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Chapter 20
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Date: July, 3196 BC Location: Arik
Sweat rolled down my forehead as the second thousandth Carrier went through the portal. I panted as the portal shrunk back down to a hundred meters wide and tall. Another 5,000 overloaded al'kesh streamed through the portal and into San.
I waited as I caught my breath and then opened the portal I could only hold it open wide for another one thousand carriers to stream through the opening at speeds that shattered the speed of sound. D'Hoffryn patted me on the shoulder and yelled something I couldn't make out over the noise.
"What is it?" I yelled out. And then my eyes widened. The portal snapped shut as I lost concentration. Behind me stood an absolutely massive hoard of naked creatures. They were mostly identical. They all had the lower bodies of men, and the heads of bulls, with long black horns. They were running in our direction as fast as they could.
The hoard was stretched as far as the eye could see. There appeared to be no end of them in sight. They bellowed loud and long and in sync as they charged. It was as if they were mooing a chant.
Grimacing, I tried to open a new portal to escape, only to feel a spasm of pain. I tried again as D'Hoffryn screamed in mortal fear at the hoard of charging bull men. I cursed as I tried to open a portal for the final time. I felt my muscles clench painfully, and almost fell over.
I reached out with the Judge's power as the bull headed naked crazies kept charging. The white light arced off my finger in the direction of the charging hoard. The light dissipated as it flowed over the first bull's naked chest.
I just stood there and relaxed. This was it... No! Not like this... Not stuck in some hell dimension being trampled to death by a sea of cow people. They were close now, 50 yards.
"You have strength, like your father." I told the hyperventilating D'Hoffryn.
40 yards.
"We won't die here." I added. "We'll win this fight." I added.
30 yards.
D'Hoffryn looked at me, panic clear in his eyes. "What?"
20 yards.
""Kill them all. Don't stop until they are all dead. Like ants in front of a hurricane."
"Now charge!" I yelled as I ran forwards to meet the bulls head long.
Chanting, I crossed the distance in a flash. My arm lashed out into the largest bull's ribcage. I ripped out the pumping heart and flashed away from the hoard in a burst of speed. I grabbed the white faced yet blue skinned D'Hoffryn and hauled him along behind me for several hundred meters.
I turned to face the charging horde once more and practically shoved the still pulsing heart down my throat. I lost control over Kek as my mind wrenched in agony. Memory after memory assaulted my mind.
I was Grom, the 15,000 year old chieftain of the 'Sorrowful Wail' clan of Minotaurs.
I was a young calf as I saw my future of having my heart devoured by a horn faced giant. I was breeding one of my cows as another gave birth, I needed the numbers for the future. I was a young calf again, learning how to read the minds of my fellows and understand them. We did not have the ability to speak verbally like the tongues.
The tongues were telling me that they would trap the horned giant as soon as he enters the world of Glorificus. The Chief of the tongues performs the ritual to keep the walls between dimensions closed while the war-chief performs the ritual to to summon the mighty Goddess. Glorificus.
Summon mighty Goddess?
Oh shit...
I charged into the mass of mooing bull bodies like a wrecking ball. I felt visions of the future come to me. An angry yet unearthly beautiful Hell Goddess riped me limb from limb for daring to invade her domain.
A second vision. I moved fast enough to stop her from being summoned. Plasma rained down from the sky, obliterating all of the mooing and black magic using demons. I could make it in time!
I increased my speed as the sky began to darken. I glanced up quickly to see countless black triangles descending down from the sky, giving shade from the bright noon sun. Plasma began to rain down into the ranks of mooing crazed hell Goddess worshipers around me.
I fought with my bare hands, ripping limbs off, climbing over biting, clawing, punching kicking, stomping bodies as fast as I could, I ran for where I knew the tongues performed their rituals. I crested the hill, chanting once more. Down below were two lone Tongues. Throw were both sitting inside of pentagrams of think lines of salt poured onto the green grass of the hillside.
I could not tell which one was the one summoning the Hell Goddess. I ripped the hearts out of both of the little human sized demons. I devoured them both at once with a feeling of triumph. No Hell Goddess was going to be summoned here.
There was nothing I could do as I held my head and memories began to assault my mind once again. There was nothing to do but grit my teeth and bear the pain as the double memories made my mandibles shudder in agony. I could feel Kek taking over the fight against the minotaurs As I fought not to pass out.
I was the war-chief and the tribal chief as the minotaur elder fed us his blood so that we might understand him. I read his mind as he described the giant from another world coming to crush us all. I felt myself shudder as I saw the horn faced giant ripping my heart out.
I was a young little demon learning magic from my great grand-sire He was the wisest of all. I was a war-chief performing the ritual next to my great grand-sire. If either one of us died inside the pentagram, the Goddess would be summoned. One of us must die.
I looked upon my great grand-pup and prayed it was I that met his doom to bring the Goddess's attention to the battle between the invaders and her loyal slaves. Perhaps she will look upon my soul kindly and devour me gently...
I took back control of Kek to find him flying through the air. Al'kesh were hovering all around, using their ring transports to send down a dozen shak'nel wielding Jaffa at once. I crashed into an al'kesh with a thunderous crash, knocking it onto it's side.
I rose to my feet before the Hell Goddess was in front of me. I was not as helpless now as I was as Kek. I knew where she would strike as premonition took hold. I dodged to the left as she struck out. Her hauntingly beautiful blond haired angelic face twisted in rage and hatred as she glared at me.
I knew the spell she had used to banish the two other gods that had once ruled this dimension alongside Glorificus. The reverse possession spell was used by Glorificus in front of her worshipers as she banished Mag and Ogg into the bodies of mortals. The hell Goddess had then killed every mortal on her dimension.
I copied that spell now as I chanted. At the last moment I opened up a portal to the far side of Tau'ri from my palace behind her. She choked suddenly as I finished my spell. Her body fell to the ground twitching as I watched her soul zoom into my portal.
I chanted the essence devouring spell once more as I closed the portal behind the soon to be powerless Goddess. She would have to regain her powers the slow way, as I gained her powers. My fist dug through the hardest ribs I have ever felt. I pulled out a glowing and beating heart. I put it into my mouth...
and swallowed.
The world exploded as the battle around me faded away. Sounds became muted and wet as the time before time played across my eyes. I saw the stars form and break apart. I saw planets rise and fall. I saw other gods rise to power.
Then I killed those gods.
I lived through disconnected days of slaughter and horror. Wherever my worshipers summoned me, I arose and wrecked havoc. The mortals of San wen extinct as I killed them in mass, for thousands of years of festive slaughter, until only my slaves were left alive.
I had won!
I was Power.
I was... Glory!
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"Wake up son." I slapped D'Hoffryn a little harder. "Wake up!" I yelled as I slapped him for the third time. It was my first time performing the resurrection spell. I needed to make sure It worked, so I didn't use the sarcophagus on my blue son.
He groaned suddenly as his eyes blinked at the darkening twilight sky. "What happened?" He asked weakly.
"The bulls stomped you into the dirt. But don't worry. I saved a Tongue and a Bull for you and Queen Mab." I smiled down at the shaken young demon.
I had spent hours coming down from the power high I had gotten as the powers of a real Hell God flooded into me before attempting the resurrection spell. I was truly happy that it worked. I had control over life and death now. I may not be at the level of the Powers That Be, but I was a God now.
God, not god.
I had the ability to interact with souls now. I could devour them, and give them a painless and quiet ending while drawing power from them, or I could trap the souls, while giving the souls a 'good' or 'bad' experience, while collecting less power.
I could make heaven or hell for my worshipers.
Truly, there was no other description for a God than the one who controls your afterlife.
After clearing the battle field and taking the body of the Hell Goddess for experimentation, I opened the portal for Arik. It was far easier this time than the last. Magic just seemed to flow from my body, without tiring. I was a living wellspring of magic.
I was the last to walk through the portal after D'Hoffryn. He was still shaken after being beaten to death, while I still felt High. I went to Find Nana. I ended up holding her up off the ground by her facial horns as I nailed her like only a God could. When she wore out, I went searching for Bastet and Kali.
"What gotten into you?" Bastet moaned as I pounded in and out of her far more aggressively and faster than ever before. "You are so good today."
"I ascended to Godhood." I told her the truth. "I killed a Hell-Goddess and took her powers for my own. I am now a Hell-God in my own right, and I feel the urge to dominate overwhelming me." I admitted my true feelings aloud.
Kali giggled. "Ooh, I do love the role-playing. Let me pick my part." She crawled out from under Bastet, licking parts of her jiggling body as she did so. "I am the Queen Goddess of Hell. You killed my daughter. Now you must claim my sex before I summon my army of slaves to finish you off, oh newly arisen lord Hell-God."
Bastet was worn out, well used, and bruised as I tossed her on the bed and jumped atop the struggling form of Kali. She did her best to resist me, including biting, scratching, attempted eye gouging, Kicking, punching, and spitting. I still forced her down onto her knees and took her from behind like a wild animal.
I slaked my thirst for domination on Sera for awhile after Kali and Bastet were worn raw. After Sera started to bleed heavily, I moved on to Susen. The baseline human lo'taur was a true beauty. She would have been the host to one of my children if I had not claimed her as my own.
I really enjoyed the way she cried out in pain and misery as tears filled her sad eyes. She had tried to kill herself a few times, but I always used a sarcophagus to bring her back. Her little baseline human rear hole was tighter that Sera's had been for a long time. She had such beautiful screams of agony as I took her more forcefully than ever before.
After using Susen's little hole for several hours, Nana was recovered and ready for action, and I started the cycle again.
"You are the God of sex, just as I am the goddess of sex. I hereby dub you, Apep, God of chance, change, chaos, and sex." Bastet sighed after my third round. My lust had finally began to wane. Kali was practically comatose as she was curled in on herself next to us. Every once in awhile, Kali the Destroyer would would shudder with the aftershocks of intense orgasm.
"You think I am worthy of the title God of sex?" I asked her honestly.
Bastet burst out laughing. I found myself more than a little offended at her laughter. I opened my mouth to voice my discontent when her next words gave me pause.
"You are the most skilled lover in the galaxy. I have never felt as much pleasure as I have when I am with you." She draped herself over my chest and rested her face on my neck. She passed out soon after, leaving me to stare up at the golden mirror that hung above Bastet's bed.
I felt emboldened by her words. I was not just the god of chance, change, and chaos. I was a God.
Still, I was almost powerless when compared to the Powers That Be. The Beings who had attempted to kill my Nana, had succeeded in killing my sweet Herit, and were likely going to try and kill me too. I felt that with enough worshipers, I may be able to overcome the damed Powers That Be.
They appeared to only care about the Tau'ri. Still, I felt that there was nothing I could do to keep their attention from myself. They were obsessed with making me miserable, I felt.
A vision flashed before my eyes. A series of Chappa'ai symbols flickered over my vision followed by myself standing triumphant over a fallen Ra. I memorized the chappa'ai symbols, and rose from the bed.
Bastet groaned in her sleep as I left her grasping nothing. She rolled over and spooned into Kali's back with a half moan/ half purr of contentment. I left the room quietly and ringed to the chappa'ai. After taking the portal back to Arik, I headed to my laboratory.
The body of the Hell-Goddess lay in a stasis field, I scanned every inch of her body, and found quite a few startling things. No signs of growth in her bones or teeth. No DNA.
Still living Eggs were in her ovaries. I extracted them with care and put them in separate stasis containers. The 12 living eggs also had no signs of DNA.
There was no signs of environmental damage to her body. No DNA.
No signs of vestigial organs or evolutionary history of the body. No DNA.
No belly button. No DNA.
I took her body out of stasis to search for DNA physically. The scans could be wrong. "What are you secrets?" I asked the dead body. "What are you made from?" After approximately two hours of dissection, her body spontaneously vanished from underneath me.
I was very startled to find myself thinking of the lack of memories I received from Glorificus. Perhaps I had only absorbed part of her essence? Why had I not considered that before? I had banished the soul of a Hell-Goddess out of her body and and sent it to Tau'ri.
Perhaps the Powers That Be had taken her body?
Perhaps there was no real body to begin with?
Gods were not trapped by a physical form like I was... I was not yet a God, simply high on my own power and not thinking.
I had to become more than a physical form to be a real God.
Glorificus's ovum in stasis stayed, even as the progenitor's body vanished. I would be experimenting with those.
Luckily, I still had the ability to manipulate souls in ways the gods the Goa'uld pretended to be could only dream of. I could control, summon, steal, create, interrogate, destroy, devour, and feed off of souls. I could give them a feeling of goodness and pleasure, or pain and fear as I fed off of countless souls at the same time in the parody of an afterlife.
I had to take a soul personally to keep it as mine for eternity. It would be nice to just have the souls of my worshipers to collect together and await me to devour them. I did not know that piece of magic, and neither did Glorificus, I was sure.
One thing was clear through all the questions and confusion.
I had to move beyond a physical form to truly call myself a God.
Glorificus had been without form until the tongues had summoned her. I lacked her memories outside of a physical form. She had been a being of pure energy, until summoned. Energy of course, did not have a memory to absorb like the essence of Glorificus's body.
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Date: August, 3196 BC Location: Marduk's Solar System.
100,000 cloaked carriers escorted 250,000 cloaked Trois and the single cloaked Super-Troi named Kalash to the palace moon belonging to Marduk. The nine gas giants of Tiamat's old system was wonderful to behold. The utter beauty of the place was tempered in my mind by the vile acts I could imagine Marduk committing.
The former ash'rak assassin was a cold and cruel Goa'uld, even from the prospective of a 'cruel' Goa'uld like Ra. He had been on the high council of system lords for the last 5,000 years after killing the 'Mad Queen' Tiamat. It was his reward for ending a real threat to Ra's rules in a short and bloody manner.
It was well known that Tiamat had possessed an artifact called the 'Eye of Tiamat'. All that was known about it was that it was one of six, and they were terrible and powerful weapons. The Eye of Tiamat was one of what were collectively known as the 'Eyes of the Goa'uld'.
The System lords that owned them were named Balor, Apophis, Ra, Tiamat, Osiris, and Ptah. Osiris's was owned by Ra, giving him two as was his right as the most powerful of all system lords.. Marduk owned the Eye of Tiamat, making him powerful.
It was known that the eyes were powerful weapons separately. Combined, their power was multiplied by 100.
I wanted that power combined.
Failing that, I would settle for Marduk's so that I could create my own.
100,000 Trois and another 250,000 ha'tak circled the gas giant planet that used to be known simply as Tiamat, but was now known as Marduk.
The Trois were confiscated from my own fleet, And I knew their weaknesses. The ha'tak also had a weakness. Their 60 staff cannons made the ships vulnerable to enemy fire, by taking energy away from the shields. This made the shields weaker than they could be. A fatal flaw when a ship had armor as week as the standard ha'tak's.
I kept the Kalash far back from the rest of the fleet and uncloaked a long way away from the palace world. I sent a constant hailing message to Marduk, and prepared to hear an answer back. It was a long wait. My Carriers were drifting with their engines cut off to reduce heat energy emissions and fool sensor readings.
The carriers had drifted all the way into orbit of the gas giant known as Marduk. The palace moon also orbited the massive planet. My Trios class ships were surrounding the former ships of my fleet. He was an utterly terrible system lord. His own Jaffa had been known to openly rebel.
"Hail, incoming sir, Display on the center projector. " Niko called out as I relaxed into my throne-like command chair on the pel'tak of the Kalash Super-Troi. "Display in 3...2...1..."
The holographic projector kicked on with a hum and Marduk's red face glared at me. "What are you doing, bringing that monstrosity of a ship into my territory?" He demanded angrily, spit flying from his mouth. "turn around and leave now, before I crush you with my fleet you-" I interrupted his rant with a quick pair of sentences.
"Surrender or die. You have ten seconds to reply." I pressed a button on my chair, sending the signal for my fleet to uncloak. The 100,000 carriers disgorged one hundred million death gliders and eight million al'kesh in the blink of an eye. The carriers quickly cloaked once more.
"Why would I surrender to you? You weak..." Marduk trailed off as he noticed my Trois uncloaking, surrounding my former fleet.
After ten seconds had elapsed, I shut off the connection to the communication console, and leaned back into my seat for a moment as my own Trois fired on the off guard and severely undermanned enemy ships. The shots were aimed strategically at the laser cannon ports and sensors. Around a quarter of the enemy ships got off laser cannon salvos before the tubes were welded shut.
None of the laser cannon shots from the enemy ships were target locked by trained gunners. The fire was concentrated on the first few ranks of Trois. Around 1000 of my Trois were blown to pieces as their generators were punctured thanks to the concentrated firepower of 25,000 Trois firing at once.
As my own Trois had their Al'kesh, loaded with boarding parties, begin to unclasp from the hulls I rose from my command chair. "Take over the orbital operation. I am going down to the surface for the target." I told Niko.
I ringed to my modified al'kesh and rode down to the surface of the palace moon. The al'kesh was modified to have the shield strength of a ha'tak. The cargo bay was filled with a massive generator and energy relays to control the flow of power to the shields. I wanted some extra warning time to open a portal and flee should the al'kesh be targeted heavily.
The moon was being active scanned by many wavelengths of light as death gliders blockaded the moon. It was going to be a bad day for Marduk. Or it would be a bad day for me if the Eye of Tiamat weapon was hand-held.
I waited in the enlarged ring room aboard the modified al'kesh and ringed down to the surface with my bodyguards as we strafed the palace shields with plasma bombs.
A flash of light took me from the ring platform of the modified al'kesh to the surface. The moon had a rocky and desolate landscape. The palace of Marduk lay in the middle of a city. Smoke drifted high above the city where al'kesh had bombed staff cannon emplacements. The city was being invaded from every side by cloned fleet Jaffa, led by CT Jaffa.
The palace shields glowed a bright yellow as bomb after bomb was dropped on top of it. I felt nothing but boredom as I attempted to read the near future for threats. Marduk was a skilled ash'rak after all. I saw nothing, save for a stray al'kesh blast that will singe a few of my hairs if I keep standing so close to the shields as they were being bombed.
I backed away from the shields and waited for another hour for the shields to weaken. The shields had to be weakened slowly to avoid damaging the palace. I wanted to take no risks of destroying the Eye of Tiamat, whatever it was, and wherever it was within the palace. I wanted that weapon badly enough to risk one of my four fleet's destruction.
Soon, I grew tired of waiting for a single al'kesh at a time to make bombing runs. An idea occurred to me as I watched row after row of thousands of CT Jaffa line up surrounding the shields.
I waved Eve over. "Tell them to draw shak'nels and begin firing on on the palace shields. I want all on them firing until that shield goes down."
The ranks of Jaffa drew their weapons and began to fire after Eve shouted the orders. Ten thousand small blasts of plasma rained on the palace shields. They glowed far brighter than they had as the al'kesh ran bombing runs. The shields lasted for five minutes before falling.
"Charge!" I bellowed as I ran forward at a slow trot. I was at the front of the formation as we crested the steps leading into the massive palace. The stepped pyramid symbol of Marduk was emblazoned on every wall in the entrance chamber. Row after row of Jaffa stood bunched inside the entrance chamber with their staff weapons extended.
My shield generator kicked on as the enemy Jaffa began to fire. Cloned Jaffa hurled themselves as far forwards as far as they could before the plasma fire killed them, firing as they did. My Jaffa soon flooded the chamber and cut through the first room of enemy Jaffa.
I led from the front as I searched every room we passed for anything that could be the Eye of Tiamat.
Soon, we were before the giant doors to Marduk's throne room. The doors were made of solid gold and had been welded shut with plasma fire from the inside. Usually I would have a staff cannon blast the door away, but that would risk damaging what was in the room.
"Back away, all of you!" I bellowed. "I will open this door and face what is inside by myself. I cannot risk any of you harming the Eye of Tiamat!" My Jaffa lowered their weapons and most went to secure the rest of the palace while I studied the door and what was behind it.
I felt forty-two souls within the throne room and sensed a great wellspring of power. The object of my desire was in the throne-room. I smiled.
Finally.
I waved my arm and the doors ripped off their heavy hinges with a screech of twisting metal. I let the doors drop onto four nearby Jaffa. I felt eight souls enter my reservoir. I devoured the souls internally and absorbed their knowledge before I walked forwards into the throne-room.
Jaffa began to fire on my personal shield as the Judge's light began to arc off my hands. Marduk screamed in fury as soon as he saw me and rush forward off his throne, with a knife in his hand. Enemy Jaffa screamed and were incinerated as Marduk charged.
The chamber was silent save for the enraged screams of Marduk as he grew near, swinging his knife. I decided not to engage the ash'rak assassin in hand to hand combat and instead simply lifted him off the ground with my growing telekinetic ability.
"The High Council will have your head for this!" Marduk screamed in fury as he drew back his arm and threw the knife at my heart. I ignored his meaningless words as I caught the knife by it's blade and examined it as Marduk cursed and screamed. The knife was my favorite shade of silver as well as exquisitely crafted. I tucked it into my silver skirt as a souvenir.
I extended my senses for the great source of power I felt from outside the door.
It was coming from Marduk.
I walked closer to him and held him still as I began to rifle through his robe pockets. Two more knives, a za'tarc laser weapon, and a concealed zat'nik'tel. Finally I found a glowing yellow jewel. It was the size of my fist and radiated power, both magical and mundane.
My mouth hung open in shock. I was stunned to find such a powerful magical artifact in the possession of the Goa'uld. Were all the Eyes of the Goa'uld magical? It would take further study.
I negligently pointed my kara-kesh at the loudly ranting false god and set it to the highest setting of pain possible. I helm him under the device until his corpse started to smoke as I stared at the Eye of the Goa'uld.
Thinking about everything Ra knew about the Eyes did very little. They were before his time. Thinking of everything Neith knew of them was little more informative. She had heard the rumor that they were artifacts of the Ancients left of the Goa'uld home-world after a visit.
How did they radiate so much magical power however?
I was struck by another epiphany, similar to how I realized that I wasn't a God. It was a simple question that I could think of no answer to. It may explain why I could feel the magic radiating off the Eye of Tiamat.
What was magical power?
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Date: December, 3196 BC Location: Arik
Arik was not really a secret, I had not tried very hard to hide it, instead I constantly upgraded the fortifications and fleet surrounding the stockpile of ships, warriors and naquada. With my influx of naquada and extremely large stockpile, I expanded my defensive measures over the planet even more.
500,000 laser cannon batteries guarded the planet, as did 50,000 Carriers and 200,000 Trois. There was no way that I could see to guarantee victory, other than to continue building defensive batteries and ships. The training academies and clone vats on the planet made it too valuable to take a risk on, so construction continued.
I developed a new class of ship after seeing the effectiveness of the laser cannon batteries in person. A no-name low ranked system lord had wasted 5 million ships in an attempt to steal my naquada stockpile in such a 'lightly' defended solar system. The defensive batteries were too small to be seen as a threat. They had wiped out the fleet with three quick salvos as the fleet came into close range.
The Destroyer was meant to be fast, maneuverable, and able to do damage. It was shaped triangularly, like the al'kesh. And was about twice the size of an al'kesh. It was very small compared to a ha'tak and very cheap to produce.
With it's small size came it's small crew of pilots, repair Unas, and gunners. The ship had small living quarters for 20 crew-members. It was armed with a single laser cannon and six lasers of new design. The lasers were based off of the za'tarc assassin's weapon, and were perfect for weakening shields with constant fire or destroying strike-craft like al'kesh and death gliders.
It's shield could stand up to a ha'tak's energy weapon output for only a few minutes, but they weren't intended to stay still and take the fire of a capital ship. They were escorts for Carriers and Trios who would carry the boarding craft and strike-ships.
It was a ship built for after the time of ha'taks was over, and would hasten the end of the ha'tak as a weapon of war.
It was fast, lightly shielded, and heavily armed. Perfect for going into a battle at the tip of a space fleet. It would take out both a ha'tak and a slew of strike craft at the same time. It would be the new staple battleship of the Goa'uld if I had anything to say about it.
With the next Summit not coming for another 95 years, I had the time to get a head start on production of a new ship class. I would not have to pass around it's schematics to the other system lords until the next Summit. I expected that they would be gnawing at the bit to get their hands of these destroyers as soon as they could.
They were ten times the price in naquada of an al'kesh, but they made up for it in ability. Carrier production was cut down to 40,000 a year as the destroyer class ships took over as my most produced ship. It's small size and single heavy weapon made it easier to produce than a defensive laser cannon battery. 40,000 were being produced every month.
At a rate of almost 500,000 a year, they were going to make me one of the strongest system lords in the galaxy by the time the next Summit came around. I informed Bastet and Kali of my new ship class, but they were more concerned with building up their fleets of Troi class battleships, that were stronger than the destroyers.
It was their loss to not see the benefit.
My experiments with the ovum of Glorificus had begun. I fertilized one of the ovum with the a male sperm of Kek II. The single cell had immediately begun growing. I attached the cell to the wall of Nana's womb and monitored it's slow growth. It grew far slower than even an Unas.
I was excited to see what could be born between the union of Unas, God, and Demon.