《Gilgamesh In DxD》Chapter 13
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I stared at Sebas blankly.
"Why are you telling me this?"
That was my doubt.
"Why don't I want you to suffer, young master, in this world there are beings who would destroy everything you love most just to hit you, you can't save them all by yourself" said the butler with genuine concern.
I stare at him blankly.
"Sebas can you do me a favor?"
"Of course," says the butler getting up.
"Can you prepare me an empty room?" I ask Sebas who bows slightly.
"Yes sir" he says before leaving the room leaving me thoughtful.
Some time later.
It had been some time since the conversation with Sebas and I was reflecting on what he said.
And it was true, in the anime/novel they showed more of the good part of the supernatural world, never showing the bad side.
Even Azazel who was said to be the most evil of the Fallen Angels was a nice guy.
This world is very different, it's not the fiction I used to watch anymore but the real world and now if I get killed I won't get another chance I think.
Arriving at the room that Sebas has prepared and I see him there.
"What are we going to do young master?" asks the butler curiously.
I enter my inventory.
[Inventory]
-Special Summon Letter.
Removing the only item I had there, it appears in mine in golden particles.
It was a brown card with gold accents and the image of seven beings battling each other.
[Name: Special Summon Letter]
-Rarity: Super Rare.
-Type: Item.
-Description: This card allows the user to connect to the Throne of Heroes and summon servants divided into seven classes: Saber, Archer, Rider, Berserker, Lancer, Caster and Assassin.
Servants are basically reincarnations of legendary souls, great heroes from the beginning of humanity, also called Heroic Spirits. They have the Noble Ghosts, which can be weapons or special abilities. To summon a servant, a type of ritual is needed, in which the master needs to have a catalyst, which can be an item or something related to such a "hero".
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"If I can't save everyone by myself I'll need help" I say looking at Sebas who sees the letter in my hand and widens his eyes in understanding.
"So which one are you going to summon?" Sebas asks.
Hmm that's a good question.
Personally my favorite is Scathach, the Immortal Witch of the Shadowland.
And being a great Hero teacher that she is would be helpful.
Another would be Okita Souji who I like too.
Maybe Arturia, I imagine her face if I summon her.
Although these are good options, I will invoke them later on, now I have someone in mind.
Beside me there is a ripple from the [Gate of Babylon] and out of it comes a great golden stream.
"That is...?" exclaims Sebas in surprise.
"Exactly, the [Chains of Heavens]," I say.
Chain that Binds Gods [Enkidu: Chains of Heaven] is the most trusted Noble Phantasm of the original Gilgamesh, and the greatest secret kept within the [Gate of Babylon], made to bind gods so they cannot escape, becoming one of the few anti-divine weapons that holds the concept of "reigning over the gods."
"I see, that's a good idea," Sebas said when he realized his young master was going to summon him.
I move forward a little and throw the card in the air.
[Wishes to use "Enkidu: Chains of Heaven" as a catalyst]
Yes.
In front of me a great wave of energy in front of me raising a great wave of smoke.
When the smoke subsides, a being appears with a face that can be considered "perfect", as well as homunculi or puppets created by magicians artificially. Her hair is straight and very long and, like her eyes, is light green in color. Despite this, the iris also has golden tones, which make your look even more brilliant and sparkling. It has neutral features on its face, that is, as effeminate and childish as they are, they would be androgynous by human standards. She wears a simple white tunic at all times, which, being large and loose, hides the silhouettes of her body, making it even more difficult to try to define her physiological traits in terms of a biological human sex as a reference.
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"I am the servant of the Lancer class. My real name is Enkidu, it's a pleasure to meet you master" says the being who has revealed himself to be Enkidu.
Enkidu, The Weapon of the Gods, the best friend of the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, and the only one the Great King considered an equal.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Enkidu" I say looking at Enkidu who looked at me shocked.
Then in a green tantrum he jumps on top of me hugging me.
"Gil is really You, what happened, you're small" he says in great euphoria until he looks into my eyes.
"You are not Gilgamesh" says Enkidu
Oh fuck he found out so fast.
What kind of friendship did they have?
Some time later.
It had been some time since I summoned Enkidu and now we were sitting talking.
"So this is a different world from mine?" Enkidu question
I nodded my head.
"A world where the Age of Gods never ended?"
I waved again.
"And you are the Gilgamesh descendant of this world?"
I nodded, after all I couldn't say that I died and reincarnated in this world with Gilgamesh's body and powers, and I don't mind being seen as a descendant of him either.
"I understand if you don't want to stay and return to Enkidu's Throne of Heroes" I say but Enkidu denies it.
"I chose to walk alongside human sis, and you are human, even if you are another world and not a descendant of the Gilgamesh I met it doesn't matter, you can use me however you like" says Enkidu bowing down.
"I will not use you, Enkidu. From today we are friends" I say with a smile that is returned by the weapons of the gods
I wonder what kind of adventures we will have in this new life.
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