Are you insane?

The words echoed through the room, falling into a stunned silence. Finally, it was broken by the grey bearded man.

"My king, I understand that your power is beyond that of a basic kind, but do you not think you at least require someone stronger than this… boy."

The woman stepped forward, her covered eyes gazing towards Mahon.

"I agree with Abu-waqar, you are the will of the gods walking the earth, that you are protected by this shrimp of a man, it sickens me."

Finally, Adora, his tall body broke down into laughter, "See I told you he would be great." Gilgamesh chuckled at the two of them in complete agreement.

Adora stepped forward, placing his hand on Abu's shoulder, his hand pressing off the greying locks of hair.

"My king, your trust is not placed in just anyone. Would you mind showing your reasoning for those of us who are less trusting." the old man pulled his hands from his robes, starting to speak, but was silenced by the king's hand.

"I see, there are those who distrust the judgement of the king, very well, Priestess Beltis, you talked about my gifts." Gilgamesh walked to the wall, its pillars connected by an array of golden weapons, their blades sharpened thousands of times in excellence, then clutching a spear in his hand, tossing the nimble metal in the air and staring back at Mahon. "Well, my abilities whilst extraordinary are completely null in the face of Mahon's." He then picked the spear in one hand, tilting his body backwards.

"WAIT, MY KING." all four of them shouted out in protest as the gleaming spear flew through the air like an arrow.

The spear flashed through Mahon's chest blood coating the floor, His eyes drifting in and out of consciousness, Mahon heard distinct shouts.

"ARE YOU INSANE???????"

His eyes watching as people scurried over the hall.

And then all turned to black.

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His lips wet, the eyelids fluttered open. His disoriented face pointed up at the familiar golden hair. Their eyes linked through the same golden sheen, his wrists pouring out blood. As he held Mahon, the people in the court were both furious and amazed.

"I present to you, the immortal warrior, Mahon."

"But not even the king could survive death, this must mean he has a purer connection to the gods than even our king, it cannot be possible."

"From this day on, Mahon, you will die for me and this land. As my warrior, as Babylon's warrior. Your sword will live in servitude."

"Yes my King."