Author's Note: You may be wondering, why are we here,— just to suffer the pain that Nathaniel, Acier, and Sebastian endured?
No! Not today!
Today, justice will be served. Lucius will answer for his crimes,— past, present, and future,— and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
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Disclaimer: This is a short, chaotic fanfic written purely for fun. Do not expect deep lore, serious storytelling, or logical plot progression,— only Gilgamesh, memes, and Lucius' suffering.
Also, shoutout to "hmak27230", and go check out one of the greatest Black Clover fanfics to ever exist, hmak's own fanfic: "Reborn As Papa Silva".
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| A fellow Fanfic Author's 1st Person Pov:
I am what you might call a lost soul,— a drifting specter in the great, unfulfilled void that is the afterlife,— a small, white wisp of consciousness, wandering aimlessly through "nothing."
How long have I been here? Days? Weeks? Years? Time doesn't exist in this abyss, so I wouldn't know.
One moment, I was enjoying a fanfic written by one of my fellow colleagues, an absolute banger of a story about Black Clover named "Reborn As Papa Silva", when I made a fatal mistake,— I got too emotional.
The last chapter hit me so hard that my vision blurred, my balance wavered, and before I knew it, I was plummeting from the fourth floor straight into the soft, welcoming embrace of… concrete.
And now I'm here. Dead, spectral, trapped in an existential limbo with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.
And oh, how I hate Lucius Zogratis.
No, hate isn't strong enough, hate is too fleeting, too mortal. My soul itself has been seared with the pain of his actions, and that bastard's schemes led me here, and so, Julius,— no, Lucius,— needs to die.
And I will be the one to make it happen.
But first… I need a body. And just as that thought settles in my mind, a voice echoes through the void,— powerful, commanding, yet somehow no louder than a whisper.
"I can help you with that, child." A shiver runs down my nonexistent spine, as I try to look for the source of the voice, which is pretty damn difficult when you lack eyes, but I feel it,— an undeniable presence, vast and omnipotent.
"Don't bother searching." the voice continues, amused. "I am everywhere… and nowhere at the same time."
Mysterious, cryptic, and definitely overpowered,— that's exactly the kind of entity I need right now. "Then I accept your help!" I declare, my voice sharp with hunger, the hunger for vengeance.
The presence hums, pleased, and warmth wraps around my formless soul like an embrace. "I know, child. That is why I am here,— to grant you the strength you seek, the power to fulfill your long-awaited wish."
Oh? Now this is interesting. So will I have no need to awaken a grimoire? No need to be reborn as some weakling who has to train from scratch? This is shaping up better than expected. "What kind of strength are we talking about, if I may ask?" I ask, my mind already swirling with delicious possibilities.
Perhaps swords? Magic? Something beyond magic?
The entity chuckles then,— a deep, reverberating sound filled with intrigue.
"Now, now, where's the fun in telling you everything? How about this,— I send you on your way, and you figure it out yourself?"
...Ah. So that's how it is.
I can practically feel this being smirking in whatever non-existent expression it has.
"Fine by me..." I say, my excitement growing stronger, "As long as I can achieve my dream."
"Good." And just like that, an incomprehensible power surges through me.
My mind expands, and my very soul is rewritten. Waves of memories,— of golden gates, divine weapons, and a king whose arrogance was unmatched,— flood into me.
That made a slow smirk creep onto my still non-existent face. Ho~? This… This will be very good.
Lucius. Oh, Lucius.
You have no idea what's coming,— for I am no mere mortal anymore, no simple magician, and no pawn in your grand scheme.
I am from now on, Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. And you, mongrel, are about to experience true suffering.
[Insert Gilgamesh's laugh]
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| Chapter 01 of "All My Homies Hate Lucius Fanfic" |
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