[N/A:Warning this chapter has spoilers.]
The dark clouds flashed in the discontent of the gods, the rain pouring thousands of liters of water on those who walked on earth.
In the middle of this, two slightly injured figures watched the third.
Fallen, wounded, and humiliated by her Ishtar loss she looks hatefully at the proud king and his toy.
"It seems that at last this poor excuse of the goddess understands the place she belongs to, in the dirt just below my feet, as it feels to know that her beloved bull has been destroyed by the hand of two ist mortals.
Enraged, the goddess rises, floating at 5 or 6 meters, wounded, dirty looking furiously at the king and the being that humiliated her.
"Do you think you won the king of Uruk? Your disregard for the gods will not be silenced! however, I will be merciful and forget your insult to the gods if you agree to be my lover. "
* Laughs * "See Enkidu, she thinks she has some power around here! Spare me your useless litany Goddess, your words are nothing more than a child's tantrum when you don't get what you want! such and the foolishness of the gods even when fallen still think they can just rule us as if we were simple dogs "
"In fact my king, I believe that the useless goddess needs to learn about thinking about such nonsense."
Ishtar was smoking silently as he listened to the words of beings who dared to mock his power, his ire was such that his eyes slowly turned red, but as he came he went away, and instead, the temperamental anger was replaced by cold and hard hatred, with a smile sadistic the goddess decides, her right-hand rises with her left holding her wrist, in the familiar shape of a gun, on the tip of her index finger a small light forms.
While doing this, Ishtar spoke.
"How much arrogance for someone who was raised by us, King of Uruk, do you think that everything you have or possess comes from your own deeds? What a fool! Your kingdom, your wealth, your power, and even the being you call a friend! outside of us that we give it and just as we gave it we can also take them out! "
Tem slows him down, the puppet standing in a quiet pose with a remarkably boring face and the king with folded arms with a look of mockery showing a complete image of superiority, 'That will be your downfall' The light of his indicator started to shine intensely ishta aimed the curse is preparing for the shot...
splash
For the same to fail at the last second when she felt an intense pain coming from her chest, moving her head mechanically her head the goddess sees something that really should be impossible, her eyes widen when she sees the tip of a black blade coming out of her chest, this would normally not be a problem because as a goddess she was practically immortal, and whenever she suffered a death blow she could simply be reborn in the underworld and bring her wrath on the fool who thought she could kill her.
That is why she was frightened when she saw her own Icor come out of the wound, but it was impossible as only an anti-divine and Ant-Immortality weapon could kill gods, nor could Gilgamash's sword be able to do that because the gods were smart enough to give a weapon that he would be reluctant to use his full power.
A king would not be a king without his subjects or his kingdom and he as a collector would not dare harm his beloved garden, only Ea's total power could kill the gods, because without the world they would be unable to be reborn.
Watching stunning vital essence flow down the blade the goddess for the first time feels something she has never felt in her life ...
Fear.
Time returns in that instant, ignoring the sound of surprised gasps in the distance.
Terrified, she looks up, looking at her back, the goddess meets two pairs of lilac eyes that shone like an amethyst, she flinched when she registered the emotions inside, Disdain and the deepest Hate.
Her lips parted and with a wet cough the woman asks her executioner,
* Coughs * "wh-what?"
The answering voice surprises the goddess.
"Why did you kill my Ummum". Answers the child in a whisper.
That was the last thing she heard, instantly her vision splits in two before she drowns in the darkness.
And in a fluid movement, the girl keeps her sword, watching with satisfaction the two halves of the body that belonged to the being who murdered her mother, fall to the ground.
"Who dares interrupt my battle?"
Kuro automatically moves his head towards the sound, cursing himself internally for looking at the remains of the most hateful being of his biological family, when he should have disappeared as soon as the action was done.
Without wanting to, her eyes move from her king, whose temper was about to explode, to the figure beside her whom she had known since her tender youth.
Tall with long green hair and eyes that shone like emerald with a beautiful androgynous appearance with white robes, his face was not hostile, in fact, he was kind and affectionate with a touch of curiosity and confusion as one recognizes something in the small figure that floated in his ahead, but we don't understand what or why.
A word slipped from his lips, loud enough for him to hear.
"Ummum". she said wistfully.
The child's voice was brittle.
Enkidu wanted more than ever to take the little being in his arms and caress him, showing all his love so that he never becomes sad and lonely again.
It is he did not know why.
the little moment had been broken when his king's voice rose, demanding answers.
"Mogrel, do you dare to ignore your king? answer me right now! ". Said the king of heroes with his on the edge, looking intently at the being hidden under the hood.
Awakening from his trance, and knowing the possible effects it would cause if his origin were discovered, kuro did something that would be extremely smart for someone who could not fight two beings recognized for their strength at full capacity.
Synchro start.
The image of a silver star nucleus shines inside a chamber, with 72 translucent cylinders full of prana sense, one of these cylinders emptying 1/10 of its power, directing the fuel with one of the pipes that were there.
1% would be enough.
With that, she focuses on the runes that marked the bracelet on her arm, the sensation of tugging on her navel, and the only warning before she disappears.
The last thing she saw was her angry king with the gates appearing before being stopped by his distressed friend.