[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

Do you believe that people who are too kind really die of a broken heart?

Gilgamesh stopped under the corridor, stared at the two people sleeping together in a pool of blood without saying a word for a long time, then closed his eyes a little tiredly, and the conversation a few days ago played back repeatedly in his mind, as far away as if It's like a lifetime away.

"I would like to ask you to grant citizenship to Prince Agauruk of Kish."

Gilgamesh was playing with the chess pieces in his hand, smiling and seeing everything: "A citizen of Uruk who intends to assassinate the king?"

"It was King Kish who assassinated you, not Aga." Kalia's eyes were as firm as his words, "I remember that you never let your anger go."

"But this king will never forgive anyone who dares to do something to this king." Gilgamesh smiled sharply and cruelly, "If you can persuade him to give up revenge, I don't mind arranging a guard for you-but this king It is very doubtful that this promise will be fulfilled.”

"I believe in Aga." Kalia's words were exactly the same as when he asked him to take Aga to Ur. "There is no one in the world who is more upright and kind-hearted than him, so I believe him."

Integrity and kindness, Gilgamesh muttered these two words silently, with an extremely bitter smile on his lips, the more upright and kind a person is, the more desperate he will be when his faith collapses.There is only black and white in his eyes. After the white part is erased, there is only black, which is deeper than the purest hatred.

Fortunately, Enkidu is still with me.Gilgamesh thought this way, as long as Enkidu is there, I can conquer even hell.

He felt more tired than ever, and now he just wanted to go back to Enkidu, hold his treasure and escape into the dreamland, so that he would not have to face this manipulative god and cruel fate for a while.

"Are you awake, Enkidu?" The bedroom was brightly lit, but no one answered his question.The memories of Enkidu's coma flooded into his mind, Gilgamesh frowned unhappily, opened the door and turned up the volume: "Enkidu, what are you doing?"

Enkidu was standing at his desk, looking at the odd chessboard that Gilgamesh had been working on.Seeing Gilgamesh's obsession with this new game, he also learned it curiously for a while, but he couldn't understand those weird rules and Gilgamesh's unbelievable way of playing chess. In the end, he could only be a little unwilling give up. "That's good," Gilgamesh once comforted him. "Chess, like war, is a game of intrigue and power. A kind person like you doesn't need to learn this."

Conspiracy, and tactics.He accidentally dropped the Sumerian map near the chessboard today, and he finally understood why Gilgamesh said this.

What Gilgamesh was obsessed with every day was not this chess game with weird rules that no one could understand, but the entire Sumerian game.The "chariot" that was pinned down was Lagash, who had to sign an armistice agreement with Uruk because of a sudden palace coup, the "castle" that was destroyed was Ur that was razed to the ground, and the "soldier" who was invincible after leaving the restriction " is the genius inventor of Uruk, as for the "king" who has just been overthrown, it is King Kish who died inexplicably after a failed assassination attempt.

All kinds of mysteries that had been pressed in my heart for a year were gradually unraveled, but the sense of disappointment that I had never felt before filled my heart at the moment when the mysteries were solved.It turns out that "Gilgamesh really erased the cruel and cruel side of his personality and became a good king" has always been just his own wishful thinking. The truth is so cruel. What the hero king of Uruk pursues has never changed. And the way he pursues this hegemony has always been the same, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

Hearing the familiar voice, Enkidu raised his head, his unprecedented cold eyes made Gilgamesh hesitate for a few seconds, then he smiled indifferently, and his words were calm and even slightly joking: "It seems that I shouldn't teach you Play chess."

"You killed King Kish." He said it affirmatively.

Gilgamesh looked at him silently, his blood-red eyes were as cold as glaciers that never melted.Enkidu felt a little suffocated, and he wondered if this was the most authentic expression of Uruk King Gilgamesh, cruel, indifferent, and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals.

"That's right." Gilgamesh's tone was flat and straightforward, "This king is not generous enough to easily forgive the person who assassinated me."

The hidden meaning in the words made Enkidu's face pale, he lifted the chessboard, stood up and walked out: "Where is Aga...you are not allowed to touch him!"

Gilgamesh hugged him from behind, his knife-like lips fell behind his ear, tender but so cold.

"It's better not to see it. I have handed over to Sargon the funeral of him and Kalia."

Enkidu fell into Gilgamesh's arms stiffly, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen into ice because of this sentence.

Today is Aga's birthday. Yesterday he and Kalia were planning together to prepare a grand celebration for the 18-year-old Prince Kish. Kalia was still having a headache about what gift to give. The eyes are full of sweet anxiety.

But now, they are going to prepare the funeral for Aga and Kalia.

"Did I never leave my forest from the very beginning?" Enkidu's voice was trembling, "If I hadn't come to Uruk and met you, wouldn't Diarmuid have to go? Kish, you will not launch a war against Kish, Aga will not meet Kalia, everyone...don't have to die, don't need to be sad..."

"You're not wrong, Enkidu." Gilgamesh kissed the back of his neck and repeated through gritted teeth, "Wrong, it's those gods who play with people's hearts..."

He pushed Gilgamesh's arm away, and a cold smile appeared on his extremely angry face: "You have always said that, Gilgamesh, but what you have done is more cruel and ruthless than the god you hate -"

"Shut up!" Gilgamesh interrupted him abruptly, with a stern voice as if he wanted to cover up something, but also as if he wanted to confirm something: "Everyone can deny me and accuse me, only you can't!"

Something in the heart shattered suddenly, making a clear sound.Enkidu stood at the door with a pale face, the continuous pain in his chest blurred his vision.

—You can't stop him, and your kind soul will only be scarred more by his side.The voice of the god of heaven echoed in his mind, merciful and sad, as effective as a curse.

At that time, I also vowed that no matter what happens, I will not regret going back to him.

At that time, he also promised me that no matter where we go, we will be together.

"I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you now, Enkidu." After venting his anger, Gilgamesh showed a rare tired look on his face. He walked past Enkidu without raising his head, and fell on the bed with his head up. "I'm going to sleep first, and when I wake up, you can beat me or scold you as much as you want."

Enkidu, who was standing stiffly at the door, still didn't answer, Gilgamesh closed his eyes angrily, but the next second, the heavy falling sound hit his heart hard.Feeling ominous, he sat up quickly, and what he saw was Enkidu's half-kneeling figure at the door, bright red liquid gushing from his lips, gradually staining his pure white robe.

——Do you believe that a person who is too kind really will be hurt or even die because of a broken heart?

At the end of summer, envoys from Mali, the most remote city-state in Sumer, came to court. So far, Uruk completely unified Sumer and became the overlord of the city-states.The name of the hero king of Uruk is known to everyone in the land of Sumer, and his deeds are widely sung and admired by thousands of people.

But all of this is completely meaningless to King Gilgamesh.

Enkidu's health never recovered.This time, even the grass of eternal life, which was very effective before, was completely useless.Soon, he found that there was nothing else for him to do but stay by Enkidu's bedside and watch his thinning face.

He heard the sneer of the aloof god, cold and cruel full of mockery.

You see, in the end, you still lost to your own destiny.The mighty King Gilgamesh is truly invincible, not even the Goddess of War can harm you one iota.But you who are so powerful still can't change yourself or Enkidu's fate.In the end, you still can only watch his life gradually dissipate, full of regret, helpless.

When winter was coming, Enkidu was awake for no more than 2 hours a day.The only thing he could see in these two hours was Gilgamesh's disheveled face, his blood-red eyes were bloodshot, and his gloomy gaze looked extremely terrifying.

Do you recharge your batteries for 22 hours a day and then stare at me trying to scare me to death when I wake up?He wanted to say this, but he no longer had the stamina for such an almost extravagant taunt.

——He thought that even with such a frightening gaze, he probably wouldn't be able to look at it for too long.

"A liar who speaks nothing." The mighty Uruk hero king knelt beside his bed, reaching out to touch his eyelids, his hoarse and trembling voice spread in the silence, like a stubborn child, "Don't think that this king I will let you go."

"Finally, there is one thing that exceeded your expectations... Jill." He laughed heartlessly when he heard this sentence, full of prank pleasure, but his excessively weak body distorted the smile into something uglier than crying "It's true that I can't stop you...but..."

Enkidu coughed violently, and blood dripped onto the plain white bed sheet, like scarlet flowers blooming unscrupulously in the color of death.Gilgamesh blocked it with his hands, so the red color became a red river between his fingers, which could not be stopped and cut off.

"There is no but. If you dare to leave me, I will let you know what cruelty is... If you dare to leave me, I will destroy everything you like..."

He leaned over and kissed the man's cold, bloodstained lips.The strong smell of blood filled the empty heart like despair.

"Open your eyes, please, my Enkidu."

Take one more look at me, look at my own hands, and destroy this world you love so much.

The lock of the sky is over.

The author has something to say: finish the routine long FT or something...

At the beginning of the story, I just wanted to conceive a story about LostBeloved.

I like the youthful and arrogant feeling of Shane in "Gilgamesh". The love they have experienced is like first love, young and unscrupulous.They fight together, bully God together, cry together and laugh together, all the legends are branded by two people, their happiness is so enviable.In the end, like all myths, those who are too happy can't even stand with God, and Enki, a creature of God, is killed, turning all the happiness of Gilgamesh into a curse.

In fact, I don't agree with the ending of the epic. I always feel that for Gilgamesh, any external force is enough to take Enkidu away from him, except Enkidu himself.Maybe it’s because we live in an age where there is no stage for gods, and Oedipus-the-King’s tragedies look so pale that we can’t help but scrutinize them. Therefore, compared to the cheating ending in the epic, I hope that what I write is the collapse of the human heart. Understanding, about trust and betrayal, about fragile but persistent love.

They are so strong that invincible demons cannot defeat them, the endless darkness and fear of the underworld cannot separate them, and the temptation of gods cannot take away each other's fetters, but in the end, they lost to themselves.

In my definition King Gilgamesh (before Enkidu's death) has always been like a wayward child, he must get what he wants, and it doesn't matter what others say-but this is "others".The basis of his willfulness is Enkidu's unlimited tolerance for him. When Enkidu said to him one day, "You are doing this wrong", he felt a more serious collapse than the disintegration of love: Someone he trusted with all his heart denied him.This feeling made him feel at a loss and panic, just like everyone under the Tower of Babel suddenly couldn't understand each other's language, and all the tacit understanding disappeared in an instant.And when people feel insecure, they are often easy to accidentally hurt, especially those they cherish.

As for Enkidu, what I most want to show is his role as a "sword sheath" in Gilgamesh's wayward life.In the original epic, when Gilgamesh proposed to fight the devil, Enkidu didn't want to go at all because he had a premonition of danger, but he still went to protect Gilgamesh when he couldn't dissuade Gilgamesh.I understand that Enkidu’s kindness is roughly like this. He has always been soberly aware that he can’t change Gilgamesh’s actions, and he doesn’t think there is anything wrong with Gilgamesh’s ideals, but the part of his soul that is God’s creation is not. He couldn't accept Gilgamesh like this, and in the end he could only criticize himself—how can a person be kind enough to choose this way of living?I admit that there are logical problems in the final ending, but after I finished writing Lan Yan's ending, I really didn't want to follow the original idea to let the two people go from love to hatred and finally meet each other, so I also became that damn god, give Xiao En made such a nonsensical way of dying.Looking back, this ending is actually not that low in abuse, after all, no matter from what point of view, the one who is left behind will always be the most painful.

In the end, I still want to apologize to those who have been abused, and promise that Killing God will give everyone (including those who have not appeared so far) a proper explanation in the end.I have always believed that the motivation to write fanfiction is because we love our characters so persistently, hoping to give them the happiness they deserve but cannot obtain due to various reasons.