What if myths - The people of Urak summon Pumpkin to kill Gilgamesh! #fa...

The whispers of rebellion echoed through Uruk's streets, carried on the hot desert wind. In dimly lit taverns and crowded marketplaces, the people's desperation grew. Their prayers to the gods had gone unanswered, leaving them with one last, terrible option.

"We summon Pumpkin, the demon of vengeance," they chanted in hushed tones, their words a desperate incantation.

Meanwhile, in the opulent royal bedchamber, Gilgamesh reclined on silken sheets, his muscular form glistening with sweat. The scent of exotic oils and spent passion hung heavy in the air. He gazed at the beautiful woman beside him, her dark hair cascading over bronze skin.

"Another conquest," he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is there no one who can resist the might of Gilgamesh?"

The woman's eyes widened in terror, fixed on a point behind him. Gilgamesh whirled, his warrior instincts kicking in. There, looming in the shadows, stood a nightmarish figure. An oversized, gnarled pumpkin served as its head, glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

Pumpkin Head. The demon of vengeance.

Gilgamesh's heart raced. How had this creature breached his defenses? Fear gripped him, but he pushed it aside, replacing it with arrogance.

"You dare enter the chambers of a demigod?" he roared, leaping from the bed. "I am Gilgamesh, king of Uruk! Your presence here is an affront to-"

The demon attacked without warning, its claws slashing through the air. Gilgamesh barely dodged, feeling the rush of displaced air against his skin.

"Guards!" he bellowed, backing away. "To your king!"

But no help came. Pumpkin Head advanced, relentless and silent. Gilgamesh's mind raced. Who had summoned this abomination? And why did he feel, for the first time in centuries, a cold tendril of fear curling around his heart?

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Gilgamesh's hand closed around Gandiva, the Celestial Bow materializing at his command. Its ethereal glow illuminated the chamber, 108 strings humming with cosmic energy.

"You face a god, demon," he snarled, nocking an arrow of pure light.

Pumpkin Head lunged, impossibly fast. Gilgamesh loosed his shot, the arrow streaking across the room. It pierced the creature's shoulder, eliciting an unearthly shriek.

"First blood to me," Gilgamesh taunted, but his smirk faltered as the wound closed instantly.

The demon's claws raked across his chest, drawing divine ichor. Gilgamesh stumbled back, his mind reeling. How could a mere demon wound him so easily?

"I am immortal!" he roared, unleashing a volley of arrows. "I've bested gods and monsters! You are nothing!"

But with each hit, Pumpkin Head regenerated, advancing relentlessly. Gilgamesh's confidence wavered. For the first time in millennia, he tasted fear.

"What are you?" he whispered, backing against the wall.

The demon's eyes flared, a voice like grinding stone filling Gilgamesh's mind: "I am vengeance. I am the price of tyranny."

Gilgamesh's eyes widened. "My people... they summoned you?"

Realization struck him harder than any blow. He'd grown complacent, cruel. In his quest for immortality, he'd forgotten the mortals he ruled.

As Pumpkin Head closed in, Gilgamesh's mind raced. He needed a plan, fast.