Branching off from the chapter: The blood god
When they returned to Gilgamesh's temple, they woke up Ishtar, who was sleeping, and finally managed to get her to agree to the treaty.
"Ughhhh. I hate this," groaned Ishtar, rubbing her eyes, driven by irritation.
"Lmao, take the L, bozo!" Gudako mocked, drenched in playful sarcasm that fairly instantly ignited an instant catfight.
"You didn't even do anything!" Ishtar chided, indignation ran thick in her voice.
"Well, too bad!" Gudako laughed, quite happy to not gamble with her life each battle.
Gilgamesh the tyrant ordered them to proceed immediately to accost the goddess of death, just when they had dragged in Ishtar into this group. No rest for the weary! Gudako felt her sanity slowly fray bit by bit.
"Gudako, if thou desirest to sleep, I can carry thee," Techno said to Gudako, who was by now halfway between sleeping and wakefulness.
They had left Mordred by the entrance because she was acting weird, and nobody wanted to deal with her. especially since she only listened to Techno. Crazy people, I swear.
Anyway, the goddess of death! On we go!" Ishtar exclaimed, taking the lead and probably for the first and only time, anyone appreciates her usefulness.
"Oi mate! Come on, hurry up, would you?" Mordred shouted out, the Britishness stronger than ever.
"We're getting there! Get off my dick, will you!? " Ishtar shot back, words tumbling out of her mouth without a filter of any kind.
"You don't have a dick, pussy!" Mordred returned and won with just using basic biology facts.
"Will you kids shut up?" Jalter snapped, clutching her head, convinced her brains would spill out from the idiocy.
"You need a break?" Techno snickered while his charming smile was basically a balm to sore eyes.
"N-no," Jalter stuttered while the heat crawled right into her cheeks.
Techno sighed and patted her shoulder. "Don't push yourself too hard, all right? I care about you more than you think. I'm just terrible at dealing with emotions; I either have them or I don't." With that, he walked away.
"Wha-a?" Jalter was really perplexed. Did he really say that he cares for her? Her heart suddenly raced and her cheeks suddenly colored up.
That felt good, Jalter thought, shaking her head to rid herself of the thought.
"Ah, what am I thinking? This isn't like me at all!" Jalter slapped herself, only to freeze on the spot suddenly.
"Why. do I like him again? I wanted revenge after he humiliated me. What? Ah. AH ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jalter's brain felt like it was tearing itself apart, blood flowing from her eyes as she collapsed into chaos.
".What was I thinking about again?" She blinked. Somehow, her brain remained intact, and there wasn't even a speck of blood anywhere. Nothing happened. Nothing had happened. Nothing ever happened. Nothing did. Nothing—-
"Hey Mom, hurry up! What are you standing there for?" Mordred walked back to the dazed Jalter.
"Fine, I'm coming! Wait. Mom?" Jalter grinned wickedly at the embarrassment framing Mordred's face.
"What?!? I can't call you that or something?!?" Mordred stammered out in embarrassment.
"No, no. It's fine. You said you don't want to be a woman, right?" Jalter asked, curiosity piqued.
