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Chapter 25

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The old demon's eyes bulged with shock.

"Duke Sulla will raise the city to the ground." He moaned to himself. "Why must he attack here? I never threatened him? He must want my title of Archduke." The wrinkled old horned being muttered to himself.

He turned to look at me. "I must have those weapons, now! If I can repel his attack, I will be able to follow through with our bargain."

I feigned confusion. "You want 50,000 weapons, now? Don't you have an army of demons and automatons?" It would satisfy my boredom to tease the demon for a moment before giving him the weapons.

"No you fool! You don't understand!" The demon shouted angrily. "Duke Sulla's army is massive. I stand no chance against him without the weapons."

My eyes narrowed into slits. I was no fool, and I didn't appreciate a demon calling me one.

"If you can't keep control of your own city..." I hissed lowly. "Then what use are you to me as an ally? Fool."

I was standing in front of the demon faster than lightning. My hand struck out, ripping out his heart. I bit into it just moments before a white light flashed. I had been transported into a cell. I bit into the rest of the heart and savored the taste as I looked about the cell I inhabited. Dark stone, with the ever present smell of shit the city stank of. Water dripped down from a moldy ceiling.

I swallowed the heart.

The world exploded in pain as I spent a hundred lifetimes rising through the merchant ranks. I was young noble Antonius as he rose from being a lowly baron of a small trading house in the countryside, into the powerhouse of a city he controlled today.

I learned the ins and outs of magic from my grandfather. I learned how to control the demons around me with magic. I learned to shield my mind from control. It also blocked mind reading. Getting your mind read was a quick way to end up on the wrong side of a negotiation.

I learned the magics that imitated technology. They were simple manipulations of ZPM once you figured out how it worked.

I learned of creating automatons. It was a powerful animation enchantment on a statue of solid silver. The spell could last for thousands of years in the magically sensitive silver metal. It was enchanted to have built in senses, like sight and sound. The animated metal had to be trained like a human in the arts of combat.

I learned the transporting spells. They could be cast at will to move from place to place within a dimension. Other spells could be used to travel from dimension to dimension.

I learned the names, natural resources, and species of a hundred dimensions. I knew what they traded, and to whom, for what in return. I learned to speak a dozen new demon languages, and learned to write three. Some of the Dimensions held real advanced technology.

The advanced conjuring techniques were good for producing much needed trade goods to idiot travelers. The spells were also good for feeding the masses when famine hit. Witches and warlocks were locked in massive steel buildings, where their magic was sucked out of them to fuel massive conjuration spells.

I taught magic and merchantability to my young grandson, Sebassis. He lived in his father's city of the other side of the world, but he teleported over once a week to learn the old ways from me. He was a good student.

Gasping, I came back to awareness of my own body. I performed a teleportation spell, aiming for D'Hoffryn, only to feel the magic fizzle and die. Was D'Hoffryn dead?

Growing angry, I tried the spell again, targeting Atia. The magic fizzled and died once more.

I screamed at the ceiling in absolute fury.

My Ancient was gone.

My son was gone.

All I wanted to do was lay waste to this world. I resolved to return from Factory with my entire fleet and vaporise every last rock. I tried to open a portal to Factory, only for the portal to flicked and disappear.

That stalled my fury for a moment.

Feeling stupid for my rage, I slapped my forehead. Transportation magic was warded against in the dungeons. Only incoming transportation was allowed. I felt relief. Stalking over to the thick steel bars of the cell, I strained against the bars of the cell. The bars were reinforced with magic, to keep some of the big demons in their cells.

It was a test of my Hell-God strength. I was stronger than a big demon however. I was stronger than any demon species I knew of, or I would have taken their bodies as my own. The steel bars screeched as I flexed my muscles. The bars held. I made a mental note to find whoever enchanted these bars and to get them on enchanting my ship's hulls.

I soon gave up on breaking through the bars, and began to instead crumble the granite stone wall the cell was carved out of. The granite crumbled like powder as I punched away at the tough rock. Within a minute, I had started digging my way upwards, out of the dungeons, and into the palace proper. I soon found myself able to teleport, which I did.

I found myself in my wing of rooms, as my warriors stood at the entrance to the wing, guarding the entrance with their lives. They jumped and pointed their slug-throwers my way as I appeared in a flash of white light.

"Stand down." I replied. "We are pulling out. This mission is a wash. Go and find Atia and D'Hoffryn. We're leaving this dimension."

After collecting Atia and D'Hoffryn, I opened a portal to Factory. After a quick discussion, I decided to invade the Dimension once I had the power to face the angry dimensional traveling Gods that liked to trade on The Market dimension. They would all come for me if I took away their trading world.

No need to suicide when I am so close to becoming an all-powerful God.

666

Date: May, 2989 BC Location: Bubastis

Bubastis was the planet that orbited a star of the same same. It was a very young yellow star, like the star of Tau'ri, but younger. A massive amount of resources were put together to begin the construction of my most ambitious project to date.

A charger for ZPM crystals.

The entire sun, Bubastis, was set aside for the purpose. The beginning stages of construction had only just begun. Large solar energy collecting satellites orbited the sun. More were constantly under construction. Bastet would have had a fit if she were capable of it as her beloved planet began to grow cold and wither.

I had used the demonic spells of mind control on both Kali, and Bastet. They were utterly loyal. I had carved my control into their very souls. Unlike with the spells learned from Glorificus's universe, the Archduke's control spells were as strong as iron.

I moved Kali and Bastet into a set of rooms in my palace on Tau'ri, for safe keeping, until the next High Council of System Lords Summit. Their votes there were still very valuable.

Slowly, the hand-off of territorial control had begun. Their worlds began to transform into one of four types of worlds. Their regular land-based mines were taken over by cloned Unas slaves, who worked faster and longer. I began orbital mining, and defensive platform construction.

All over the territory of Bastet and Kali, regular Jaffa were being retired and replaced with my own CT Jaffa. The adult populations of Jaffa, Unas, and Humans were done away with on 160,000 worlds.

550,000,000 ha'tak and 30,000,000 Trois belonging to Bastet and Kali were converted into mining vessels. My own fleets guarded the enlarged space of my territory.

The daily shipments of naquada to Factory became truly massive. The output of any 12 system lords put together would be hard pressed to match the output of my many orbital or surface mines. My Factory dimension's construction rate probably equaled all of the other Goa'uld in the galaxy put together. I was literally swimming in ships.

My numbers had finally hit a point that I could feel safe expanding with. After losing all of my last fleet to the Asgard, I had built my new fleet to stand up to such attacks.

500,000,000 Destroyers. 100,000,000 Carriers. 25,000,000 Battlecruisers.

My fleet was ready.

In spring of 2989 BC, I launched an all out attack against Nirrti on the Eastern flank, and absorbed another 20,000 worlds. I was the master of 250,000 worlds in a mere few centuries. It was the quickest rise that any Goa'uld had ever known. If Ra knew the true strength of my fleet, he would have launched everything he had at me.

But he didn't.

Cronus was so busy rebuilding his empire, that he didn't know it had all been conquered by Noshni until his ship exploded in a hail of Ancient weapon slug-thrower rounds. I expanded another 30,000 worlds, bringing me up to 280,000 worlds under my control.

Naquada flowed like water.

999

Date: 2950 BC

"No, you need more land, but out of the way and far removed from the rest of the world." Atia argued. "The dark skinned continent is connected to the lands of the yellow skinned and the pale skinned. You will invariably begin to affect their natural habitat if you continue to be so present on the planet. You need an island. A big island."

I tilted my head and looked at the blond beauty out of the corner of my eye. I was growing used to following her suggestions. They always helped in the long run, and helped me build a persona as a benevolent and kind God with little effort.

"There" She pointed at a spot on the hologram. "The rest of the humans wont develop enough to discover this island(Australia) for another 5,000 years or so if you allow them to develop on their own. It is a perfect place for you to build a truly magnificent palace on,"

"What about the humans that live there already?" I asked. "I know there are people there."

The pretty Ancient closed her eyes and communed with her ascended powers for a moment before she grimaced. "They are the least intelligent humans in the galaxy. They will not develop beyond stone tools and a hunter-gatherer lifestyle until discovered by a more intelligent genotype. You will be safe doing whatever you like with them. They are worthless in your grand scheme."

I considered her words carefully before nodding. I did want to build a truly majestic and mythical palace on Tau'ri, without ruining their quaint primitive feel. I had spent my childhood in the primitive jungles, hunting demons with pointed sticks and ten ma'tok. Primitive Tau'ri was a part of me. As deeply as I held a hatred for Ra, I loved my home planet.

It was home, and I wanted a palace to showcase my power. I did not want to take away Tau'ri's unique primitiveness and replace it with the same strict rules and traditions as I did my other planets. Tau'ri was demon infested and wild. I wanted to own it, not destroy it. The planet would have to be united for me to rule it, and I had no need to rush it's unification or technological advancement.

I wanted the Tau'ri to take it easy. To develop at a slow pace. I wanted them to develop without the interference they would have if I stuck around so visibly on the dark skinned lands. It was time for me to pack up my ancient little city and move to a less inhabited portion of the world.

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Date: 2930 BC Location: Ra's Prison World

I found that the range limits of my teleportation magic was only limited by the amount of magic I had. It was no surprise with all six of the Eyes of the Goa'uld embedded in my flesh, that I would have the power to teleport across the galaxy, deep into the territory of Ra.

With a goal in mind, I made my way to his most secure prison planet.

The prison was a hollow sphere, a few miles in diameter. It came with a garrison of 3,000 Jaffa guards, and 10,000 prisoners. Some of them had been in the prison since it's creation thousands of years ago. Nut was a brother of Ra who had been imprisoned for roughly 25,000 years. He had Rebelled against Neith, and been imprisoned for it. Ra saw no reason to release his older brother.

I was not here for Nut however.

Alarms started to sound as I appeared on the walkway outside of a certain cell. Plasma bursts began to fire down on me as Jaffa began pouring out of their barracks. The cell behind me was jerked into the sky by a gravity hook as the occupant shrieked in surprise.

I growled at the sensors that had detected me and destroyed them with a fire-ball. The plasma continued to rain down on me me increasing accuracy as the Jaffa drew closer. I was in the mood to slaughter something. I'd not had the chance since the last hell dimension raid a year before.

Cracking my neck as I glared at the knuckle dragging Jaffa specimens. They weren't even enhanced. They were the old bog-standard Jaffa that could be found in any backwater planet these days. They were utterly terrible shots with the ma'tok staff weapons they wielded. I almost felt embarrassed for them.

Almost.

I sped up a set of stairs and up onto the main platform the Jaffa guards lived on. I was a blur to the Jaffa as I moved from place to place, dodging plasma fire. I stopped next to each Jaffa only for an instant before I touched them with a finger. A single finger was all it took. I left breathing yet mindless bodies behind me as I ripped away Jaffa souls, one by one.

The souls barely satisfied my hunger as I moved From Jaffa to Jaffa, sparing none. I wanted to feast on the souls of the powerful one day, now weak Jaffa and Humans.

The World became a haze of frenzied feeding as I ripped the inside of the guards section of the prison to shreds. I ripped and clawed my way through bulkheads. I kicked down Barrack doors and ripped the souls out of the cowering Jaffa inside.

I felt a sense of freedom I had not experienced before. I was finally acting out against Ra, personally. It felt good to destroy his warrior-slaves. It was justice for the deaths of all my Jaffa who had died as I was trapped on Tau'ri.

I stopped in the control room after killing 2,800 of the 3,000 Jaffa in garrison. I flicked off the alarm and sat in the command chair in silence for a moment as I watched the Jaffa flee in a few al'kesh. I relished my victory as I brought the prisoner I was targeting to hang in the highest level of the prison.

After All of the escape ships were away,I opened the doors on all of the prison cells with the push of an icon on the holographic display. I smirked. All those souls of rebels, traitors, or geniuses. Locked away to spend the rest of eternity in the cold metal of a cell. I would give them release.

This was going to be delicious.

I teleported to the lowest level of the prison, and was met by crazed and agitated prisoners. I ran, jumped, and flipped through and over the tightly packed group of prisoners. I gave them all a light brush of my fingertips as I passed them by, as quick as the wind.

As I stopped on the stairway leading to the second level, I looked down at the now silent prison block. I stopped to do the equivalent to chewing as I consumed the souls of the prisoners. They were much better tasting then the guards.

I savored the souls for just a moment longer as I made my way to the next level. There was nowhere to hide from me, as the prisoners learned too quickly for them to see as I blurred towards them. Level after level was cleared in mere minutes. 9,999 prisoners had their souls removed until I stopped in front of the cell in the highest section of the prison.

The door was open, and yet the prisoner was still inside. I pulled the door open with a squeal of rusted hinges. The thin and emaciated Unas lying on the bed looked nothing like the 30,000 years of memories I had of her. I crouched down to her level and and looked into her glazed eyes.

I reached out my hand and laid it atop the female Unas' head. She flinched back in fear. I held her still as I used the only healing spell I know that healed minds as well as bodies. She had a bad need of a mind healing spell.

She struggled quite hard for such a stick thin figure as I held her in a telekinetic grip. I held her on her back, with her mouth wide open. I stood over the Unas and jerked my cock as I imagined Nana's tight gripping pussy. When I finally ejaculated, I shot it all into the struggling Unas' open mouth.

After lowering my skirt, I finished the fertility and wellness spell with a low chant.

The glazed eyes slowly began to clear. She focused her eyes on me I could read the question appearing in her mind as the pain faded away from her body. 'What are you?'

The Unas was like Nana these days, venerable and aged. Her body filled out as the fertility spell brought her to the peak of health and 'fertility'.

I felt some small ring of pleasure to see her brought so low as to have her own son's sperm in her senile old mouth just to stay alive. I looked into her confused eyes. "Hello, mother."

My rival's hatred of her was gone. I hated Ra far more than I disliked Neith. And Neith was an asset I could make good use of.

"Who are you?" She croaked out in a voice unused to speaking in anything other than screams of agony. "Why would you come to rescue me after..." Her eyes misted a little. "So long."

"I am your youngest son." I told her. "Do you remember spawning a group of prim'ta with Ra around 1,500 years ago?"

She nodded slowly, scowl developing across her face. "I remember."

"I am the only survivor of that group. Ra had all of my siblings eaten in ceremony." I said slowly as I reached out with my mind and lifted Neith up off the bed. "I have been building a fleet in secret to take down Ra and his allies, Yu and Apophis."

Her eyes gleamed a little at the idea. "And how did your fleet building go?"

I smiled at her. "I have an army waiting to crush Ra, Yu, and Apophis flat." I smiled brighter as I felt true satisfaction. "All I need is a figure for my allies to rally around."

"You are not alone then?" Neith questioned with a growing twinkle in her eyes as she smacked her lips, recognizing the taste of semen, in her mouth, I bet. "You have allies against Ra?"

I took Neith's small hand in my own as I led her out of her cell for the first time in seven and a half thousand years or so. She was half my height as an non-enhanced female Unas. I towered over her in height as I walked side by side with my mother for the first time.

"I have many allies." I said slowly. "But what I need from you is..." I whispered my plan in her ear. She began to giggle as I told her how I would corner Ra only after rubbing his failure in his face.

I held Neith's hand and led her slowly through the corridors of bodies and shattered bulkheads. We made our way to the control room where I entered the self-destruct sequence into the power generator.

We teleported away to my palace on Tau'ri, just before the deep space prison exploded.

666

Date: January, 2900 Location: Summit World

I got more than a few stares for bringing Atia as my lo'taur. Mostly in jealousy at my fortune to have not only one advanced hak'tar host, but two. A breeding capable pair at that.

The meeting of the High Council had a couple new faces. Olokun was gone, as was Ptah. Zeus and Ba'al took their places. I glared at Ba'al for more than a moment. His accusations had gotten me called up before the High Council centuries ago.

Ra began the meeting with a now customary look over to me. "Would anyone like to share any advancements in technology?" He paused as his white glowing eyes and shining skin gave him an ethereal look of some benevolent spirit.

I nodded. "I have..." I explained my new slug-throwers, armor, and a small advancement I had made with the za'tarc brainwashing device.

"That sounds very interesting," Ra smiled gently as he surveyed his lower ranked system lords like a proud lion looking over it's pride. "Is there any other news before we move on to the rank promotions and demotions?"

We all stayed silent.

"Then let us move on to promotions." Ra gestured at a holographic display. "Let us review what promotions we would like to make."

I cleared my throat for attention.

Ra smiled over at me. "Lord Apep is recognized."

I smiled a very similar smile to Ra's as I looked around the room. "I have a candidate to elect to the High council."

Ra's smile was magnanimous "And who might this be?"

"The lord in question would like to remain nameless until appointed to the council, but I have a list of all of their holdings. 30 million Trois, 50,000 planets, and 200,000,000 ha'tak. I believe that the conclusion to such strength is self evident."

"Nomination is seconded." Kali spoke up in a bored tone. "The number of ships he possesses makes this a very easy case to settle."

"All in favor?" Ra asked. Every system lord in the room raised their hand.

"Nomination passed." Ra turned to me. "Who is our newest High Councilor?"

I smiled as I went over to the door of the council chamber and pressed on the opening button on the panel next to the golden door. The false history of Ra was written all across the door.

Neith stepped through the door, in a radiantly beautiful enhanced human body, Her long curly brown hair was bouncing as she walked behind me. I took a seat on my throne and she took a seat on my lap. We shared a deep kiss, sliding our tongues against each other's slowly.

"Well, Apep? Would you care to introduce us?"

We stopped kissing "Father, allow me to introduce mother."

Ra's smile slipped as he stared at me in confusion for a second.

"My name is Neith." The dark skinned beauty in my lap announced. "and as my first action as a member of the High Council is to elect Apep for promotion to Supreme System Lord."

The chamber had gone so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

"Over my dead body!" Ra roared as he rose to his feet.

"Thats the plan." I whispered.