Google 'Archduke Sebassis'. His species is what the demon rulers of 'The Market' look are.

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Chapter 26

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"You dare to challenge me? You little ingrate!" Ra screamed angrily. "By what right do you dare to challenge me? Was it you who destroyed my prison?"

I laughed as I jiggled Neith's large bust. "Protocol. Ra." I reminded him of the rules of our get together.

He took a seat as he breathed deeply. A cold expression was on his face as he looked at Neith and I. "By what right right do you make the claim of Supreme System Lord?"

"By the oldest right. Pure power. I possess 2 billion Destroyers, 500 million Carriers, and 100 million Battlecruisers. I am allied with four other High Council members, and have the fleet strength to face all the Goa'uld in the galaxy, and win."

"You lie." Ra hissed. "There is no way that you could amass such a fleet without the rest of us knowing."

I laughed. "Was I not the one to first design the Trois you value so much?" I asked "How many of you knew it even existed before I showed it to you? I know all of the Troi's weaknesses. I knew them before you all began to waste your resources on obsolete ships. You should have all spent your time building my newer ship classes. But you didn't and Now I have won without firing a shot."

I looked around the room of system lords as they considered my words. "Everyone here knows that I am the most clever scientist of all time." I looked at Yu and Apophis in particular.

"I tell you, that is not my only talent. I keep my fleets constantly moving, so that their numbers can never be accurately counted. Right now, when each of you return to your domains for recess, you will find a massive fleet waiting for you at each of your throne-worlds." I let out a smirk as I saw my words begin to sink into each and every on of the High System Lords.

"If I am confirmed as Supreme System lord at this meeting, These ships will not attack your domains. If I am not, they will rampage through every sector of known space, forcing all of my rivals into extinction." I gave another little chuckle.

Ra paled as I spoke. The glowing energy of his eyes dimmed as I continued. "Every era must come to an end, and this is the end of yours, father. I am the God you made me to be, don't you remember? Change, Chance, and Chaos, father."

"Change for you, change for the galaxy. It was a slim chance of my victory over you, any one little thing could spell disaster for my plan. It was a chance that I was willing to take. And Finally Chaos, Father. I'm sure you can guess why this one embodies me the most." I couldn't keep the smile out of my voice.

Ra sat in his throne stunned as his world began to unravel.

"Nomination seconded." Morrigan spoke up, as she stared blankly back at the betrayed looking Ra.

"All in favor?" Bastet asked.

Bastet, Kali, Neith, Morrigan, and I all raised our hands first. The others sat in silence for a moment before Yu audibly growled.

"You had better have a fleet at my throne-world, and everyone else's or there will be hell to pay." As he raised his hand, the other system lords slowly followed suit. Ra looked at Apophis with a look of betrayal.

"You too, sister?" He gasped out. "You will leave me without a single ally?"

"Your worlds are burning as we speak." I spoke up. "My first prime began his attack on a thousand of your worlds at once." I grinned. "Your fleets are being destroyed, and your people are dying by the billions. My first prime has no mercy." I could not resist taunting Ra. "The fleets of Kali, Bastet, Morrigan, and Neith have joined my first prime in his attack."

Ra's face turned from stunned to enraged. He rose from his throne in the center of the room and stalked to the exit. "I will not forget what you have done." He pointed to me and hissed. "I will have vengeance." He opened the door and stalked out.

I addressed the rest of the system lords."One moment please, I need to speak with my father in private." I pushed Neith off my lap and hurried to catch up to the fast walking Ra.

"Father!" I called out. "One last thing you should know."

He stopped and turned around to face me. "Do not call me father, you filthy pond spawn."

"I have one last thing for you. A going away present. Here."

I reached out and touched Ra's cheek. His body would have collapsed had I not supported it with my mind as his soul found it's way into my reservoir. It was a sweet moment that I wish could last forever.

'Chewing' on the soul granted me the knowledge that Ra possessed. I molded a bit of zero point energy and conjured a soul. It possessed all of Ra's memories, but none of his hatreds. It possessed a fierce loyalty to me, as it's creator and God. I inserted the soul into the expressionless form of Ra as I heard footsteps behind me.

Ra smiled at me, before turning around and heading to the chappa'ai.

"He is gone then?" Neith's throaty voice asked from behind me. By gone, She meant his soul.

"He will suffer torment for all of eternity." I spoke as I turned around and began to walk back into the High Council chamber. A hand grabbed my shoulder just as I made to open the door.

"Wait." Neith's husky voice stopped me. I looked back at her with an eyebrow raised.

She grabbed my head with both hands and brought my face to hers. We kissed deeply once more. I could smell the want between her legs. We parted for air. Our foreheads rested against one another's as we sucked down a few quick breaths. "Thank you. my son." Neith breathed before giving me a light peck on the lips.

I walked into the High council chamber with my head held high.

Neith had her day. Ra had his. Today, was my day.

I took a seat on what was Ra's throne this morning. It was now my throne. My dream for most of my life had been accomplished in a single day, without a drop of blood being spilled.

Ringing in my head, I could hear Atia's thoughts about how proud of me she was as she moved to stand behind my new throne as Neith took a seat in my old throne.

Neith's mind showed her to be proud of me as well. I was expecting jealousy. She was a Goa'uld after all. Her seven and a half thousand year imprisonment had made her value freedom and reject the title of Supreme System Lord. I had offered it to her. I was content to rule from the shadows for a few more thousand years, but she declined.

I looked around the silent High Council Chamber. They were all aware of the gravity of the situation. A third Dynasty had begun. My Dynasty,

And it was only the beginning.

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After Ra's territory had been split up, and Ra personally ordered his Jaffa to obey their new lords, Ra returned his body back to me. I exorcised the makeshift soul and put Kek's in its place. Kek was delighted with his new Hell-God body, and knew that he was as always my back-up host in case my current host had to die for some reason.

The next year was spent consolidating my power and directing construction efforts to Bubastis. The ZPE crystal charging plant was beginning to take form. A thin line of millions of giant solar satellites were connected to form a ring around the star. The more solar power that was collected, the more that was used by the nano-furnaces to build more solar satellites.

My palace on the island continent was going well. Many of the workers died from the bites of a variety of venomous insects and snakes. My spawn were the main overseers, and were quick to revive the fallen with a quick healing spell, or trip to the sarcophagus. It was estimated that the magnificent palace would be complete in another hundred years or so.

I would be able to move in within the year, however, as a temporary palace was built so that I might stay there as my Palace City was moved and systematically demolished to wipe away evidence of it's existence.

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Date: January, 2899 BC Location Summit World

Neith and I had coitus nearly everywhere on the throne-ship that was used for the Summit. We had coitus for hours in socializing room number 12. I wanted to be very visible. Well wishers greeted me with bows as I passed in the hallways, or in between rounds with Neith or Atia in room 12.

I was in heaven with all of the attention and and subservience directed at me. Even Ba'al had come up to me and humbly apologized for his transgressions. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that he was lying. It was nice enough just to have him humbled so publicly.

"Lord Apep, may I speak to you for a moment?" A voice interrupted my light doze on a bed in social room number 12. Ooh, Another well wisher. I loved those.

I opened my eyes and sat up in the bed. Ptah stood at the foot of the bed. He was the inventor of the death-glider and ha'tak, and was a famous scientist. "What can I do for you, Ptah?" I asked as If I did not already know. He was here to supplicate himself before me, and tell me how powerful and gracious I was.

Ptah's brows furrowed. "I've been developing a new subspace sensor array." The gray haired old Goa'uld said slowly. "And I've found some anomalies."

I blinked. Not the usual supplication, but it would have to do. "And will you be presenting your discovery with the rest of us this century? We could use an upgrade to our subspace sensors. They only range out to two light seconds away from what I remember."

"I will be presenting it next century. I still have too many kinks to work out, but I feel the anomalies are important." Ptah lowered his voice down to a whisper. "I'm on the edge of the southern territory, so the sensor's range reaches deep into Asgard space. I've found a great deal of anomalies."

Now I was interested. I was interested with anything to do with the Asgard. They were my main enemies now that Ra was dead. "Walk with me, and tell me more about these anomalies." I said as I rose from the bed.

Atia rose from the bed as I did, and knotted the silver skirt around my waist. She left a puddle of my seed on the floor as she crouched down to tie off the cloth of silver skirt. I gestured for Ptah to follow as we walked out of the sex room and into the hallway.

"Now, tell me about the Asgard anomalies." I whispered as I smiled and waved at the bowing supplicants we passed in the hall. "I am very interested."

"At first I detected what seems like gamma ray bursts, without a star turning supernova. Further studies into the energy readings made it clear that it was coming from an artificial source. I then focused my sensors into the sector of space they originated from, and found that many of the signals were identical to Asgard energy weapons."

"So they are target practicing." I guessed. "Getting ready for a war with us." I felt a cold chill at the thought of open war with the Asgard.

"I thought that at first as well, until I analyzed the gamma ray bursts once more. It reads similar to the explosion of an Asgard reactor core we once recorded." The rotund scientist said slowly as we came to my room. Atia opened the door and pulled out a couple of chairs from my entry room table.

My 'Supreme System Lord' ranked room contained five different rooms. "So they lost a few ships. And fired off some weapons."

Ptah shook his head negatively. "They lost thousands of ships and are steadily losing more as they retreat away from whoever it is they are fighting. They are retreating deeper into Asgard space, and may even be pushed out of the Milky-way back to the Ida Galaxy in a matter of centuries."

I felt a little numb as I contemplated the power needed to not only destroy thousands of Asgard ships, but to push them back. My stomach twisted into knots at the thought of facing such an enemy if they managed to destroy the Asgard in a few short centuries of war.

"May I send a team of my top scientists to look over your data and help you complete your sensor sooner?" I heard myself ask. I was miles away, thinking of the damage an enemy like that could do to my empire. "It is very important that we find out just what is going on in Asgard space."

"Of course you may send a team of scientists, lord Apep." Ptah answered hurriedly. "I would expect nothing less after reporting something like this to you. May I assume that the scientists will be your own spawn?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"I would be delighted to host a team of your top scientists, lord Apep." The gray haired Goa'uld smiled. "I am sure there is much for me to learn from such skilled scientists as your spawn are known to be."

I smiled slightly as the compliment knocked me out of my worry. "Thank you Ptah. You're own genius is well known." I needed every genius scientist I could muster to fight the Asgard and whoever this unknown enemy are. "Have you considered joining my scientists Ptah? Genius like your own would go a long way in my scientific community."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at me with a tilted head. "When you say scientific community, how many scientists are we talking of? A dozen scientist? Forty or fifty scientists even?" He sounded so excited.

I hated to burst his elitist bubble, but I had far more Scientists than that. They were an integral part of my empire. There took up all of the technician and skilled repair positions in my entire empire. I decided to answer him truthfully. "There are around 200 billion scientists in my domain. If you joined me, you would be put in a group with my five thousand or so top scientists and be given a large private lab, access to the giant communal lab, and all the naquada you desired for the rest of your life."

I could see Ptah's eyes widening. I opened myself up to his mind. He was thinking about the projects he could finally finish if he had the time to complete them instead of wasting his time managing his little empire of 2,500 planets. I could see some of the projects he was thinking about. I had to take this opportunity while I had the chance.

"I will make you a deal, lord Ptah. In return for the your little domain, I am willing to give you your own giant sized lab and 200 of my spawn as lab assistants with unlimited naquada supplies."

Ptah's eyes became as large as saucers as he considered the things he could design and build. That was where his passion lay. I loved sex, powerful weapons, and learning new magic. Ptah loved fashioning great things with his mind and not having to worry about the little details of life.

"De-deal." The old scientist stuttered with nervousness. He was giving up his freedom, in exchange for safety and a lifestyle he craved. "When can I start?"

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Kek and his team had Ptah's subspace sensors working by the third week after the Summit. I had them stretch the sensors out along the border with the Asgard, along the 'southern' section of the galaxy. Hopefully they would allow us to record the emissions of the next battle between the Asgard and their new enemy.

Perhaps it would give me a clue to the identity of the enemies the Asgard had made. Perhaps I would be able to ally with the fearsome species capable of driving back the mighty Asgard.

I made two decrees on my first Summit as the Supreme System Lord. All of the system lords in the Galaxy were ordered to halt construction of all other ships and to only produce Carriers and Battlecruisers. I spread the techniques of my al'kesh mining to speed up construction.

I held little to no hope that my orders would be followed by anyone but the highest ranked system lords. The ships were relatively expensive compared to a cheap Troi, and were untried and untested in the eyes of many.

That would change once fleets of Trois started being crushed by lone Battlecruisers.

It was only a matter of time before I found myself at war with the Asgard. I was not content to sit idly by as the Asgard kept the Goa'uld from spreading over the rest of the galaxy. War with the Asgard was inevitable. I must spend every spare second preparing for such an event, if I wanted my Empire to last for eternity.

The subspace sensors picked up the emissions of a massive battle between the Asgard and their new enemy. The readings made it clear that the Asgard had exchanged weapons fire with the enemy for three days before retreating after more than 1,000 reactor explosions.

The Asgard were such a terrible enemy to have, I felt burdened like never before. Threats to my empire were threats that rested on my shoulders. The terrible Asgard were... losing. Badly. To an unknown enemy...

Anxiety I had not felt since I was a young spawn alone in the jungle filled me. I was alone at the top. There was no one for me to lean on. No one to comfort my fears. I feared to lose everything I had gained.

The enemy that forced the Asgard into retreat had me jumping at shadows.

I had to find out what was going on.

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Date: 2880 BC Location:Factory

The Market had been scouted by disguised demon hunters for the last few thousand years by Factory time. The last month in Tau'ri time. The Market had more than 100 cities the same size if not larger than the one that used to be ruled by the Archduke Antonius.

"Are we ready for the operation?" I questioned a final time. "Go through the briefing one last time."

I had to go in with the strike teams to keep enemy Gods off the backs of my warriors. It would be my second battle against a God, and the first battle had not gone over well. I would be seizing my first city of The Market today.

Atia would be my backup in-case I found myself in battle with more than one God. She had the power to ascend if she was in danger of dying, unlike me. I had Kek stay on the Carrier in the event that I needed to take his body once more. You could never be too careful where enemy Gods are involved.

D'Hoffryn studied the hologram of the city as he went through the briefing once more. "This is the Prince's palace. It is our main target. If we take the palace, we take the City." Here D'Hoffryn grimaced.

The palace was a towering steel fortress a thousand meters high. It had legions of demon warriors and thousands of automatons guarding it's merchant Prince. We had chosen a city twice as large as the city of Archduke Antonius.

"To take the palace, we have to disable the magic factories fueling the transportation spells of the city. The buildings are located here, here, and here." My blue son pointed to three sections on the hologram.

'Magic factories' were distasteful, in certain ways. Witches and warlocks were manacled to a wall. The wall was covered in demonic runes that channeled the ZPE of the chained witch or warlock. It used the channeled magic to preform spells that are too powerful for a single caster.

Most of the witches and warlocks were imported demons who needed little food or water and had long lifespans in order to fuel the magic factory. The demon magic fuel slaves were expensive, so often, cheap human slaves were substituted. Magic factories would be living Hell to a being like D'Hoffryn. He absolutely hated the very idea of magic factories.

"Ten Carriers will be our our attack vectors. They will launch al'kesh to make bombing runs on the magic factories until the magic factories are destroyed. Hell-divers are to assist and pick off automaton and hostile demon targets of opportunity."

"After the destruction of the magic factories, the al'kesh will ring down demon-hunters to assault the Prince's palace."

"And me?" I inquired "Where will Atia and I be?" I was asking a sarcastic question as he had failed to mention either Atia or I.

"You and Atia will be the first warriors to attack the enemy at the bottom of the palace." D'Hoffryn pointed to our landing zone. "You are to hold out against any hostile God or Goddess that takes the Merchant Prince William's side of the conflict."

I was a bit put out to be used in such a way. I was anti-God artillery. I felt a little pride in D'Hoffryn's confidence that I would wreck any Gods that came to stand before me. I was not as sure. There was a lot more that I had to learn about magic and it's uses.

"The Prince is located somewhere on the upper floors of the palace. His skin is pale milky white, with long black horns jutting from his forehead. He is a powerful magic user, but nothing the average demon-hunter can't handle. Expect to meet resistance in the form of various demon warriors, warrior-slaves, automatons, and potentially enemy Gods..." My horned spawn trailed off as he nodded to me. I could see the worry in his eyes, even though his mind seemed to not give any sign of his nervousness.

I tilted my head from side to side hearing loud echoing cracks filling my throne-room as my neck popped. I stood from my throne and walked down the steps of my giant silver throne. "Lets get started then."

Ten Carriers were fully loaded. Ten thousand hell-divers, eight hundred al'kesh, and forty thousand Demon hunters were going to combat drop into the city. The city was called 'Violet City.' I watched from the pel'tak of the al'kesh as the pilot broke into the atmosphere as the glow of orange fire licked the ship's hull.

It was a distinct feeling of nervousness that twisted in my gut. Something was wrong. My power of foresight gave me no hints of where the source of my feeling came from. I pushed the feeling aside and concentrated on the city before me. It's tall curtain wall was painted purple as the city's namesake. I watched the pilot flip the switch to open the plasma bombing hatch an slow it's speed for a bombing run.

I felt the al'kesh shudder lightly as the plasma bombs were released. "Target 2, Destroyed." I heard the report through the general fleet com. "Target 3, Destroyed."

Is the al'kesh came around for another bombing run, I could see a pale blue transparent glowing shield floating in the air above the Target 1. The shield was flat and circular, unlike the domes found in technologically created shields. Al'kesh were streaming by above it in single file, releasing plasma burst after plasma burst.

I toggled the general com. "Lord Apep to all al'kesh assigned to Target one, concentrate laser fire under the shield. Repeat, concentrate laser fire under the shield."

The 270 or so al'kesh were fluttering around the magic factory, like bees. It took a moment before they settled their aerial swarming maneuvers to a calm hover. I watched as the heavy bombers/mining vessels fired high powered mining lasers into the magic factory from a new angle.

The shield shimmered and blinked out as the al'kesh fired time and again into the squat purple steel building from all sides. After a solid minute of firing, the ground bubbled with melted steel and molten stone. There was nothing left of the building but a puddle.

Soon I was in the ring room of the ships, stretching my muscles as I prepared for a fight. I wore a silver kara-kesh on each of my forearms and a silver skirt. Atia stood behind me, bare and naked, except for the silver collar around her neck. I waited for the rings to activate by watching her perfect breasts rise and fall.

One can never quite tire of watching utterly perfect mammary glands move up and down.

The rings activated with a flash of yellow light and a brief sense of disorientation. I found myself standing in the middle of the street as civilian demons fled from Atia and I in all directions. The noon sun shone down from the sky as I looked about myself.

Purple dominated the the buildings around the palace, and the palace itself. Violet City was very different from the black stone buildings of Antonius City. All of the tall skyscrapers in Violet City were made out of gleaming purple steel. I was pulled out of my examination as Atia tugged on my skirt.

"What is it?" I grumbled as I turned to face her. My demon-hunter spawn were swarming up the steps to enter the palace as quickly as the the rings deposited them from the al'kesh. Less than 500 of my spawn had exited the ships yet, out of the 40,000 total to be disgorged by the hovering al'kesh.

She pointed over my shoulder. A 20 foot demon was walking leisurely down the road in our direction. The air above and around the demon shimmered with the extreme heat the demon was putting out as small licks of smoke wafted off him. His rocky black skin was cracked in many places, showing a glowing orange molten material that was not flesh under it's skin.

Five smaller demons around my height followed it. They looked like red headed humans with fire shining in their facial orifices. Fire danced in the demons empty eye sockets as it breathed out fire from it's smoking nostrils.

"Thats an Old One." Atia whispered. "His name is Firdego. He is the father of the extinct race of demons called Fire Giants. They terrorized Tau'ri for centuries during the dark days after the last Old One left our dimension."

I nodded without concern. "I don't think they are so extinct."

I waited for the being to approach, with my arms crossed. The Demon did not appear to be in a hurry. At least 2,000 of my demon-hunters had exited the ships and were storming into the palace with their slug throwers raised.

You could hear the sounds heavy combat taking place inside the palace. I could feel the souls and spirits of my spawn pass on by the dozen. The automatons and demon warriors must be giving them hell. I could feel the heat as the Old One walked slowly up to me.

The ancient demon bared it's teeth in a sign of aggression. It growled something down at me in an incomprehensible language. I grinned back, baring my own teeth. The creature growled out something else in another new language. I spoke up int the demon trader tongue, followed by 12 short phrases in every demon language I knew.

The Old one shook it's head and growled something new. I spoke up once more in Goa'uld, "I don't think we will be able to communicate Firdego"

The demon started as I pronounced it's name. It growled loudly and stamped it's feet. I was not afraid. My power of premonition was strong enough to warn me of future movements of hostiles.

I tried one last tactic to communicate. I molded as much magical power as I could. It was enough to move mountains. I pushed it into a teleportation spell, I sent the Old One to stand on The Market planet's moon.

"Keep the other little ones off my back for a moment." I told Atia.

I sped forward as soon as the ancient demon vanished. My fist appeared deep within the lead Fire Giant's chest. I ripped out his heart and devoured it in a single bite. It felt like acid in my veins as the world turned white for a moment as pain overtook my senses.

I had just gained consciousness for the first time inside of my mother. I stretched and ripped my way out of her, killing her in the process. I then ate her corpse to gather my strength.

I knew the secrets of fire, the tongue of the flames, and the serenity of heat.

My eyes opened to find myself lying on the ground with Atia crouched over me. There was a shimmering yellow shield around us as flames surrounded me.

I saw the shadow of the Old One loom high above my prone form as I sensed the surge of twisting energy I related to a teleportation spell.

"I have learned your language Great One." I called out loudly in the tongue of the flames.

The fiery tongue came out of my mouth with the sound of the crackling of wood in a camp fire. The torrent of flames guttered out as the Old One waved his arm at the Fire Giants.