Hey guys, Eragon here. I need more Gilgamesh action, there just aren't enough stories where he's the main character. So here's this story! Let me know what you think!

EDIT: Changed Gilgamesh's new name to Sayuri, and clarified that she doesn't actually have albinism, that's just the only way the doctors can explain why she has red eyes and pale skin. This is actually caused by her Divinity carrying over from her past life and influencing her looks.

Gilgamesh glared out into the nothingness he was currently stuck in sullenly. He had just been sucked into the Holy Grail, after being defeated by that Faker, Shirou Emiya. He couldn't understand what had driven the mongrel to such foolishness as to challenge him, the King of Heroes, the One True King of the World.

And moreover, how he had won?! Reflectively, he supposed that he had allowed his pride to get the better of him. Even if he was facing a Faker of a mongrel, he should have at least equipped his armor after he was drawn into that Reality Marble.

That should have been enough to indicate that this mongrel was different from the rest of the trash that inhabited his world in this modern day era. Instead he had faced the mongrel with nothing but the flimsy clothes on his back, and his Gate of Babylon.

It should have been enough, should have been more than enough, but something had been driving the boy, something gave him enough resolve to push past his wounds and fight against overwhelming odds and win. He wished he could understand what it was!

Suddenly, he was ripped out of his train of thought as a surge of magical energy rushed throughout the nothingness.

The Holy Grail may have been corrupted by the Angra Mainyu, but having just vented a huge amount of curses into the atmosphere, and beginning to form the monster that would devastate humanity, it's vitriol was at an all time low. However, it still had the spirit energy it needed to activate its wish-granting function in a limited manner.

It wasn't capable of granting major things at the moment, no one was reaching the Root, getting a True Magic, or things of similar caliber with it at the moment. But such a simple wish was still within its capabilities. The Holy Grail's limited mind searched for an acceptable way to grant this wish, the low amount of vitriol still active within it influencing the final choice it made.

When it reached its decision, it searched for a suitable destination. It considered many, worlds where Mythical Heroes and Villains manifested themselves as Heretic Gods on Earth, worlds where humanity was plagued by End Bringers and select humans were granted powers, worlds where Nations were constantly at war, using chakra to fight endlessly.

Eventually, it picked one, a world that was still in the Age of the Gods, in which Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils fought, in which pantheons of Gods still reigned, in which select humans were granted Sacred Gears by a system the Biblical God designed. With a decision reached and a destination chosen, the Holy Grail granted the wish made to it.

Gilgamesh was not quite sure of what was going on, but one thing he knew, was that he was bored. After the surge of energy from the Grail, he had waited with anticipation for what was happening. However, while he did seem to have changed location, it was hard to tell, because he was still encased in a world of darkness.

The only indicators of something different were that instead of only being a consciousness absorbed by the Grail, he seemed to have a body. At least, judging by the fact that he had physical senses again, if extremely limited.

He had no idea how long he had been stuck in this world, but it had been a long time for sure. On the up-side, this had given him plenty of time to reflect. Looking back on his actions, he realized that being bathed in curses at the end of the Fourth Grail War had affected him more than he had thought. While this had been helpful, allowing him to exist after the War was over, his psyche had been influenced by the sheer malevolence the curses bore.

This was a major part of what had driven him to release All the World's Evils on an unsuspecting Humanity. While true that the world was overpopulated in the modern era, and humans didn't have as much individual significance as in his time, Gilgamesh would normally never resort to such methods.

Culling humanity was one thing, if he had come to that decision on his own, he would follow through. But using another's power to do so? Relying on someone else to achieve his goals, even if that someone else was the manifestation of All of the Evils of Humanity? No, he would never do such a thing. And that made his reasoning suspect.

He had pondered relentlessly over the actions he had taken, the decisions he had made. He had come to a few conclusions. First, he had been lax in his mental discipline, allowing curses to influence him in such a way. He would have to start meditating again, to avoid such things in the future.

Second, he regretted taking that Homunculus girl's life. While she had been an enemy, she had still been a little girl thrust into a war by her family, and fed a pack a lies by those she trusted. True, all humans in the world were his to do with as he wished, but even he had some morals, and taking that girl's life was not sitting well with him now that the curses were gone.

Third, he had allowed his arrogance too great a hold over his actions. True, he was the greatest and first King, wielding enough power to make his arrogance justified, but allowing such to dictate his actions was folly, as evidenced by his defeat. He resolved to try and curb this tendency to allow his greatness to blind him so.

Satisfied with his conclusions, he meditated endlessly, waiting for something to change. And eventually something did. The world that he was in began to shake and contract against him, and in that moment he realized what was going on. He had been reincarnated, he realized, astonished. Suddenly, he grew worried. Would his past accomplishments still apply? Would he still be able to use access his Treasury? He had no idea.

A while later, he began to be pushed towards the exit, in other words, he was being born. Again.

Hyoudou Nayoko screamed as the contractions hit again. She was giving birth to her first child, and it was not going well. She had been in labour for 13 hours now, and she was exhausted and in pain.

Her husband, Yachi, was holding her hand, and generally being supportive, but she was so ready for this to over with. Finally, the nurses pulled out the baby, and the contractions stopped.

"Congratulations, it's a girl!" The nurse cried as she handed Nayoko her newborn.

And all Gilgamesh could think was 'A GIRL?! Maybe those curses aren't as gone as I thought…'

"What are we going to name her, darling?" Yachi asked his wife, gazing lovingly at her and his new daughter. She gazed at her daughter, thinking deeply. "Sayuri. Her name will be Sayuri." Yachi laughed merrily. "A fine name!"

As Sayuri opened her new eyes for the first time, her new parents were stunned at their color. Instead of the blue they were expecting from a newborn baby, her eyes were a crimson red, like blood. Her skin was also paler than most Japanese people, looking more European than Oriental.

This led the doctors to (mistakenly) diagnose her with Albinism, reassuring the new parents that it wasn't an inherently harmful disorder, and they just needed to watch out for vision problems. Thusly reassured, they soon took her home happily. And so the Epic of Gilgamesh continues.