Flying past the stone bridge on moat. Gilgamesh blurted through— his stubby legs tumbling and twisting as his saliva and sweat dripped a puddle, a trail which led the trio to his wake.
“Lord! Lord!” His hollow voice called out, banging on the eclipsing cobble doors. Below him was the water, the moat reflected nothing back, just ripples in the motion due to the furious banging. Behind him in the outer court, a voice echoed out— he spun around, panting.
“Now we can come here. What was that trick before?” Saraline’s voice croaked, she was smiling— of course, her eyes faded as she still stared at Gilgamesh.
Beside her was Psylaiso and Dara, both stood imposingly on the grass as the stable beside sung, horses neighed as if they were a Greek choir.
“He really made all this with his mind? Fascinating.” Dara stared at the sky, bright blue— they’ve been running, chasing him for hours.
“You left the big doors open so we slipped through, now you’ve served your purpose.” Psylaiso lowered her eyes at Gilgamesh who was facing them, trembling. “Was it so hard?” She playfully taunted, kneeling to the ground and scooping a chunk of dirt— the grass was synthetic, fake and real at the same time as the texture was woven with delicacy.
“Hey come back.” Saraline slowly walked across the bridge with the others following behind, “It’s rude to make a lady run for you.”, her teeth grinned— Cheshire as her mania spiralled.
CREAAAAAAAAK.
The cobble doors, they loudly began to open as an individual stood there.
The Imp, Zero.
Gilgamesh attempted to squeeze past, just to be pushed out— the colossal doors paired with his short height, however he stood still.
His right arm was over his chest, palm extended as it was placed on his chest— his fingers curved therefore allowing his claws to protrude outwards. The Imp’s eyes were a pale blue— teal, as he smiled— his canines sharpened, white as he chuckled.
“Move out of the way, I want to see who was chasing you.” Zero exclaimed, softly— he motioned with his left hand for Gilgamesh to tilt to the right side.
He saw Saraline standing in the middle— her face no longer beaming but screwed; Psylaiso was leaning to the left side, folding her arms whilst Dara was beside— her arms drenched inside her lab coat.
“It’s my old friends, how exhilarating.” Zero chuckled, fakily as he shoved his left arm into his sweat pants. Swaying to the side to mimic Saraline, “Been a long time?”
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The Failure stared back, her face unimpressed, “Imp, take us to Medea— following this bastard has gave me some fatigue.”
“You really ran all this way? Should’ve taken a carriage— we don’t do cars here.” The Imp mockingly exhaled before looking up at Saraline, his piercing blue eyes.
“You’ve changed.” Dara coldly spoke, “You are boring.”
Zero stared at her, “Oh?”, before patronizingly changing his expression, shocked; “Medea does not want to speak with you.”
“Imp! You cannot refer to the Lord by name! Blasphemy!” Gilgamesh exclaimed, he raised his arm— aiming to hit Zero’s face.
“You dare hit the Savior?” Zero turned his head to Gilgamesh, his mood— demeanour, switched, his eyes contracted as he blinked.
Gilgamesh was gone.
Saraline, Psylaiso and Dara were slumped on the bridge— exhausted from running.
“We actually made it to the castle, I thought we’d never travel that distance.” Saraline exclaimed, her tone joyful.
“It seemed like an infinite distance— maybe it was you know.” Psylaiso turned her head to Saraline who blushed— red.
“Save your flirting for later.” Dara stood up, knocking at the cobble doors— gently and quietly.
Silence.
“They really—”
CREAAAAAAAAK.
The cobble doors, they loudly began to open as an individual stood there.
The Imp, Zero.
Dara attempted to squeeze past, just to be peacefully and kindly pushed out— the colossal doors paired with his short height, however he stood still.
His right arm was over his chest, palm extended as it was placed on his chest— his fingers curved therefore allowing his claws to protrude outwards. The Imp’s eyes were a pale blue— teal, as he smiled— his canines sharpened, white as he chuckled.
“Hello, old friends.” Zero exclaimed, softly— He saw Saraline standing in the middle— her face no longer beaming but screwed; Psylaiso was leaning to the left side, folding her arms whilst Dara was pushed back, staring next to Psylaiso— her arms drenched inside her lab coat.
Zero chuckled, fakily as he shoved his left arm into his sweat pants. Swaying to the side to mimic Saraline, “Been a long time?”
The Failure stared back, her face unimpressed, “Imp, take us to Medea—”
“You really ran all this way? Should’ve taken a carriage. Cars don’t exist here.” The Imp mockingly exhaled before looking up at Saraline, his piercing blue eyes.
“Huh? How do you know we ran?” Dara spat hissing, “You got tabs recording us or something?”
Zero stared at her, “Oh?”, before patronizingly changing his expression, shocked; “Medea does not want to speak with you.”
“Why?” Psylaiso glared, “We need Ostra’s forces to help take down Samiel.”
“We agree with both of these fronts, however helping rebels— criminals… it doesn’t look good for us.” Zero closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“You seem different, are you okay?” Saraline chuckled, sweat dripped from her temple as she tilted her head.
In the reflection of her eyes, was a blue eyed devil smiling— creepily.
“Did you encounter any problems on the way?” Zero smiled.
“No. We actually had a great time here— we spent most of our days here eating at some of these beautiful restaurants— the cyberpunk appeal was beautiful! So was the other ones.” Dara exclaimed cheerfully.
“Good, I’ll lead you inside— follow me directly and only, I am the Savior.” Zero turned around, motioning with his left arm for the others to follow. The air stilled. The grass froze mid-sway. Even the light obeyed him.
And they did.
