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The gods knew very well that their beloved Gilgamesh was furious with them after Enkidu's death, therefore, the Guardian of Humanity had not been invited to that annual gathering of all the gods.
However, the doors opened, giving way to a beautiful redhead, full of anger. But that anger did nothing to make him look ugly, in fact, his anger made him look even more beautiful.
"Gil..."
But Ningal didn't even finish speaking before a golden gate of the Gate of Babylon opened and in the blink of an eye, Gilgamesh had taken the spear and stabbed her with it, staring at her in disgust and then flinging her to a side of the gigantic room, only to swing his spear once more, taking the blood out of it.
"Gilgamesh!" Anu shouted. "What are you doing?"
"Did you think I wouldn't get revenge for what the bitch Ishtar did to me with your approval?" The anger in the redhead's voice could be tasted.
"Gilgamesh..."
But Gilgamesh did not let them speak and began to slaughter the Sumerian gods.
In that same room and not far away, the other gods of the different pantheons were looking at the massacre with pain, fear and desire. The beautiful Gilgamesh was to be feared. And they couldn't meddle in that fight. It was a law. If a god from the other pantheon didn't ask for help, the other gods wouldn't help. It was to maintain order among the pantheons. Therefore, everyone saw how Gilgamesh showed himself to be incredibly powerful while he was destroying the gods.
At the same time, it was painful, because that vision was telling them that Gilgamesh hates the gods with the force of a thousand winds.
On the other hand, the Egyptian gods looked with awe at the man who carried Seth's body. They were a copy. No. That man was Seth. But how? How did Seth end up like this? How had he ended up in another pantheon and with two-thirds of his powers released?
"Gilgamesh, my son, please stop." Ninsun asked, kneeling in front of her beloved son, tears gathering in her beautiful eyes. "Please, forgive."
And Nut could see with jealousy how the beautiful crimson eyes of Gilgamesh (of Seth) softened a little before the tears of his mother. But did she have the right to be jealous when she never showed Seth even a grain of sand of the love she showed his siblings?
Gilgamesh looked at her mother and lowered his spear, then looked at the Sumerian gods in disgust.
"Each one of you should be grateful, otherwise all of you would be dead. But this view is not bad either. After all, all of you are where you belong; on the ground like the insects that you are." Gilgamesh insulted them with a wicked smile on his full, pink lips.
Osiris looked ah him longingly. Oh, how he wanted to hold him in his arms one more time. How he wanted to kiss those fleshy lips and have them moan his name.
The redhead turned to the most injured goddess and pointed his spear at her. She looked at him with fear, because she never imagined that Gilgamesh would have so much power. And because of her arrogance, she had condemned the other gods.
"You, bitch Ishtar, if I see you again, I will attack you with the full force of my Ea's Enuma Elish."
With these words, the beloved of the gods slammed his spear into the ground, creating a large rift due to force.
"I, Gilgamesh, declare war on the gods. If any of you get in my way one more time, I'll kill you."
The Sumerian gods lowered their gazes in submission. Not only for feeling bad for having earned the hatred of their beloved Gilgamesh, but for fear of his power who proved to be greater than all of them.
And with these words, Gilgamesh left the room full of Ichor and with his long crimson hair swaying in the wind.
The spear was stamped on the ground as proof of the love and respect that Gilgamesh left behind, giving way to hatred and resentment.