20 Awakening

Gilgamesh awoke on the peek of a mountain feeling ghost pains everywhere.

'I shouldn't be alive. I was stabbed by that two-faced village chief.' Gilgamesh thought bitterly as he began to stand up and look at his surroundings. He heard movement in the brush moving away from him.

He felt smoothe skin on his chest where there should have been multiple stab wounds. In confusion, he realized that there was none. His clothes he had worn at the feast were in tatters as if they had gone through a tornado but his wounds were gone.

Gilgamesh was still shocked by how hard the village chief tried to kill him. Too bad for him that he did not aim for the head. While Gilgamesh did not know the extent of his heal factor, he was pretty sure that if his head were cut off he would die. Sorrow began to fill Gilgamesh as this experience would forever change him. The chief's betrayal would not go unpunished. It was time to payback.

Until now, he thought that the outside threat to humanity should be his main concern but he realized that he was wrong. Humanity was just as toxic as any outside threat.

Gilgamesh's trust in humans had been broken and a dangerous glint entered his eyes. He was no longer shocked but angry. Angry at the world for making humans this way, angry at the dragons for driving humans to desperation, and angry at himself for his naivete. One thing was for sure, he changed irrevocably into careful skeptic.

As he heard the footsteps grow farther away, Gilgamesh summoned his shimmering golden armor to cover him and his serrated sword looked hungry for human blood for the first time.

Gilgamesh ran after the men and within two minutes he arrived 10 meters behind them. Gilgamesh just looked at them with cold eyes as he saw three large men carrying weapons.

Deciding not to use his powers and kill them instantly he screamed, "You forgot something."

The men turned to him and their fear became tangible. They had all seen him slay those dragons with ease. They couldn't even imagine what he would do to a human.

One of them said pleadingly, "We are sorry. We didn't want to participate in your killing. We were just following our chief's orders." The man was slightly older. He was middle-aged and kneeled asking for forgiveness.

"Don't worry I forgive you," Gilgamesh said as he rushed them before they had a chance to be relieved. Gilgamesh could be fooled once but not twice. He raised his sword and just as his sword descended to behead the man, the man was stabbed by one of the younger men in the group.

"I killed him for you, master. Now you don't have to sully your hands," the young man with blonde hair said as he eagerly stood before him looking for approval.

Gilgamesh thought, 'The fear broke him. Pathetic! He could not even stick by his own comrades.'

Gilgamesh saw the third person already laying in a pool of his own blood as he had been stabbed by the young man before Gilgamesh tackled him. As the third person laid slack-jawed with his eyes open as his blood seeped deep into the dirt, Gilgamesh's mood took a turn for the worst. A chaotic aura emanated from Gilgamesh and the young man cowered in fear. He seemed to lose control of his bladder as urine streamed down his legs.

"What's your name?" Gilgamesh asked in a solemn tone giving nothing away, even his face had slackened.

"Cailen" the boy was ecstatic in spite of the chaotic aura. The demigod had asked for his name that meant he would be accepted as a slave but at least he would be alive and he would do anything to stay alive.

There was a swoosh and his head toppled to the ground. In a cold voice, Gilgamesh said "I'll remember your name," before turning away from the gruesome scene.