the land. I will bring up streams from below the ground to give your fields water. I will set up my shrine and use the power of those worshippers to protect the frail and heal the sick. I will call the clouds to give Uruk shade when the heat grows too much, and The sun when the crops thirst to grow. Your enemies will be cursed and ridden with disease and vermin, and your allies will flow with food and water. That is my promise, o king, and gods of my pantheon do not break Promises.”
Far from her girlish stroll, each step of her tiny feet held purpose, as she crossed her arms behind her back. Gone, for now, was her usual faked enthusiasm. The smile she held was still-born, unmoving, as her eyes kept looking straight ahead. It was not meant to conceal her feelings, but to reveal her nature. Her movements were graceful, but rigid, as she walked.
She had picked a direction, but not as mortals had, no. Her destiny was part of her identity, a piece of her as much as her finer, or her iron rings, and as she stepped forward, she knew her feet could only take where where they were destined to.
No surprise, thus, passed her face as she saw King Gilgamesh in the distance, a golden man in black and white clothes - modern types that she wouldn’t have seen as out of place next to Sanae’s outfits, back in the day. He looked excellent in that jacket, she had to admit, but she had a feeling the king would stand for no less in any attire he deigned to wear. He had his bike parked up next to a small source of civilization - a gas station, here in the milder regions. He’d been sightseeing - perhaps blowing off some steam after Dante’s abyss? Or perhaps he’d been doing this for some time. Maybe the great king had his own thoughts to conquer… or perhaps Suwako was simply projecting.
The thought of a god projecting onto humanity was ridiculous enough to cause Suwako to give a laugh, losing her divine face as she let the thoughts trail through.
Gilgamesh turned to see her, raising his head to see her with a look of shock. “What manner of monster are you? One of the mouse’s…”
The king stopped for a moment, staring above Suwako’s head, and after a couple of seconds, it clicked for the both of them at the same time.
He’d initially caught the eyes of her hat, before the girl below it.
A chuckle came from the man, as he regarded her. “Not a bad jest, child.” he added with a grin. “...Or so I’d say, but no child walks through the desert so easily. Who are you?”
“King Gilgamesh.” Suwako stated, raising her eyes to meet GIlgamesh’s with her own for the first time. Victor’s memories did not lie - the man was a thing of beauty, chiselled yet graceful, lean like a panther and cut from polished marble. His eyes held radiance and his hair was every bit as golden and extravagant as the sun itself. He could not beat the mark of a king more strongly, from head to toe. “Born of a god and born of not a god. The first of many myths, and one that rivals my own in age. Though it took a long time for Japan to regain her knowledge of you.” Suwako replied, gazing into Gilgamesh’s eyes.
“You are from earth, then. That is useful. I’ve had enough of explaining my legacy to the ignorant for the decade.” The golden king replied, waving it off. “But you haven’t answered my question, and I lose patience quickly.”
Suwako gave a short bow. “I am the ground beneath one’s feet, the sand below your toes. I am the impurities and minerals beneath the earth and I am the impurities within feeling beneath the heart. I am god of Soil, fertility, curses and burials, stream and mountain. I was once worshipped as Moriya-sama, and I once covered the land of Suwa. I am Suwako Moriya, King Gilgamesh, and after my long doldrums, I have come with an offer… one that may enrich your kingdom.”
Gilgamesh leaned in, and there was a suspicion in his eyes. She had a feeling he did not view gods positively. Which was good, no one who would so foolishly revere her simply for her identity should ever bear her blessing.
“One of the gods of Japan, I would guess, from your garb. So, Give me your deal then, spirit. I may listen. Do not think I exist to serve the gods, though.”
Suwako craned her neck, sticking her tongue out slowly before retracting it. “In Japan, it’s quite different. We were created by humanity, and have no purpose without serving it. Though you are part god, you are separate from such a cycle. I exist to bring crops when worship is high, and calamity when faith is low. And I wish to serve Uruk. Rather, I believe I promised Lord Victor this. A token from the Abyss, when you were otherwise occupied a couple years back.”
That caused an unexpected stiffening of Gilgamesh’s back at the statement, and Suwako wondered if that years events touched a nerve.
“So you are here to offer your service?”
Suwako shook her head.
“Not on faith. Victor has left me with many of his memories from our… unintentional merging, a while back. The earrings of Potara, I believe they’re called?” Suwako replied, which got a nod of understanding from Gilgamesh. “We’re planning to avoid those for now, the arrogance of a god combined with the Arrogance of Victor Wolfe makes it far too difficult to turn back after such a transformation.” She admitted, before giving a shrug. “And I could see his opinion of you. But my last employer has left me with high standards, and I cannot see what is real and what is his own passionate loyalty tinting the truth of these exchanges. I know sigmund, I know Cho, I know Victor, and I’ve grown to respect all of them in turn. But you, I only know tales.”
Gilgamesh leaned in. “And if I don’t measure up? What are the consequences of that”
Suwako paused, thinking about it for a moment.
“For you? Nothing. For me? I’ll just go ahead and go kick the bucket.”
Gilgamesh’s eyebrow raised in surprise at that, the response unexpected, but Suwako simply smiled and gave a shrug.
“I have had eleven thousand years in differing forms, as the earth changed all around me. I have been phenomena, goddess, ruler, and then secret power under a throne. I have had a long and tiring existence that’s close to ending, as humans lose faith and my purpose grows fulfilled. If I do not find in you a king worth respecting, I simply do not have a reason to persist in a world that’s forgotten about me. I will fade, as I ought to.” Suwako replied, putting her hands behind her head. “I am a god, not a human, so it is nothing worth mourning. That is the way of the world.”
Gilgamesh gave a nod. “And what do you expect me to do?”
Suwako gave a grin, letting her head rest in one hand. “The last goddess who commanded my power took it through warfare, besting me fair and square. I think we can boil it down to personal combat. Show me your character through martial combat. Fight like you plan on killing me - for death in such a fashion is meaningless to a god such as I. If it goes well, we can celebrate in the traditional style of an afternoon of tea and a night of drinking and goofing off to our heart’s content. If at the end of all of this, I find myself willing to serve you, I will set my power to making Uruk the greatest city in the land. I will bring up streams from below the ground to give your fields water. I will set up my shrine and use the power of those worshippers to protect the frail and heal the sick. I will call the clouds to give Uruk shade when the heat grows too much, and The sun when the crops thirst to grow. Your enemies will be cursed and ridden with disease and vermin, and your allies will flow with food and water. That is my promise, o king, and gods of my pantheon do not break Promises.”