The King's focus shifted as the younger human began to yell at his progenitor's progenitor.
Mortal's were so emotional at times.
He idly began to wonder how long it had been since he himself had been one such mortal... How interesting. It seemed as though he couldn't remember. Perhaps it had been too long, then. The King directed his detached gaze at the massive expanse of mortals. There were many to choose from, many of them even somewhat unique in that distinctly mortal way. They were all so weak though.
What right did any of such mongrels have to be vessel for The Hero King's powers? None, he concluded. Though perhaps...
Yes, that would do nicely.
He directed his gaze outward, across time.
Now he could see what paths mortals would take, and choose one of the more interesting of the bunch.
He hummed despondently.
This took all of the fun out of it.
He sighed, irritated. If it was going to be this difficult, then he may as well just choose randomly...
He contemplated.
...
Ah! It was so simple!
Instead of making some contract with a mortal, he would become one! That way, he wouldn't have to deal with the indignity of associating himself with filth because he would be acting alone!
Wonderful. Now to implement.
He let out a light chuckle at his luck.
The older mortal from earlier was planning to alter the younger mortal's being. This would make things interesting.
Gilgamesh smirked.