And I must Scream
Chapter 2
November felt like she was sleep walking in a dream as her mind slowly pieced itself back together. Very few were strong enough to endure the stress that she had endured and not break.
She could feel Minerva controlling her body distantly, though she wasn't so concerned with that at the moment as she reflected upon the events of the night. Both her parents had been killed senselessly and needlessly in cold blood by either a psycho or a druggy.
There hadn't been anything Nova could've done, she knew that in the back of her mind, but there was that little traterious whisper in the back of her mind that insisted she was helpless, worthless, a waste, but most of all the one thing she hated the most…
She was WEAK!
"There was nothing you could have done." Minerva stated as if she was talking about the weather.
"How the fuck do you know?" November demanded, the self proclaimed goddess hitting a sore spot.
Minerva didn't reply immediately instead appearing to think before coming to a decision, "I have lived a longer time than you can comprehend. And I was gifted the knowledge of my ancestors upon birth. I have seen many empires rise and fall, I have even seen my death and rebirth more times than i care to remember."
"How do I know you're not bullshitting me?" November retorted, "You lied about being a goddess after all."
"I should've known that charade wouldn't've lasted long against you November, most of my older hosts took a few months at minimum to realise what I am. Though it had become much shorter in recent years, often a few days or less." I could here the reluctant praise in her voice, "You were the fastest ever."
"So what are you?" November demanded, if she could a determined look would have been adorning her face.
"I am a Goa'uld… You know what it's just best to show you." Minerva stated sounding annoyed, "There are something that are just easier to show and this is one of them."
November was suddenly underwater, but yet strangely she had no feeling of the need to breathe, instead she felt content in the water. Though that didn't last long as soon she felt like she was swimming towards something.
"The Goa'uld used to be aquatic creatures on our home world, somewhat like your eels here. Though i guess you could call us extraterrestrials or aliens which ever you prefer." The alien narrated, "My species had many gifts that you do not have, just as you have many that my species does not. The most notable of which is Genetic memory, that is how I am showing you these memories. Then there is one other notable ability you are already somewhat familiar with."
Nova was astonished by the clarity and vividness of the memories that must have been from one of Minerva's ancestors. She could only watch as the thing whose point of view she was watching from jumped out of the water and into a incredibly ugly alien's mouth. It was only but a moment of carving through green blood and flesh before the things view shifted to the eyes of the Unas. She could only idelly note that the eyes of the Unas glowed a bright yellow in the reflection of the water.
"There is benefits to being a host to a Goa'uld, a long life, and enhanced strength, healing, and speed, but there is a cost for the host. The Goa'uld is dominant in the relationship, meaning it has primary access to all control over the body, and admittedly most of my kind including myself never interact with the host's mind."
The memory shifted to an orbital view of Earth from the bridge of what could only have been an alien spaceship as it flew in the atmosphere towards what was Egypt today. There in the desert sands proudly stood a not unfamiliar structures, the Great Pyramids of Giza, though looking new and not ravaged by the passing of thousands of years since their inception. It was upon the shoulders of the landmark the terrible weight of the alien starship landed.
"Ra was the first one to discover your world, and he was the first to take a Tau'ri as a host. While not as robust as our first hosts, the Unas, your species were exceedingly easy for the Goa'uld to adapt to. You were also most… pleasurable." November chose not to think to hard on those implications, "We took many from your world and spread them throughout the galaxy posing as your Gods and Goddesses for so long that many Goa'uld began to believe they were."
Images of what looked like a massive golden Sarcophagus appeared next the person whom they were viewing their memories entered the burial device willingly and falling to sleep. Later when the Goa'uld awoke the Sarcophagus opened to a crowd kneeling at the foot of the large healing device in worship and prayer.
"It was only aided by our much more advanced technology, we could revive the dead, heal the sick, and help the week when we saw fit to." November could tell that it really meant only when they felt like it, "One of your species had the most apt description of the practice. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic many of our devices would now be recognizable as technology to the people of Earth, many of your works of Science Fiction include technologies above and beyond what the Goa'uld ever conceived of. As an observer to the progress your civilization has made in the time since Ra left this world. I would have scarcely believe it myself but comparatively the progress made by the Goa'uld was slow and ineffective to the point I would almost have to say it stopped entirely."
The playback of the memories shifted into fast forward sending Nova's brain into a tailspin only kept on the straight and narrow by Minerva brute forcing her brain to take on the information. Languages, customs, blurred by in seconds and yet they felt like she lived them. Arts of the mind, and body, physical and ethereal. Dozens of martial arts amalgamated into a confusing mess to an outside observer yet making complete and utter sense in context.
Sciences beyond comprehension, mathematics enough to make ones brain run in terror, and experiences, many that she would not have wished on her worst enemy. Secrets that could have destroyed Empires and built new ones. Technology so far beyond the current it would take a thousand years to understand the concepts behind the concepts to them.
And the worst of all was the experiences, the worst of which was a thousand years of being eaten by a flesh eating disease yet not allowed to die because of the Sarcophagus that was supposed to be Minerva's tomb. Not that getting shot, stabbed, poisoned, and the whole host of other ways the Goa'uld had gotten hurt in the past. Minerva had fought for many on many sides, often taking a new host as the course of the wars demanded it. She had even built herself a life of Luxury though a shady holding company that 'took care of business when she needed to or felt like a new host.
When the memories stopped November's head was a swimming mess with the memories another being in her head. With experiences beyond what she could fathom forced into her head how long could she still remain herself?
"You can think on that later, but for now it's time to introduce you to the bliss that is the Sarcophagus." Minerva interrupted.
"Ok, but one question first." November agreed, the countless memories of coming out of the Sarcophagus refreshed and feeling years younger swelling up in the back of her mind.
"Speak."
"I saw your memories, your Species usually has about as much regard for a host as a person does their underwear." Nova gave a mental sigh, "So why give me so much freedom when you would box me into a little corner of my own mind never to be let out again?"
"I got tired of being alone." The alien replied lamely.
"I don't get it you could have built yourself a globe spanning empire by now, with everyone worshiping the ground you walk on." Nova pointed out honestly curious.
"I chose not to. There are other Goa'uld on this world, I had no intention of either drawing their attention or their Ire And plus you can only sit on a throne for so many years before it gets boring."
"That's it?" The human teen asked incredulously, "You didn't take over the world because it would be boring? That sounds like some supervillain saying he didn't want to rule the world because of the paperwork."
"I'm not that far off from being a supervillain." The self proclaimed Goddess pointed out.
"Nah we had Hitler, you're bad, but not Nazi bad." November countered with a mental laugh.
"I must admit I hold no love for that bastard." Minerva admitted, "Even the Goa'uld have some standards."
"Imagine that… So my 'Goddess' what's the plans for the future." Nova asked sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Well that's simple, we take over the world."
A/N: I hope my lack of any solid direction isn't impacting my quality too too much. This is also my first time flexing my writing muscles in over a year, so I'm not promising quality either…
From the Land of Absolute Zero
Cold Blooded Canadian