And I Must Scream
A/N: The foundation of this story is heavily inspired by Nesert, it's an amazing underappreciated written by MLily727 though I will do my darndest to ensure this diverges on its own path. I wish MLily727 the best of wishes with her future writing projects.
From the Land of Absolute Zero,
Cold Blooded Canadian
Prologue
Millenia ago...
"Milord the Shol'va has arrived."
"Excellent bring her to me."
The gold covered doors at the end of the great hall opened and a small entourage entered with a young lavishly attired man followed by two Horus Guards dragging a young brunette woman covered in blood, burns, and bruises. Her exquisite clothing was torn and stained with blood, grime, and gore.
The preceding man stepped to the side giving the Horus guards room to throw down their charge at the foot of the throne which was occupied by man that was barely into his adulthood.
"Ah the 'great' Shol'va Minerva, I have been looking forward to torturing you." The man on the throne intoned mockingly in the defining echoing voice of a Goa'uld. "Let it be known that Ra is a merciful God… Admit your sins and you death shall come quickly."
The woman managed to pick herself up off the floor enough to raise her head to look into the self proclaimed God's eye, "I do not know where you got the idea that I am a Shol'va. I would never betray you Milord, I was framed by the Tok…"
"Silence! I will suffer your treachery no further." Ra interrupted Minerva, "Remove her from her host, and bring her to me. I have special plans for here."
Minerva's eyes widened as the Jaffa flanking her pulled her up as she began to kick and scream. Not that it got her anything but a prolonged application of a Rod of Anguish that forced her to endure such torment she bit her own tongue off from the experience as she gurgled and eventually passed out, the front half of her tongue falling to the floor with a not in significant amount of blood.
She was dragged out of the room without ceremony, her tatted clothing and her feet smearing the blood that she was creating from her wounds.
The next day Minerva awoke to Ra standing over her restrained form in smiling viciously holding a knife in his hand.
"Good you are awake, it's always so much more fun when someone is responsive."
Ra smiled as the knife was slid against a sharpening block.
"I feel I should thank you for the idea for your punishment, when you bit off your own tongue I was inspired to find out what happens to a Goa'uld when the host is dismantled piece by piece."
Ra stopped sharpening the knife and almost gently stabbed Minerva's foot. She wanted to twist away from the pain but all she could do was make the wound worse as she thrashed against her bonds.
"I'll kill you, you have my word!" Minerva roared in anger and pain.
Ra totally ignoring the fellow Goa'uld's outburst except for a knowing smile continued his goading, "I doubt you will be in any position to do so. You see i just infected your host with a disease that will eat the both of you alive given enough time, unfortunately for you I can give you all the time in the world."
It was then that the disease chose it was time to make itself noticed as pain as intense as a supernova flared through her body, only to die down momentarily as she was unceremoniously dropped into a waiting scaphognathus and then all she knew was pain.
Earth about 3000 years ago…
The songs of harvest had just begun to end when Tobias and Hale discovered an ancient tomb in the mountains of Greece after seeking shelter from a freak snow storm, unknowing of the dangers that lurked inside they ventured towards the unnatural warmth and light inside of a cave.
When they reached the source of the heat and the light they could scarcely believe their eyes. They had found a tomb fit for the Gods themselves. Walls of solid gold covered in tens of thousands of markings of which they could not make heads or tails of. And laying there peacefully in the middle of the tomb was a golden Sarcophagus that was bigger than it had any right to be.
They both immediately fell into prayers thanking the gods for their good fortune and their forgiveness for the trespass into the tomb of a God or Goddess, only for Tobias to stumble and hit his head on a button on the Sarcophagus.
A low grinding rumble filled the air as they both looked to see doors opening up on the Sarcophagus a mist seeming to hide what laid inside, though curiosity got the better of Hale as she leaned over the opening to try to clear away the fog only for a skinless bleeding and pus covered hand to shoot up and grab her neck violently and pull here towards the mist.
Terrified Tobias couldn't move, his muscles failing to obey him as his lover was pulled slowly to what must be her doom. He could do nothing as a skinless, body rose from the miss and when to appear to kiss his lover's cheek when some sort of Eel or snake slithered out of the living corpses mouth and immediately dove through the back of his lovers neck.
"NO!" He rushed his lover in a vain attempt at helping her, his muscles now following his commands again, but unfortunately for him Hale turned around and grabbed his neck in a vice like grip.
Hale's eyes flashed startling Tobias as she spoke, "I must… Thank You… Tobias you freed me from that horrific prison."
Tobias wasn't quite putting two and two together after all he didn't have any sort of advanced education, let alone knew how to read so that wasn't quite all on him. He saw her eyes, but they glowed like a something out of a myth or legend. He heard her speak but it wasn't her voice.
He never got a chance to comprehend any of it, as the thing controlling his lover interrupted his thoughts with a overly strong back hand. "Your Goddess Minerva is speaking, you would do well to pay attention."
"As I was saying, I was trapped for an incomprehensibly long time with a disease that will melt the very flesh off a mere mortals bones, even my divine might wasn't enough to save my body. Unfortunately my power was greatly weakened so I have no choice but to kill you to prevent my enemies from finding me. I am sorry, but I promise to make it quick."
From the look in the eyes of his not lover, it wasn't going to be quick at all… He paled and a cold sweat covered his brow as she pulled out Hale's traveling dagger, the one that he had bought and given to her with a half years savings.
"I think this will be suitably Ironic."
Tobias never got a chance to reply as the blade fell on his arm expertly peeling his skin off his muscles. Then he started screaming and didn't stop for four days.
A/N: Don't know when the next chapter is coming out, hopefully in the next week or two… hopefully less.
Wish me luck,
Cold Blooded Canadian
