[center][b]"Welcome back to the world"[/b][/center]

Little seems to have changed at first glance. In fact, it seemed rather familiar. Naturally not all deserts are the same, but the kind of aura they present? Well, the emperor of ancient Assyria knew it quite well. It was an overbearing heat, a sense that life must fight to live there. It was perfect. Perfect in the case of the demon king of ancient Assyria. His first response to this mortal coil? 

He smirked. His lips pulled back, his eyes widened with a building glee. His fingers wrapped together in contemplation, and all who looked upon this man would know how he felt.

He loved it. He really, truly loved it. So many stories to tell. So much knowledge to mine. He wanted it. He loved it. He adored it. He would rule it... 
[b][color=f7941d]"Thank you."[/color][/b] said Ashurbanipal.

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[center][h3]Excalibur Hotel, Paradise[/h3][/center]

Ashurbanipal had a lot on his plate. The first task was to prepare his library. Perhaps it was the most important thing he could do. After all, the collection of knowledge was one of the most important aspects of war. Spies could cripple a nation before a king even stepped onto the battlefield, or a well kept library could contain the knowledge needed to tear down a wall. In fact, was it not the knowledge of prophecy that allowed for the destruction of Troy? Or prophecy that allowed for the destruction of Constantinople's mighty walls? The answer to all that... Was yes. 

He was after all, a scholar. So while his master had been telling him all about Billy Elliot. Some recent story from the modern era, but in actuality it was more of a retelling of a story he already knew. History does repeat after all, and nothing new truly exists. The phrase "Steal like an Artist" came to mind. It was the different assembling of those pieces that made something stand out. 

[color=f7941d]"Well, it is only right he should have gotten the role."[/color] Ashurbanipal said after a pause. [color=f7941d]"He clearly demonstrated his superiority in physical attributes, and in natural resolve. His ability to defeat another boy in physical combat is a sign of his great strength, but his ability to remain deeply invested in his pursuit is a sign of his mental resolve. No doubt the other boys in audition didn't stand a chance."[/color] Ashurbanipal said all this with his head in tablet. The Epic of Gilgamesh, which had been used as a catalyst to summon him. 

He suspected his master might have attempted to use such a catalyst to summon Gilgamesh himself, as the story is very much about the king. The tablet though, was one that had been preserved in his library, and as such its existence in the modern world was a result of Ashurbanipal's own influence. Both he and Gilgamesh could make claim to this catalyst. 

Either way, it was the first tablet he would be adding to his library. 

His fingers glided over the walls, and he began to mutter. The magical pressure in the room was building, just like his master said it was. [color=f7941d][i]"My knowledge paves the way for the future. My collection of tomes is the key to the past. May all my works be made public, and the future and past shall forever last."[/i][/color] The incantation was soft, but it didn't need to be grand. This was a library after all, why should one shout? The concepts were in place. The shelves, that might once have been filled with nick-naks, became cluttered with tablets. Wax writings, and scrolls of foreign origin. Works of divination, medicine, all such things were finding their spaces in the library. But... There was one more room. An important room that was not yet filled. 

[color=f7941d]"The new world is indeed different."[/color] Ashurbanipal said, as he turned his eyes to Valentina. [color=f7941d]"It is certainly a glee to behold that my works have lived on, or at least the idea of a library has. The systems I set in place, and the knowledge I acquired have found good uses here. And perhaps, the people have discovered new concepts from the old. Building on what works after all was the sign of a smart ruler. Reworking what didn't work also had merits."[/color]

He walked past his master, and towards the unfortunate limo driver. He had asked for him to join them, and his presence in the new library was important. [color=f7941d]"Tell me, do we need him? As a Rider class servant, I can easily drive his vehicle with... Greater finesse than he."[/color] He patted one of the driver's cheeks, as if studying his flesh. [color=f7941d]"Yes, this is good. Summoner, please send that man through that door, over there."[/color] He pointed towards a door. The problem being that until a moment ago, that wall had been empty. But now, there was a door, ornate, but simple. Hardly something to notice. 

[color=f7941d]"I shall demonstrate to you the full purpose of my library."[/color]