In a world where evil subsidies,

Does it really vanish? Or it just hides?

No being who births comes with a heart filled with vile,

Yet then why does evil thrive even on land fertile?

Where is it then, from where does evil originate?

After all, younglings know no better than to imitate.

The young child has eyes filled with gleam.

Why did destiny astray him from his dream?

The blind king as he is now called,

Wasn't always deemed a tyrannical lord,

For even though for Alzephezion he longed,

He cautioned to never have anyone wronged.

The man was once an innocent boy,

But due to the wheel of fate fell for the God's ploy,

He was the son of the one who oversaw the holy mill of Babylon,

The granary of which stored ration for each one and all.

His father, an ardent believer he had credence, 

Not in God but in human"s allegiance.

He believed that unity of humanity can trounce upon the greatest Daemon of the Death,

Preventing it from taking away many healthy breath.

The Daemon of Death in question, is Starvation,

The leading cause when not crisis,

It slowly eradicates civilization,

Be it men abhorrent or pious.

The other Daemons, he believed, could be conquered through conquest and war,

But hunger was an enemy that can only kept at bay, and never be kept on shore.

So for when Starvation on the command of Death will march upon Mesopotamian people,

He, the one over the command on holy mill, will prevent death lethal.

For this purpose he built many innovations,

Crafted storages and made preparations.

And that is why even when Starvation struck Nile which didn't flood for years seven,

Not a single soul perished which pleased the heaven,

This was due to the service of thee of the holy mill,

Who rationed ample of food for others because of his pure goodwill.

So God descended from Heaven and blessed the one's lineage who ruined Death's folly,

Told him that he and his son will never have to rely on The Nile for their survival surely. 

But the man of the mill, strong in his faith,

Refused the offer and called the God a wraith.

On face of God he commented

”I am no fool, for I understand your wickedness,

You are no hero when your acts are so villainous,

If it was your motive to satiate us,

You could have helped at once.

But you turned your eye blind,

Upon us who suffered Death's rage.

You let us be confined,

In Starvation's cage.

You want to bless me who denied Death a victory,

But that will lead to a fate worse than getting buried under hickory.

If I must, I will fight Death alone.

But when Death greets me, I will greet him and atone.

For I have disrespected his goodwill of freeing mortals from their toils,

And letting our children have freedom to roam freely upon our soils.

I am no fool, I will not shudder.

My faith is in humanity is absolutely utter."

After hearing which God lamented.

For God was being generous,

but he was met with speech atrocious.

That is why when while leaving God saw Enlil boy impressionable,

He offered the same blessing to the boy vulnerable.

The gay boy accepted the blessing with good appraisal,

But his father deemed his diffidence to God as betrayal.

Hence he was abandoned on a night when the fire glowed blue,

Seeding hatred against humanity in his soul that ever since grew.

“Alzephezion, a lie to waste life!

You are now a bastard to me, this holy mill, and my wife!

Never again set foot near the holy Nile,

By accepting God's offer it is nature that you have defiled!"

The last words of his father rang in his ears, 

Bringing his soul to the brink of tears.

For even though Alzephezion he sought,

That wasn't the reason why God's offer he bought.

But alas he wasn't even given a chance to defend,

And thus grew his resentment.

When the next time he stood on the ground of the holy mill,

It was the dawn of winter and he was chill.

The Refineries silent now didn't churned

For the mill of razed till ground was burned.

The graves of his parents were laid,

Under the hickory where stood the spade.

He was no longer an innocent boy.

Conquest now was his only joy.

Thus Enlil as now he is known,

Destroyer of land on that day was born.

Now that very destroyer stands in front,

Of destruction unlike he had ever seen on any of his hunt.

Such was the might of Gilgamesh he witnessed,

The one who had been blessed by Thane couldn't be restrained.

He had freed the people of Uruk from Death itself,

Having riches from all shores flow to the commoners' shelves.

Now his might against Enlil,

Gilgamesh unleashed,

The rage of the rainstorm stopped,

The flames and the wind walloped.

“Uttering nonsense now that your trump was ruined?

Calling upon fake foes to your biddings?

Oh, you are nothing but a laugh!

I will now end you with my divine wrath!"

“Ea, Mai!"

The sword of rapture,

The one star that splits heaven and Earth,

The very fabric of reality now fragile fracture.

The sword of rapture,

Was bought by him in all its glamour.

The ultimate weapon of destruction,

It was the sword of rapture.

Even Enlil feared the weapon Gilgamesh summoned, the games were over their deaths were near.

The calamity brought by Ea was unprecedented,

The whole castle crumbled down to become unmanifested.

Earth shook and the sky roared,

The red glory of Ea showed.

Capable of eliminating anything that exists,

Ea had known no bounds to what it can make extinct.

“I will end your reign on this planet today, I will change the ruler even if I can't change the game!"

“Then so be it!" Enlil proclaimed,

Breaking the staff in his hand with a blade.

"You have brought this on yourself!"

unleashing a void of pure Khaos,

Rose darkness from the great beyond.

Everything was calm.

“Banished to the forsaken realms,

You are to fend for yourself."

A voice dictated, vanishing in the darkness

As senses started to san.

Gilgamesh lost his sight,

His consciousness ran.

“Don't forget I am the master of flares,

No amount of darkness can shut my glares.

I ignite the might of the holy flames,

Come and cleanse these voids; curse by Thanes!”

A flame of great glory,

Came forth to break folly,

He hadn't realized it yet,

But he had lost the bet...

This is the place where his journey will commence.

Till here was the prologue,

The show has just begun.