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S2 Chapter 6: The Alter

The city of Unisberg, prosperous in its own right and full to the brim of energy and life. A city branded with the omen of doom by none other than Odin, the only clue being that a red light will be its undoing. Perhaps the deed has already been done, what will the three Masters of Unisberg be able to salvage? The morning was bright and clear, a perfect day for any respectable citizen of Unisberg to go out and indulge in some activity.

"Here we are... go on Larry go see it for yourself."

Larry the poodle, Mr. Sanders' prized dog runs around in his new home.

"Finally peace at last. Away from all those Heroic bastards and their subservient kinks. Look at the tile on this floor..."

"It appears you are satisfied with this home?" A dark skinned woman comes from behind Mr. Sanders having closed the front door.

"Why uh yes. Even the attendant is an exotic beauty, for something that costs a portion of my riches, the move was well worth... my, this living room, spacious! I can put my prized derby there in the middle with the sofa to spare!"

"Woof! Woof!"

"Hahaha, it appears you've taken a liking to my latest work, to be expected. If not for my assistant, you'd have paid an arm in advance!" Ozymandias boasts as he comes down from the marble spiral staircase with railings of gold.

"What in the world?! Sanders shouts.

"Y-you're you're that bastard's lap dog! That Shou fellow!"

"Yoo-hoo, I think you mean Servant, I am one too." The assistant reveals herself to be Caster of Midrash.

"No... th-this cannot be! I sold my other house! Where am I supposed to live now?!" Sanders stumbles around to be caught by Caster before he falls back. She massages his shoulders as he lays back in shock.

Ozymandias, actually enjoying the show, pours himself wine from a dispensary in the kitchen.

"Silly boy, you live here now." Caster sweetly whispers in his ear causing Sanders to jump up and run into the middle of the living room.

"Oh?!"

"No! All I want is to get away from you bunch!" After his sudden burst he falls back once more crashing into the couch. Larry runs over to lick his face wildly.

"A spry man for his age. Very well let us leave, assistant, there are more customers to be brought under my brilliance!"

Ozymandias makes way for the door when a man in a black coat, and pants, with golden hair opens it up.

"Hahaha, this is your best attempt at mocking Pharaoh?" Gilgamesh walks into the home.

"Mockery? Is this your best jest little King?"

Shou's Caster shakes her head and slips past the two Kings.

"Mhm. Your client has not only passed out in disgust, but has been made a beast's play item as well. I must say things are going smoothly on your end." Gilgamesh smirks.

Ozymandias, not addressing the fact a man, Mr. Sanders, of all people, had collapsed and was being slobbered on from head to toe by Larry continues battle with Gilgamesh.

"Nonsense. I'm yet to hear a murmur of your wares providing some benefit to those who walk the streets."

"Foolish. My products are not to be touted as some mere merchandise, but treasures! It's obvious mongrels would not speak of such treasures in their poor living conditions."

"Haha! An excellent excuse for a merchant with no sales!" Ozymandias steps forth boldly, his mouth filled with the vibrations of laughter.

"Says the self proclaimed god who sold one passable house to an ungrateful mongrel... let this mark the true start of this game."