“Will their strengths combine or will they be shattered by the undivine?

Only time will find.

In the eternity before time was recorded,

Genisis was end and Khaos thwarted.

In the era of darkness with shining light,

Many entities fought for God's title and right.

These entities knew nothing but spite.

Only knew voracity for power, lust for fight.

Civility a concept to them as distant as the Star Hopeless,

Humanity or Benevolent values that were absent in that Universe yolkless.

Until a ray of light reached their soul.

After a great battle The Trinity of Six took control.

A battle that decided fate.

Brought forth heavens' current state.

The battle that fragmented Khaos, 

Led to establishment of the Court of Deyous,

The God of Justice he declared himself,

Called all of his followers Ephilaties's Guelph.

This court led by the six Gods of each Trinity,

Decided the fate of the forlorn divinity. 

Seven realms for torture and torment,

The fallen God's who lost the battle of creation were sent to seven hells as punishment.

One such realm, was that of The Starving Gods. 

They were serving thier sentence starving like dogs.

Thier existence once a testament to the glory of the otherworldly race,

Now they just chew with their large organs on whatever dirt they can embrace. 

Such a humiliating fall from grace.

This was to show them their place.

It also served well to those who dare oppose the new overlords as a warning. 

For no one dared to raise a brow against the Trinity of Six after hearing Starving Gods' mourning. 

Except for the one brave who dared.

Rebellion against Gods he declared.

Now charging at his full capacity,

Gilgamesh tore through the air towards the Staving Gods having no limits to their rapacity.

Behind him with all of his might came Enkidu in tandem,

Trying to keep up with Gilgamesh's pace phantom.

Soon, The Starving Gods were in sight,  

Gilgamesh stared with his eyes to gain insights,

He looked at their gargantuan postures

They posed and reeked hellish textures.

A grotesque figure with long horns made up of dried rotten flesh.

As tall as mountain with both ground and each other they were enmeshed.

Slender limbs but even slender heads,

They were barely kept together like cloth mesh with a thread.

Gilgamesh, ready to attack, summoned a mighty sword,

Time to finish starving overlords.

As he set his trajectory,

Akin to murderous adversary,

Walloping the creature like thunder,

He hit one of the starved to asunder, 

But to his dismay, even though killing it was his intent

It seemed like an achievement distant.

For all he made to the being was a scratch,

While unintentionally attaining the attention of the rest of the batch. 

The starving gods were no ordinary enemies,

For they have existed since before eternities,

Once lesser Gods themselves, even the Greater Gods couldn't get rid of them,

Hence banished them and drove them insane as a punishment.

Seeing the colossal monstrosities soaring

Gilgamesh was alerted by their mourning.

As he made another slash,

One of the disfigured beasts used its entirety to clash,

Jumped to touch the skyline The beast would have slammed,

Leaving Gilgamesh rammed

If it wasn't for the one he damned,

Because Enkidu swooped and reprised,

Rescuing Gilgamesh from a certain demise. 

As the ground shook,

Enkidu rescued Gilgamesh with a hook,

He was the commander of a vortex of chains,

Which on his demand could manifest any shape, whether a hook, spearhead, or cane.

“Filthy beast how you dare!

Touching me with your uncleansed hand, that too bare!

The consequences of your actions, do you not care!

I am the kin—"

“Shut up at once!" Enkidu shouted an enraged flair,

Looked at Gilgamesh with a vengeful glare.

”I have been summoned here against my will too,

Wish to go back to my realm just as you do!

Can't you understand the task we have been given,

Instead of petty bickering shouldn't you be driven?!

For we were amidst the flames of war,

With the result for both of us being draw, 

Are you not willing to end your battle?

To protect your honour, and your valour?!

“Never did I ask for your generosity,

Or your help or your amorosity!

My valour is mine to defend,

And to that end,

I will die even if it is to be a shame!

I refuse to take help from a sham,

Got it, you partial ram!

If you want to have my allegiance best me in battle with diligence,

I see you manifest the chains capable of binding Gods,

Why don't you use them to kill them,

Don't be a coward like dogs!

Perhaps using them against me in the battle we fought,

Would have ensured victory and thus escape that you sought!"

At that all that Enkidu had to claim—

“I am partially a bull, not a ram!"

He then threw Gilgamesh  with his Charybdis of chains,

And thus began their second conflict on the plains.

This conflict will determine their fate,

Will bring out the mightiest of states.

As Gilgamesh collided against a mountain range,

It was shattered by the King's exchange.

This brought forth a smile on the King's face,

For he knew this battle will be the real game,

Two powerful beasts besting each other,

To prove their might, they usher.

One blow after another, they started their battle.

But the starving gods were now aware,

Of their existence and their despair.

They were not going to sit ideally,

They were hungry, so unearthly.

With all his power Enkidu would chain,

Both the forthcoming adversity and Gilgamesh are the same,

For now, was on the line his fame,

He couldn't possibly lose this game.

“You will help me get out of this mess,

We will kill these Gods together unless,

You do wish to get eaten by these Gods

Like you are being fed to dogs."

With that proclamation, Enkidu felt empowered.

But his chains by both Gilgamesh and the starving gods were overpowered.

For his chain are excellently capable as Gods' restraint,

But Gilgamesh  was a king and the starving gods profane.

“So this is the full extent of your power?

How laughable, what a downer!”

Then Gilgamesh broke free and least in the air,

With a tear in the atmosphere he declares:

“The strongest of kings and destroyers of angels, I am none other than the great lord of fatal,

This right here and right now I summon,

One of the finest sword I posses,

Avalon, action!"

A glimmering sword came forth,

With it Gilgamesh attacked in sorth,

Wishing no best the beast he met,

Yet something didn't seem fit.

For he didn't use a powerful blow,

That would lethally make the blood flow,

Rather only enough to put him down to ground,

Confused and astounded.

The beast had a clear opening in the moment,

When Gilgamesh stood as he contemplated,

Like a vulnerable bird,

He stood without feathers.

Yet Enkidu didn't attack,

Gilgamesh, seeing that, was taken aback.

The both of them had spared each other for reasons they cannot yet understand.

For both of them are still young, naive, and thus wish to withstand.

Withstand from coming to terms.

With their own emotions.

As the attack of Enkidu stopped,

One of the Staving atrocity upon him stomped.

But he wasn't crushes, he was surprised.

For he lived due to the service of the one he thought he despised.

“Don't get any idea wrong!

I am just repaying for the favour before the debt long!

Now that we are on the same page,

Let's kill these hideous beings and resume our game!"

In reality both had gain mutual admiration for each other,

But admit it they would stubbornly not rather.

But showing reflectance,

Both had formally formed an alliance.

Now what will become of the Starving Gods?

Will they be slaughtered like sacrificial dogs?

The time has come.

They are now one.

Their friendship patched.

Fate detached