For gods to avoid meddling in the affairs of mortals made no sense. What was the point of being gods if they did not lord over the mortal races? Those lesser existences needed guidance, and they were the ones to offer it in exchange for nothing but worship. "With an attitude like his? How long do you think he will be satisfied with being a Hero? As soon as a few more appear, that childish man will aim for the next step higher. Where does that put him? Oh. Targeting us with no provocation. Best let him lose that divinity we granted him now. Maybe then he won't be able to manage anything, if he's allowed to live that long," said Enki. If nothing else, he hated that loud-mouthed king. He'd be the end of their age one way or another, so it only made sense to nip the weed at its bud before it grew all the way to Celestia.

Anu didn't see much choice in the matter. To prevent strife between his fellow gods escalating, and to prevent the eventual fall of the humans who sustained them all, he had to grant Ishtar this moment of vengeance. A wave of his hand produced a pair of lapis lazuli bull horns set in a golden halter. Seven years of famine would befall the mortal world soon, but Anu trusted his companions to keep their word. The choice was not an easy one; it had to be made to the best of his ability regardless. "Calm yourself, Metis. We will not war amongst ourselves as the mortals do. Whatever the cost, that must always be avoided," he declared. With that, eyes of green were opened by the ever-meditative Enlil, speaking words of their own to his state of understanding. Did anyone hear them? Most typically didn't, but this time, he had something audible to say. "With all action, there is consequence, dear Wisdom. The remuneration of our every choice will be deserved as it is earned."