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Chapter 4

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Date: March, 4198 BC

I sat on my throne and watched the blood flow out of one of my child slaves. The boy had been caught stealing... twice. Let it not be said that the god Apep has no mercy. The boy lived to steal from a god twice! Afterwards he was made to walk out ahead of a demon hunting party, unarmed and naked.

Demons feasted on his corpse in a frenzy of hungered madness. I grit my teeth. I could not coexist with such creatures. Eating human children to survive? The savages must die.

The communication sphere rested on the floor in the middle of the throne room. Jaffa and slaves lined the walls, invited to watch. I wanted them to know. I wanted then to see. I wanted them to fear. It made it hard to argue about not needing to sacrifice so that we may kill the demons who want to eat us.

The and Jaffa all stared at the large hologram floating in the middle of the room in shocked silence. They had never seen real demons before. Many had never even heard of real demons before, barring the Tok'ra. The Jaffa had the biggest reaction upon seeing the twelve demons feasting on a little boy's corpse.

The demons were faster than a Jaffa, but less hardy and strong. The demons had thin limbs, with knees and elbows that faced the opposite direction than human limbs. Their skin was a bright green, like the algae that covered the damp cave's walls or the broad leaves of a banana tree. Better to blend in, I believed.

The sound of zat fire filled the room as little arcs of lightning began to strike into the demon's ranks. They were so concerned with eating one of my slaves, they ignored the human mob gathering outside their cave. Within seconds, all of the demons were unconscious on the ground. I could see Ni firing again and again into one demon's body over and over.

"They will not disintegrate, my lord." He called out to the communication sphere he had set on the cave floor. "No matter how many times I shoot them."

"Cease fire!" I called. "Get in close with your spears and axes." I saw a few of the demon bodies twitch as they began to regain consciousness. The use of zat'nik'tels had been an experiment. I was glad that it was even a partial success. "You must stab your spears into their hearts to render them helpless, and cut off their heads to kill them. Test your ma'tok, Ni. Try to shoot one's head off."

"Yes my lord." Ni holstered his zat in a well practiced motion of his hand as he picked up his staff from where it sat, leaning against the damp cave wall. The demons began to rise again as the human spearmen barged into the chamber with shouts of outrage and closed the distance to the demons in the large cavern.

I could hear the demons scream out in anger before they began to charge at the human spearmen. There were only eleven left alive when they met with the human's spears. Ni's first shot had taken the head off the demon in the lead with a wet hiss and popping noise. It's neck, I could see, spewed florescent purple blood before the demon dissolved into a bright green puddle of slime.

The demons began to tear into the humans. They bowled over the front ranks in seconds with their superior strength. I was thankful I had drilled the spearmen on how to fall without stabbing each other. Nearly a dozen of the humans were down in a pool of their own blood before Noth put a spear in one demon's heart. The demon collapsed to the ground, motionless. Another spearman got a lucky thrust in on another demon's chest.

The spearmen grouped around Noth were all young men, 16 years old at the oldest. They were always grouped together. Often, they drilled extra hours together. They were a group of hard workers Ni had paired his son with. They stabbed into multiple demons at once, moving forward into the howling clan of green devils with their spear points.

Noth was the tip of the human spear that thrust into the demons. His friends stood their ground with him as the other spearmen began to back away. Noth and his friends formed the tip of a wedge formation. Three ranks of humans stabbing forwards at the demons with a beast of a boy at the tip of the wedge, made a short and bloody fight against the demons.

Soon, Noth put a spear into into the last demon's heart. He was covered in scratches and purple blood at the end. He was almost as fast as the demons. I had made the demon hunters just the slightest bit faster and stronger than the standard Jaffa. Noth was proof of concept. He excelled in killing the demons.

Twenty humans lay dead or bleeding out on the cool cave floor. As they groaned and screamed, I had to shout to be heard over them. "Use your axes to cut their heads off!" I yelled loudly. "Do it now. Quickly!"

Ni used his ma'tok to pick off another demon, laying on the floor, in another hissing pop of gore. The humans pulled their axes out of the thick pig leather belt of their loincloths and finished their jobs with the wet sucking sounds of axes on flesh.

The humans and Jaffa in my throne room began to cheer and clap in appreciation as the last demon met it's end at the end of a staff weapon.

I held up my hand for silence. The cheering stopped. I gave orders to the victorious humans through my hologram. "Ni." I got his attention. He knelt to the floor as did all the other spearmen. "Gather the injured and the dead. Bring them back to me quickly so that I can give them vitality once more."

I would use my sarcophagus to bring the dead back to life and heal the injured. A simple use for an extraordinary machine. It was further proof of my divinity to the slaves.

"Noth, you and your friends have done particularly well. You should be proud of yourselves. I will reward you all for your services." I pointed to a few of Noth's human friends. "Every one of you who put a spear into a demon's heart will be given a portion of my power. You will be raised into the ranks of my demon hunting Jaffa."

A few of the kneeling men smiled as I continued to speak. "Do not delay on returning to my palace. I will have a feast waiting on you when you return tomorrow." I cut the transmission with a wave of my hand and leaned back into my throne.

I smiled a little. Maybe this domain was not as horrible as I first thought. Food was plentiful. Small rival villages were everywhere in the mountains, and there were plenty of demons to hunt. Plenty of neighbors to sacrifice for power.

I gestured with my hand and the hologram producing ball shot off the floor into my hand. I'd sacrificed the prim'ta belonging to Ni's wife to gain the ability of controlled levitation. I was delighted that such things as prim'ta could have something as valuable as a soul.

I would wait on upgrading the rest of my Jaffa genetically until I found a use for their... infants.

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Date: May, 4198 BC

I had lost five of the spearmen permanently. Not too bad a loss, but not a mistake I could repeat too often.

Luckily, they had been the weaklings that died first. The strongest were raised into the ranks of my new Jaffa, along with their wives, to promote reproduction. Instead of the eye of Ra as my veteran Jaffa possessed of their foreheads, I had a snake biting it's tail on my own.

I now had nineteen Jaffa warriors. Nine of which possessed my mark on their foreheads. I still had 27 spearmen and a small village to command as well. I needed to keep my little village growing and I had to clear out the rest of the demons in the area.

The spearmen and new Jaffa picked up on local custom and begin to carry around shields. Large and diamond shaped wicker things, they covered a man from knee to neck. They were light, and covered in a layer of boiled pig skin stretched over the front of the shield.

The time to give them another target to attack had come. They would probably need the shields, where they were going. The village was known as the 'River Village' by all peoples in the area. It was a small little trading town at the foot of a great mountain. These people were so small, they considered a village of two hundred at most a great trade city. They traded the furs of the jungle and the fish of the river with traders from the other villages. They were reached by canoe for the most part.

My palace was four miles from a branch of the river that connected to River Village. It was a two day trip by river. I taught my slaves, with the help of the female slaves, how to dig out canoes. I taught them to light a flame on a massive log and then dig out the softened wood with axes. I knew how because my host knew how.

It took a couple of months to dig out enough canoes to fit my small army. Fifteen Jaffa and twenty regular humans would be traveling with me to the River Village in fifteen canoes. Enough to fit in plenty of slaves and spoils. The town had not been attacked, ever, in the memory of my host or the memories of his fathers. I often summoned the spirits of my host's fathers to question them.

They told me of many demons they have encountered. Scolded me on allowing another demon to take over my body. Praised me for finding a way to earn the full support of the Hell-God of fire and the God of air without slaughtering an actual human child. The spirits treated my host and I as the same being. He was aware, but never in control. I always replied to the spirits.

"What can you tell me about the River Village?" I asked the spirits. I wanted to rule the village as it's god. There was a wealth of slaves to be had from such a place. The knowledge of where the other villages were located was not a closely guarded secret, but the people would be hard to find in the thick jungle without a guide.

"They are a great and beautiful trading city, where you can buy the most beautiful feather cloaks for a tiger skin." My host's great grandfather said. "They are ruled be a yellow eyed blood God."

I considered this strange. A blood God? On the Tau'ri soil itself? "And what do you know?" I questioned my host's grandfather.

"It is a great trade city, where you can trade worthless amber rocks for fresh fruit and fish. It will save a starving village." The old ghost sighed. "It is ruled by a pair of blood gods. I urge you to face these blood gods in combat young grandson. They might take away your suffering."

I growled at the senile dead fool and let my glowing kara-kesh settle from where it was glowing white hot in the spirit's face. "What about you?" I asked my host's father.

"I feel for you my son." The ghost ignored my question. "To be chained to life by this star god." The ghost shook it's head sadly as it made a point to gaze anywhere but at his son's body. "It is a fate I wished you had avoided. I would give anything to free you. It breaks my heart to see you in such a condition."

"What about the River Village. What do you know about it?" I questioned once more. "I will make your son feel pain, unending if you do not answer me, spirit."

The glowing and transparent entity glared at me suddenly as he looked at me for the first time. The apparition's face twisted in a grimace. "I have never traveled there." I released a little control over my host as I forced it to feel immense pain, by twisting nerves with my tendrils. My host began to whimper as it's eyes began to tear up in pain and confusion.

The ghost's eyes widened as it realized what I was doing. "I know about it though." He said hurriedly. "The blood gods rule with a rock hard will. They demand blood sacrifice by natives, travelers, and traders alike. There are the master blood god. And the rest are his servants." The transparent old human's eyes drooped. "I don't know how many blood gods the city can support anymore. There could be dozens of them now."

I nodded at the old spirit.

"One last question." I nodded at my host's father. "What is a blood god."

"A spirit that inhabits a body." The old man whispered. "It grants the body strength and speed the likes of which humans cannot contend with. They demand blood sacrifice." His eyes met mine. "You will die if you fight a blood demon. No one has ever won a fight with a blood demon." The spirit smiled as my face twisted in anger. "And then my son will be released."

I released my hold on the spirits and they faded from the mortal plane once more. "You will never be released." I whispered to my host. "I am immortal."

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"We are approaching, my lord." Noth interrupted my gloating as he called out from the head of the canoe. "We can see smoke coming from less than a mile ahead."

I nodded. "Group together" I yelled out for all the surrounding canoes to hear. "Prepare for landing."

The Jaffa pounded their fists on their chain-mail armored chests as the humans thumped their shields. "Today," I called loudly, "we make war on the gods of blood." More pounding sounds as my 35 men made their pleasure known. "We shall show no mercy."

"All the men must die." I intoned. "All the women and children must be captured." I looked around at the men and boys as we drew closer to the smoke. "We will be outnumbered." I called out loudly "But we do not fear their numbers."

I rose to stand in the canoe. A risky thing indeed in the beast infested waters surrounding us. "You go into battle behind a god!" I called out. "You have nothing to fear!"

I could see the village come into view around the bend in the river. It was a beautiful place. Colorful birds flew in the air above the little village as sweet smelling spring flowers bloomed everywhere. I could hear children crying out as we came into view of their village. There were rows of canoes lined up next to the bank of the river. I saw a particularly fat sow running along the river bank, chased by a littler of fat little piglets.

The people stopped and gathered. They watched in confusion as we swept up the river towards their village. It was as if they had never considered they could or would ever be attacked. A few of the men screamed at their wives and children to run into the forest. A group of men rushed towards their huts as they remembered their spears.

Women and children began running into the thick jungle's underbrush. They were long gone by the time our slow canoes made it to the water's edge.

I cursed. We should have attacked at night. Using the element of surprise would have made all the difference in our raid upon the villagers.

Noth bowed to me as I became the first one to leap onto land. I met the first defending River Villager by immolating him in a screaming wail before the fire seared his lungs. The second defender flew into the bright and sunny sky at a wave of my arm.

There was no sign of the blood gods I had heard so much about. I felt utterly deceived. I was mentally prepared to fight a powerful demon foe. The puny humans were a great letdown.

We utterly slaughtered the men of the village. There was almost no mercy shown. I spared a few of the men so that we may question them, and I considered it a mercy, because they had a chance to live by surrendering the location of where their women and children ran off to. They did not think of it as a mercy.

None of my own men died in the attack. The men of this village were all the small weak men of the jungle. None of the men were taller than 5 foot 6 in. They were most often below 5 feet. Very small and very thin were the jungle people.

I put my kara-kesh to use for the first time in months. My own slaves were too happy and biddable to need a good taste of my torture device, and yet, I relished the chance to use it once more. The men of the River village screamed out various locations they knew of within the forest for the women to hide. The most often repeated was a nearby village a few hours walk away.

I dropped the next to the last spared man into the dirt and turned to face the last failed defender. "You will lead us to this village into the woods." The man was young. He could only have married a couple of years previous. I estimated him to be around the age of 14 or so. He looked up at the darkening sky as the sun set. His eyes widened and he grinned suddenly. "The blood gods will be waking soon."

I laughed along with my men. "We have heard the tale of your blood gods." I laughed. "I was disappointed not to meet them in person. I came prepared to kill them."

The boy laughed. "They sleep during the day, and rise at night to take their nightly feast-" A loud smacking sound echoed through the little village of reed and banana leaf huts as I smacked the boy across the face.

"I didn't come here to here anymore tales of blood gods." I told the boy imperiously as two of my Jaffa pulled the boy to his feet. "Lead us to the nearby village in the forest."

The boy chuckled as my men held him still. "You have killed my father." I smacked him again across his other cheek.

"You killed my brothers, you-" I punched the brave boy in the gut. My eyes began to glow a bright yellow.

"I've seen the blood gods do that trick every night since I was born." The boy replied to my violence with a sneer before I had the chance to speak. I grabbed him by his neck and brought him in close. I held my kara-kesh up to his forehead as I watched his eyes widen in fear.

"You have killed my worshipers!" A boy's voice creamed from behind me. I turned in surprise.

Who would dare to interrupt me as I interrogated my last living prisoner?

A young boy stood before me. Barely over 4 ft tall, he was obviously very young. His eyes glowed a burning yellow like my own, but that is where the similarities between us ended. He had prominent eyebrow ridges and long sharp looking fangs.

I smiled. This was the blood god perhaps?

"Are you the blood god of these people?" I asked with a grin as I walked closer to the little demon. "I was expecting someone..." I stopped a few feet away from the demon, "bigger."

The demon growled. "I am the god of blood and death. You will die screaming for killing my worshipers." The demon hissed out between clinched fanged teeth before he screamed. "Feast!"

Blurs of dark skin shown in the moonlight and began to throw my spearmen around like they were small children.

The little demon smirked at my shocked face as I realized why the blood gods were so feared by the jungle people.

They were fast.

I felt a flash of pain before I found myself on my back, the little demon atop me. It moved so fast I could barely see it. It grinned down at me before rearing back a clawed hand to slash my neck open.

I glared and the creature of blood exploded into flames. I watched as the flames turned it to dust far quicker than it should have. I sat up and looked around.

The dark skinned blur still flickered from man to man, swatting them down like flies. Even my Jaffa were tossed aside like a used banana peel. I reached out my hand and clenched my fist. The blur stopped moving as I held it in the grip of my mind.

It's indistinct form became clear as It held still. The form of a naked human female was clear from behind. Baring her fangs at me in a mad look of defiance, it spat to the side and cursed. "What are you to stop me like this?"

I ignored the question as I rose to my feet it was taking almost all of my concentration to hold it's limbs still with my telekinetic grip. I walked closer. A dozen of my men lay groaning on the ground, with their pride and limbs broken.

We had nearly lost this battle due to a single demon child and woman.

"What are you?" I hissed as I drew closer to the being. "How did you become so fast?"

The glowing inhuman yellow eyes and ridged eyebrows melted back into a human looking face as the fangs retracted. "Please, help me. That monster enslaved me a hundred years ago, You killed it though," The demon cajoled. "I'm free of it's evil now."

I was not fooled. I held up my kara-kesh and gave the demon a taste of pain flavored energy. "What are you, and how did you gain such speed?" I asked again. "You are too human-like to be a normal demon and I know you are no god."

The glowing eyes and fangs came back to the demon during my torture with my kara-kesh. I hoped it was going to drop the poor innocent enslaved human act this time.

"I am a Vampire." She hissed out through her agony. "I was turned into one a hundred years ago." Her head dropped down in shame at her defeat. "How are you doing this, human?" She whispered.

"I am no human." My voice changed and my eyes glowed.

"I have a deal for you, Vampire."