The clear blue sky was no more.
Desolation and chaos ran rampant in the sky, bearing faint undertones of anger and hatred. The clouds clumped together in thick clusters of dismal grey, and consistently erupted with the thrum of heavenly thunder.
Throughout the cloudy physique of the angered sky, blinding bolts of burning white light scampered in every direction, filling the atmosphere with its supercharged might.
As the wind wailed, so too did it send the clouds into a swirling frenzy, creating an eye to a storm of cataclysmic proportions.
Across the landscape, the world suffered the brunt of these terrible conditions. Trees were uprooted, entire hillsides eroded and gave way to dangerous landslides. Nothing was the same.
In the eyes of the innocent creatures of the world was a soul-gripping sense of fear that sent them scurrying. Off into every direction- anywhere that looked even the slightest bit safe.
However, none of them dared to come into the eye of the storm, where there was no rain, no wind, no danger that they could see. Despite it looking safer than anywhere else, none of those fleeing animals sought shelter near the Library.
Even though there was no danger there that they could see, they could feel that getting anywhere close to that place would put them in even worse danger than if they stayed where they were.
The Library was now cast in Heaven's eye. Heaven's terrible, almighty, judgemental eye.
As the storm grew worse, and the Resonance of the Heavenly Daos became louder, the young man descent from the sky was suddenly slowed.
Beyond the eye of the storm, where nothing could be seen but darkness, heavens split open and released a ray of colorless light. To mortal eyes, this light would appear white and seem no different from any other light.
However, the Mother of Scriptures could see what this light truly looked like, and she knew what its appearance meant.
"The Color of Judgement..." She swallowed, and took an unconscious step away from the ray of light.
The young man in the sky was completely naked, but once the light appeared he seemed to be clothed in it. Nothing but his face could be clearly seen, and the long locks of golden hair that spread out around his head.
They were long enough to reach his neck, if he were standing straight.
He was unconscious, but as the light shone on him and his descent continued to slow down, he began to show signs of waking up.
The Mother of Scriptures looked upon this sight with terrified eyes and quivering lips. She lost control of her breathing, and was even struggling to remain standing. She tried to summon her God of Creation level energy, but every time she did so it would falter before dispersing.
She could not even muster up the mental energy to control her own power. She was mortified.
"Mother, what's wron-"
"Silence!" In the most hushed shout she could manage, the Mother of Scriptures silenced the fairy that was speaking.
Continuing to whisper, she said, "Don't any of you dare speak! If you attract the attention of the Heavenly Daos now, then as extensions of myself you would be casting me under the Color of Judgement as well!"
"Be quiet, all of you!"
Seeing that the fairies remained silent, she focused again on the young man in the sky. Though she was clearly afraid, there was the smallest bit of hopefulness in her big orange eyes.
As she waited for something to happen, she began to hold tighter to that trace of hope.
She focused on that person's eyes. They were the most important part of their face, to her.
'If those eyes open... and they're any other color...'
The Mother of Scriptures gulped.
'I'll have nothing to worry about... as long as they aren't...'
The Color of Judgement that was covering the young man's body reached a climactic state, and flashed, filling the world with that colorless light for only an instant. The young man immediately began to move, and slowly opened his eyes.
'As long as they aren't...'
As he slowly came to, the young man looked around at the stormy heavens, and gasped.
His bright red eyes, like the purest pools of blood, were the tell-tale sign that caused the Mother of Scriptures to fall to her knees.
'Red!'
Thunder roared across the sky, and the earth tremored at its voice. The Mother of Scriptures felt the Library shake under her as she sat on the roof. Her legs would no longer listen to her.
At the same moment that Gilgamesh opened his eyes, the Resonance of the Heavenly Daos came to an abrupt end.
There was silence in the heavens-- even the storm was without sound as Gilgamesh awoke.
From the same place that the Color of Judgement originated, there was an indescribable sound. At first, the Mother of Scriptures could not understand it, and even Gilgamesh frowned when he heard it.
However, the sound came again, slightly different this time, but still impossible to understand. However, the third time the sound came, Gilgamesh nodded, and his lips curled into a tiny smile.
The Mother of Scriptures was yet to figure out what the sound was, but she could guess that it was a voice.
"I... am Gilgamesh!"
The sound of his voice, stating his name under the Color of Judgement, brought the Mother of Scriptures to tears. Fearful tears, filled with every worry she could possible harbor. She felt like her death was imminent.
This was Gilgamesh. He had, truly, come to life.
'This cannot be...'
'He shouldn't be here!'
'My Way of Scriptures cannot create life! He should only have been able to exist as an extension of myself, like the fairies. They aren't actual lifeforms, so why is he!?'
In her panic, the Mother of Scriptures almost pulled handfuls of hair from her scalp.
Once more, there was a singular sound that came from the heavens above, beyond the storm.
Gilgamesh's body rotated under the light, and he faced the heavens.
"I am me. That is who I am, and who I always will be from this day forth!"
The Mother of Scriptures could hear the sneer in his voice, and she grew even more uneasy.
'Dial it down, will you!? You're not talking to some scribble of heaven that I dreamed up! This is the real deal!'
The voice came again, louder this time.
"Hahaha! So what if I'm not supposed to be here? I chose to be here. That is all!" Gilgamesh folded his arms, but the Mother of Scriptures could not see his face.
She could only hope and pray that he was not smiling. Or, worse yet...
Smirking.
Gilgamesh kept his arms folded as the sound that only he could understand grew thunderous, and kept his calm.
"Do what you must," he responded.
The Color of Judgement intensified, and even more of its light was brought out into the world. The Mother of Scriptures had to look away from it, as she could not withstand that pure judgemental power without shrinking away.
She lacked firmness. Fortitude. Stability.
All these were things Gilgamesh had acquired the very moment he made himself real; they were qualities he could no longer lose.
Under the almighty heavens, Gilgamesh spread his arms wide and let out a voluminous chuckle. "Give it your best shot! Let's see what heavenly tribulation is like in the real world!"
Hearing this, the Mother of Scriptures choked on her spit and almost broke out into a fit of violent coughing.
'You imbecile! Heavenly tribulation is something I made up! It does not exist outside of my stories, you fucking numbskull!'
'Don't think you know everything!'
Gazing upward with wide, apprehensive eyes, the Mother of Scriptures brought her hand to her mouth and started chewing on her fingernails.
The image of a stubborn Gilgamesh filled her eyes, but she could not see the same arrogance and pride that she had instilled in him. There was something there that she did not recognize.
Something she had not put there, but that he had put there himself.
As she was realizing this, the Color of Judgement flashed once more, and the sound that only Gilgamesh could understand was heard a final time.
It was like an explosion of thunder, and numerous webs of lighting spread out from the eye of the storm as it echoed.
Gilgamesh had no response, but he seemed to falter slightly as he looked around, seemingly expecting something to happen.
Shortly after the last sounding, the heavens were shut and the Color of Judgement faded away, returning to where it had come from.
Then, something appeared.
The Mother of Scriptures shrieked in fright, completely disregarding her own rule and shocking the fairies on her back. She did not care though, and swiftly leapt into the hole in the Library's roof.
She was fleeing.
With the appearance of that something, the sky was torn apart, and the clouds dispersed in every direction, scattering the storm as if it were never there.
Gilgamesh begun falling all over again, as he was no longer directly under Heaven's eye. However, he could see the thing that had appeared.
It was a giant of a thing, clad in heavy black armor and dirty rags, caked in a dried mixture of blood and mud. From under the helm, long blonde hair escaped and fell down the being's back.
It clutched in its right hand a long, rusted and chipped sword with a thick blade. It seemed far too heavy to be held in one hand, yet the being held it comfortably, as though it was but a twig.
There was a waft of energy on its armored body that traveled to and was absorbed by the sword. Beyond that energy, there was no sign at all of any kind of power coming from that being.
Yet, the sight of this thing was all it took to put the fear of Heaven into Gilgamesh's heart all over again.
It spoke, in a voice like a dying animal, and started to glide through the air toward Gilgamesh.
"To... test... the way..."