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Authors Note:

Story begins post season ten c2010 following the destruction of the last Baal clone and around the time of the Icarus project. Please take note of the rating. Although I have made my character more patient than many Goa'uld, it is to be expected that whatever benevolence he applies to his servants and allies, may not be extended towards his enemies, or indeed, the person who gets in his way.

"Between two evils, I always pick the one i have never tried before."
Mae West (1892-1980), Klondike Annie (1936 Film)

Chapter 1 - Sudden Light

Athens, Greece
2010 A.C.E.

Sudden light. That was the first thing he experienced. The second was noises in the room followed by a irritation in his throat as he breathed in the dusty air from within the chamber. Willing his arms to move, pale hands laid themselves upon the golden sides of the sarcophagus, and in an one elegant move he sat aright, eyes snapping open.

The stone room was brightly lit by two large mobile construction lights, the sprayed beam as bright and hot as the noon sun upon the far wall. Eros felt a bead of sweat begin to form on his forehead due to the suffocating lack of airflow. Scrunch!

His eyes jerked sideways towards the source of the sound, like a predatory animal homing in on its prey. The goa'uld narrowed his host's eyes as he focused on the target. It was a man, of that he was certain, a rather rotund one at that, but the clothes the man were clad in, were unlike any he had ever encountered. They were not robes or any toga he had ever seen, the design entirely foreign to him. The fabric that clad his lower half was a durable looking blue material. His feet were covered not in sandals, but some sort of leather footwear. The man's torso was clad in another fabric that may have possibly been wool, but was dyed in a cross pattern of red, blue and white. Upon his head was a type of helmet which did not cover his face. It was red and had a stripe of yellow around the middle which reflected the light.

He was rather wide around the middle, which made Eros sneer in disgust. A thoroughly unappealing specimen. The goa'uld focused on the humans face. It was awash with uncertainty and apprehension. Eros sneered for an entirely different reason.

"Ke`i!" He thundered, his two-toned voice echoing around the stone chamber as he commanded the human to kneel, eyes glowing with power. Instead of falling immediately prostrate before the god, the man only looked confused. The human intruder's eyes looked towards his hand, weighing an object as if deciding its weight. Eros followed the gaze, which came to rest on a dense looking metal bar with a bend in the end. Eros' teeth clenched in fury as the human lifted the bar, obviously intent on doing him harm.

Lifting a hand, there was a flare of light and the approaching threat was thrust backwards off his feet and into the wall, his head hitting with an unforgiving thud. Eros sneered as the human fell in a heap at the base of the wall, dead. He placed his right hand back down on the lip of the sarcophagus, the golden glint of a goa'uld hand device snaking around his arm reflecting in the lights.

Eros pushed himself up out of the gold coffin, his bare feet rested on the cold stone floor. Blinking dust that had been disturbed from the use of his hand device out of his eyes, he took a step and stumbled to regain his footing as he tripped on something on the floor. He cursed under his breath, glad that none bore witness to his ungodly blunder. He glanced downwards to see the culprit and his pulse quickened. Bones. Human bones.

He spun rapidly on the spot taking in the room. There were several bodies in the room. He hadn't notice them immediately because of the dust. The bones were for the most part practically dust themselves, more dust than bone. It was not just dirt that clouded the air. They would have had to have been centuries old at the very least. Likely more. A couple had the lingering fabrics remaining of cloth that may have once been a style similar to that which he wore himself. A toga-like article. However there was one in the corner that drew his attention.

Careful to avoid stepping in any more dried corpses, the goa'uld approached a pile on the other side of his sarcophagus. Unlike the other masses, this was not a pile of bone and old fabrics, but one that still had some form left to indicate it had been a body. This was due to the armour the owner was clad in. Armour of a jaffa.

"Mai'tac" he cursed. He recognised the armor. A symbol was embossed upon the breast plate of the armour. Some form of arrow derivative pointing skywards. The symbol was one he knew well, as it was the symbol his jaffa proudly bore of their master Eros. However this was armour he was equally familiar with as there was only one jaffa who was permitted to bear this symbol upon their armour. A jaffa who had both the trust and the protection that the use of this symbol represented when displayed in such a fashion. That of his first prime.

"Ri'ar" the goa'uld said quietly laying a hand on the breast plate. The pulse-point in the goa'uld's throat pulsed ungainly. Eros looked sideways at the bodies in the tomb. His eyes picked out the details of the fabrics more clearly now the dust had settled once more. The bodies were of his servants. His lo'taur, the most beloved of all his many servants. They were the most beautiful and dutiful. Humans whose every breath was lived in service of their lord. They would take their own lives before they would even entertain the idea of hurting him. He was certain that like his first prime, they would never betray them.

'No it wasn't them who betrayed me, it was we who were betrayed' he thought. 'A coward rather than face me, sought to bury me in my sleep'. His first prime Ri'ar's armor bore the marks of staff blasts. There was no dissent within his ranks, of that he was assured. His servants, jaffa included sang his praises daily with no employ on his part. He was the most loving and loved of all the goa'uld. The treachery would not have originates from within his ranks. Eros turned back to face his fallen first prime, and his jaw tightened in anger. Whoever was responsible would suffer dearly.

He stood from his stoop over the body.

"Lek tol, Ri'ar" Eros said after a lengthy pause of gazing at the armor and remaining bone. With that done he turned and proceeded towards the light filtering down from the hole in the ceiling of the chamber.

End Chapter

TRANSLATIONS
"Ke`i!" - kneel!
Mai'tac - a goa'uld curse. Insert your own favourite curse, although i believe it means 'damn'.
Lek tol Ri'ar - goodbye Ri'ar.

Author's Note:
Dedicated to the most beloved god Eros. If only you had used your powers for evil.
Chapter 02-03 completed. Will be uploaded periodically.
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