”Who are you, and why do you deserve to rule the world?” The interviewer asked, torn between comical amusement and half-hearted curiosity as he handed the microphone over to the tall, dignified man bequeathed golden hair that reached toward the heavens like a blazing flame. Handsome with an elegant face, eyes crimson like blood that exuded a mysterious radiance that made those in his vicinity almost wither. A perfectly proportioned body, surpassing majestic that enthralled both men and women.

Logic dictated that the entire ordeal was a crude joke, a farce. Sanity stated that he should’ve been locked in an asylum long before this moment came to being. Reason implied the place he belonged was a bottom of the ladder job or as a homeless. After all, who could buy this shit? A man who claimed to be half god, half human, sent from the heavens to reclaim what was rightfully his? I mean, we all bought the Jesus is the son of God thing because back then we were shamefully unenlightened about what was real and what wasn’t. No reasonable men would believe in this malarkey in the modern age.

And yet this lunatic managed to quell the ongoing conflict in the Middle East within a month. Some called it a miracle of peace, but many argued that brutally murdering all the assorted factions’ leaders and installing himself as their undisputed dictator wasn’t couldn’t exactly be called thus. But it was true there were no more terrorist threats in that region and the United States military was free to pull back. But of course they didn’t, wary of the new power player. Perhaps they were hoping it was a global prank, a joke to frighten the worlds’ leaders, a twisted April Fool’s joke, but some were beginning to fearfully accept that his claims were real.

The man’s lip curled. “If you cannot discern my identity even in the presence of my glory, then-”

“It was a rhetorical question. You’re Gilgamesh; it was simply an opportunity for you to introduce yourself to our listeners and viewers.” The interviewer answered, holding back a snigger before clearing his throat. Gilgamesh stared at him, with the eyes of a person estimating the value of a possession in at a flea market, as if he was determining whether the interviewer deserved to live or not, but his thoughts were interrupted by a follow up question. “Why do you deserve to rule the world?”

“I’m simply reclaiming my birthright. My country, Mesopotamia and my capital, Uruk to start.”

“You mean modern day Iraq, Kuwait, Syria, some of Turkey and Iran, with Baghdad as your new capital?” Joshua, the interviewer interrupted once more. His face blanched slightly, noting the disturbing shadow that crossed Gilgamesh’s. “So in regards to the current leaders of the world, the President of the United States, Queen of United Kingdom, and all the various parliaments, governments, and prime ministers scattered across the globe, they’re-“

“Mere pretenders, all of them.” The blonde stranger dismissed with a swish of his hand. “They’ve simply been maintaining my territories for me, akin to gardeners. But the time has come for them to swear fealty to my rule…” His crimson eyes narrowed with a bestial glint. “Or be punished as rebel dogs.”

“O-kay.” Joshua responded, before moving onto the next topic scribbled on his notepad. “Now there’ve been reports that you donated a sperm sample to your kingdom’s scientists and they’ve publicly announced it grants those who consume it eternal youth. Three of them have claimed to even acquired immortality. Is this true?” Even he appeared astounded at this news, glancing at the girl before the demigod’s legs.

“A gift to my vassals for their loyal service. I see no reason not to bequeath to them the same pleasures once I’ve had my fill of them.” Already in the three months since this man’s appearance, a cult following had formed. Initially the Jews had believed this man was their Messiah, only to shockingly come to realize he was no such thing, but he was a Messiah to others. The girl at his knees eagerly sucking at his cock clearly was a follower, eager to reap her own reward of his cum, only she didn’t realize that Gilgamesh could control its potency, and therefore, how it interacted with the human body. She had to perform much, much better to receive its age-stalling mechanisms for even a year.

The interview eventually came to an end and Gilgamesh’s retainers escorted him back to his royal palace, where a harem of women eagerly welcomed his return on hands and knees, each one of them hoping to receive his pleasure. Though it wasn’t uncommon for the young man to venture out and conquer another female, steal her from whatever undeserving partner she currently held. After all, the world was his garden, now and forevermore.

A SWAT Team outside his mansion was lying in wait, ready to assassinate the self-proclaimed Emperor. But he already knew of their presence and had already prepared their assassination. Perhaps he’d spare them an hour to live, raping their girlfriends or torturing their boyfriends before executing them.

My 8th prompt and my Kinks and DPP Profile. I’ll leave the rest to you.

I understand this prompt was completely unsexy for the most part, but it required a great deal of setup. This honestly is still a work in progress as I feel as if I haven’t captured Gilgamesh’s attitude and doctrine, but I wanted to share what the basis would be.