Corrupted Love (EN) , Dark Road part 1

Dark Church

The doors of the church opened wide and Gilgamesh stepped in irreverently, disrespectful even, bringing the daylight inside this dark place.

The exhaustion from this night was taking its toll: the attempts were useless, the results disappointing... Frustration was still here. A crooked smile spread across his displeased face.

He walked to the nearest wooden bench at his disposal and flopped on it in order to ease his aching limbs. Having a real body had its benefits...but also its drawbacks. Regrets for not being a spirit crossed his thoughts but were swiftly brushed off by the vision of the blonde head which weighed on his mind. His lost Belle he barely even seized.

Relaxing on the uncomfortable bench, his head leaned back accompanied by a weary sigh. His carmine eyes staring at the roof with disinterest, even if it was covered in splendid religious paintings. The cogs of his thoughts were grinding at high speed, leaving him no room to empty his mind.

Scenes from the last hours were haunting him and he couldn't stop himself from analyzing each and every single detail to get different conclusions from them.

But the result was obvious : He did not anticipate the effects of the Grail.

His chest began to quiver has he was silently laughing. His hand gently settled on his face, letting the rest of his blonde hair falling backward.

Suddenly, he laughed hysterically, letting his contrariety out and the irony of the situation speak out.

He was fooled beautifully, vanquished by his own longing, he had lost control over the situation. Still...everything had taken quite an interesting path. So interesting that he was feeling the excitement from the challenge ahead and impatience... all that he could adore.

He laughed so much that his abdomen hurt for a moment and he let out a contented sigh as he settled down, running his hand across his face one last time before letting it slide to the bench.

« If I was still in my old era, I would say the gods were still daring to make me their plaything... » He commented.

He threw his other arm in the air, briefly opening his hand. A halo of golden light loomed above it, slowly letting a cup of gold filled with wine which he gently grabbed. The light faded when he pulled the cup down to his chest.

The King of Heroes straightened up his head and admired the liquid inside, making it twirl inside it's vessel. The red of the wine was contrasting with the golden metal, and the daylight accentuated their colors through reflections of the light.

Gilgamesh crossed his legs and put his free arm behind the back of the bench, resting his face in the palm of his hand.

« Saber... No... I shall call you by your real name in due time.» He smiled at this thought. « Whatever your future actions maybe, I am looking forward to what the Grail has made of you»

He gloated at this thought and a sarcastic grin crept upon his face until he decided to take a sip of his delicious nectar.

The gloomy silence of the church was soothing and, despite the discomfort of the place, Gilgamesh always liked to spend some time in there, sometimes talking with Kirei about diverse subjects that revealed the true facets of the Priest. It was ironic to see how much this man of God was in truth an envoy from the depths of hell.

Finally, his thoughts were emptying and serene, reveling in the fruity and sweet taste in his mouth. The presence of familiar mana entering the scene caught his attention, however.

«You're alone? » Resounded the deep voice that the Golden King recognized immediately.

Slightly opening his eyes, the King of heroes looked upon the man standing not far from him, still clad in the spiritual set he was usually in, showing a cold and calculating look as their gaze crossed.

The blond blinked, drinking one last gulp before answering to the priest with a disdainful smile.

« The opposite should come before long.» He replied briefly, with a slightly arrogant and confident tone.

The dark-haired man tilted his head to the side, curious, stepping closer.

« Oh? Your actions of tonight, will they have repercussions on this war, Gilgamesh? Should I be expecting complications from Her?.» Asked the man with black eyes, speaking of Arturia.

His disdained smile changed into an amused one upon hearing the question that he found somewhat stupid.

«All I can say is, Kotomine, that you can cross Saber off the list of the Servants.»

Closing his eyes, the priest slightly lowered his head.

« I see.»

He then began to walk towards the church's doors, still wide open, upon the path of light the Sun was offering him.

« The war now only count six servants. The elimination of the competitors finally begins.»

He grabbed the handles of the doors, pulling them in a loud creaking, under the watchful gaze of Gilgamesh.

« What are you going to do now... Emiya Shirou » The priest expressed his thoughts out loud before the doors closed on him under the sound of metal and wood.

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Note:
I wanted the conversation between Gilgamesh and Kotomine to be short and with little details, first to avoid that an obvious conclusion would repeat from a chapter to another, but also to show the complicity that exists already between them. They have known each other for 10 years after all.

However, I do not remember if Gilgamesh knew the real name of Saber or not, so I stayed vague on this point.