God Complex

Was he growing delirious? He could swear he heard someone singing. Really, it’s just the gulls circling above, wondering why someone was dying on their stretch of beach. A shaky laugh vibrates his mucous covered form as he waits. Dipping in and out of consciousness, words begging to leave his lips, but his throat and mouth were far too dry to even do anything.

After what felt like a century, he hears the approach of someone. His eye swirls, trying to see them until it finally lands on Modesty. The look of disgust on her face is exactly how he feels on the inside. “Well, I kind of was,” he rasped, forcing the words to leave him before he lets out a hoarse laugh. Closing his eyes, wishing sand wasn’t mixing with the goop he was covered in, he fights back the fear. What he’d done had been so stupid and the fact that he was here, now, was a fucking miracle.

Not a moment later, before he could even ask for water, Siduri is standing over him, demanding to know who did it. Gilgamesh laughs again. “The worm is slain,” he manages to blurt out, hoping it quelled some of her own fear and concern. At least now she had no reason to go search for the dastardly monster he had dealt with.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh