Ra chastises his daughter Sekhmet over the massacre she committed. Based loosely on the historical myth. Setting is Egypt, before the first rebellion.
Ra stood by his throne, resplendent in black, the sun-disc proclaiming his divinity. Before him stood one of his children. Sekhmet. Ra regarded her coldly.
"I am not amused." His fair features twisted in a savage snarl. "I instructed you to punish them, not exterminate them."
"I did as I saw fit." Sekhmet replied.
"You do as I tell you." Ra said. He walked away, slowly, speaking with a soft malice. "How can they worship, if they are dead? What use are corpses to me? Corpses do not mine Naquadah. Corpses do not serve. You overstep your mark, Daughter."
Sekhmet frowned. "I am their god. I deemed the punishment just."
"You are their god, as I am yours." Ra answered, turning in sudden anger. Even his slave children were taken aback. He drew near Sekhmet, sneering. "I am the god of gods, and I find myself now with less disciples, owing to your misconduct." His lips twisted in an amused, beguiling smile. "How should that be punished? Would you share the fate of Hathor? A daughter who does her duty poorly is as bad as one who does not do it at all."
For a moment, Sekhmet regarded her father coldly, and her eyes narrowed in scorn. "You are no longer fit to be the god of gods, if you hold the lives of Tau'ri so precious. There are always more. Others who will see what happens to those who disobey."
"As you have disobeyed." Ra's eyes flashed dangerously. "Your torment I shall make a work of finest art." He turned to his first prime, whose Jackal headed mask lowered in respect. "Take her to my sarcophagus. There she will sleep, until I devise a suitable punishment."
The first prime gestured for her to follow, but instead, the goddess unleashed the power of her hand device, sending him sprawling. Other Horus Guards looked on, uncertain to attack their god's daughter, or risk his ire.
Ra glanced at her with malevolence. "You dare to rebel against me?" He hissed.
"I dare to succeed you." Sekhmet retorted. "You claim to be god of gods, yet you cannot even contain your own children."
That was the wrong thing to say. Ra struck her. "Insolence!" Before she could recover, he employed his own hand device. It crackled, red sparks of power flew as it seared Sekhmet's brain. He leaned close, his eyes glowing. "Know that I have killed you."
The Horus Guards watched in fear. If Ra could do this to even his own child, what would they invite upon themselves through rebellion? At last, Sekhmet collapsed. Ra stood ever her, regarding her with contempt. His first prime came beside him and knelt. Without bothering to look at him, Ra repeated his previous instruction. The guards reverently took the goddess away, to be sealed in the sarcophagus, whilst Ra, first among the system lords and god of gods, paced to the window of his ship and surveyed the blasted city outside with displeasure.