After leaving the dungeon Ishval followed Azraels directions to the nearest city or to be more precise to where the nearest city should be and that lead them through a monster infested hell hole of a jungle. Which lead them to St.peter the holy city and apparently I'm not allowed in without a pass from the church the guards were very clear on that fact" you're not allowed in without signed documents from the church".
This is great just fabulous I mean what is the best kind of city...the kind you can't get in apparently." Look just let me in I can go get the pass from this church" Azreal seems rather instant on stating that last time we were here you didn't need a pass to get in." Sorry not allowed in without a pass this is just a safety measure to make sure no bandits enter the city" and I thought airport security was bad" then where do I get the pass from" this is actually going to give me an aneurism and I also bet that this city is filled with bandits." You have to get the pass from the church inside the city" oh my fucking God.
Then as if the universe was answering my prayers there was an explosion a mile back and it caught their attention and they went racing toward the explosion. Since they were gone it would be a shame to waste this opportunity to get a pass and I strolled in and once I was in I was greeted to a beautiful city and even more assholes.
As soon as I was in all I heard was have you joined the church or are you a member of the church I don't know who they prayed to, he was first on my list, I mean what asshole has members like this praying to them and information is a key part in battle so I needed to find out the name. I stopped a nearby preacher and asked the name of his god" you must not be from around here if you haven't heard of our God,if you go to the church you can find more about our God Ishval" oh you have to be fucking kidding me.
" It should be no surprise many people thought of you as the people's hero, a shield for the weak to hide behind and a sword to fight for them".
"Yes I understand that, being someone's hero is different then being someone's God, if I'm God here and there's an entire city of people praying to me shouldn't I get the power from those prayers". As always he went silent, I made my way into the market area and the walls were packed with stalls with people selling things but I had no money. So, I kept walking until I was pulled from my thoughts by a loud commotion I look over to see a man covered in golden armor you could feel magic radiating from him.
" I said give me the sword it'll do better in my hands then some fake God" the man was arguing with an old tree woman " a Spriggan to be exact" are they nice or are they the skyrim kind ? "You'd be wise not to disrespect our god, he's real alright I saw him when I was a mere sapling and I would let my offering be taken by a herald" the man scoffed at the old spriggans tale and yanked the sword away" well unlike your god my god Gilgamesh chose me to represent his power and I have no need to fear your god with Gilgamesh watching over me" I think this man is challenging me in my own city but can I take him ?
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" Your stronger than you know, you doubt yourself because you don't have the memories of experience, your body remembers let it take control and you will destroy him" so far Azreal is a true friend and an invaluable asset of course I'd never admit that. I walked up to the towering man" I believe she said it wasn't for sale give it back or you won't like the consequences" the man turned around and looked at me" you dare stand against a herald boy" oh great the I'm close to being a God type " I'll give you one chance to give back the sword or I'll take it from you" he grabbed the stolen sword and swung it at me and I let my body do the work. I grabbed the blade and palm struck his wrist making him let go of the sword, I examined the sword it was a beautiful work of art it resembles a Pakistan claymore with engravings.
But i guess he wasn't finish because he pulled out a broad axe and sliced horizontally but as soon as the axe made contact with my armor the axe shattered.
"Yes I understand that, being someone's hero is different then being someone's God, if I'm God here and there's an entire city of people praying to me shouldn't I get the power from those prayers". As always he went silent, I made my way into the market area and the walls were packed with stalls with people selling things but I had no money. So I kept walking until I was pulled from my thoughts by a loud commotion I look over to see a man covered in golden armor you could feel magic radiating from him.
" I said give me the sword it'll do better in my hands then some fake God" the man was arguing with an old tree woman " a Spriggan" are they nice or are they the skyrim kind ? "You'd be wise not to disrespect our god, he's real alright I saw him when I was a mere sapling and I would let my offering be taken by a herald" the man scoffed at the old spriggans tale and yanked the sword away" well unlike your god my god Gilgamesh chose me to represent his power and I have no need to fear your god with Gilgamesh watching over me" I think this man is challenging me in my city but can I take him ?
" Your stronger than you know, you doubt yourself because you don't have the memories of experience, your body remembers let it take control and you will destroy him" so far Azreal is a true friend and an invaluable asset of course I'd never admit that. I walked up to the towering man" I believe she said it wasn't for sale give it back or you won't like the consequences" the man turned around and looked at me" you dare stand against a herald boy" oh great the I'm close to being a God type " I'll give you one chance to give back the sword or I'll take it from you" he grabbed the stolen sword and swung it at me and I let my body do the work. I grabbed the blade and palm struck his wrist making him let go of the sword, I examined the sword it was a beautiful work of art it resembles a Pakistan claymore with engravings.
But i guess he wasn't finish because he pulled out a broad axe and sliced horizontally but as soon as the axe made contact with my armor the axe shattered.