A/N: I was in the mood to write a new "Stargate" story and wanted to present and explore the more human side of Ra's character. If you love my previous Daniel x Ra fics, let me know what you think of this one. It's cross-posted on Ao3 reviews mean a lot.

The title is in reference to one of the actual names of Ra while the tile of "Greatest of Seers" belonged to the chief priest or wr-mꜢw in Ancient Egyptian.

Original script and characters are property of Roland Emmerich. Enjoy!

At the experienced yet endlessly curious age age of thirty, Daniel Jackson had already had a life filled with intrigue and hardship, embracing and learning much of the world's past mysteries and present bitter truths, but less of its pleasures. The ceaseless cloud of monotonous disregard in the academic world and the pressing loneliness of traveling the world alone he had long grown accustomed to since graduate school, and he had no thoughts of giving up pursuing the truth. Even so, he had a spark of assurance that his research would lead to something groundbreaking. Yes, life was at times droll; yet all to change it was an opportunity many would consider impossible. Until he stepped through the Stargate.

He had been wandering half dazed through a column-filled hall when mind harkened back to when his life took yet another surprising turn. It was just the most distressing in a succession of many that had started when his parents died in a tragic accident at the NY Museum of Art. He was only eight at the time and had ended up in an orphanage, until he fell into foster care. The present stroke of misfortune had thrown him in the middle of a skirmish that had been laid for some imposing guards clad in the guise of Horus. He and his ally Col. Jack O'Neil had been taken prisoner alongside their surviving team members. Regardless of how he remained stoic, the guards would not let these intruders underestimate them. Their only response was to push them with their spears when they grew impatient with the defiant quietness. Despite a day and night after the incident, the ache was still present.

However, so far, they had not been ordered to torture him. He could tell from the unflinching faces that some of the guards had given explicit orders he was not to be harmed. With him bound in a cell flanked by them, it would have been a simple yet brutal task for them to do so without hesitation. It seemed they wouldn't dare defy the orders of the one they served.

Daniel hadn't been surprised to see their curious looks though. He'd had to bear with them enough times to see that his somewhat innocent beauty was just about the only thing besides his intellect he had within his favor. He had semi-long, copper-colored hair that flowed down past his smooth, honest face and when it caught the sunlight his face would seem to shine. He was always a slender yet healthy man due to having traveled so much in his archaeological career but had still matured into a handsome being with a figure admirable as it was eye-catching and a wonderfully proportioned ass.

His nerdy beauty had often been his salvation to move ahead in the cynical often close-minded circles he maneuvered in. Giving someone a tactful smile or telling a subtle joke had allowed him to earn respect or more advantageous acclaim in various scenarios. A few times on expedition, he had gone all the way; finding himself in the arms of a colleague. As much as he enjoyed the sex, he didn't pay mind to passion often because he always felt lonesome afterwards putting his studies first. This all quickly dissipated when he jolted awake with a sheer cloth, either silk or linen, covering him. The wound that had brought him to the edge of the next world, had been fully healed upon touching the area.

Now, a day after his revival, he found herself in a private audience if not interrogation before the ruler of this realm called Abydos. He was with the Horus Guards, biting his lower lip to prevent himself giving away any indication of fear and weakness as a pair of strong hands grasped his forearms without restraint. As he glanced at the Nubian looking guard on his right, he saw that he had a unyielding, deep expression on his face that perfectly mirrored his militaristic aura.

The young scholar grimaced as he pushed him forward again, ignoring, or perhaps not even noticing, the unexpected glance of courage in his blue eyes. He considered initiating a [back kick] that he had learned from O'Neil, effective in dealing with this sort of aggressive subjugation and possibly strike him hard in the stomach. The guard's face turned to one of suspicion as he gripped the hilt of his spear tighter in preparation for any foolish bid on the prisoner's part. More often, the guards didn't encounter any among the Abydonians or a foreign Tau'ri with a flare of boldness and some of those that witnessed this gave bemused grins.

He turned back to face the doorway to the chamber ahead, feeling a tendril of mettle in himself. Daniel was was lost within the throngs formed by the attendants present and thus could not see Ra-the Goa'uld Lord. On the other hand, he could clearly see the intriguing stranger. If he could have a more unobstructed view, then Daniel could have observed him on an equal level. It was almost as if the servants and guards had situated him out of their ruler's view intentionally. The resonating and chillingly riveting voice drifted over from the dais, interrupting Daniel's thoughts.

"For the penalty of sowing seeds of dissent there is only one worthy punishment you will endure for it. So, it will be done, you and your followers will all sentenced to death. Take comfort in the mercy it shall be done swiftly."

While he'd expected nothing less, Daniel stilled himself not to break into a panic and knew this was not the place to initiate an escape route out of the pyramid. He knew it was suicidal, but he had to keep his teammates alive, even if it was possible, they'd all meet their ends soon. He wouldn't make it to the door without being restrained by the powerful hands of a battle-scarred guard and felt the impact of the cold metal of his Ma'Tok staff as he huffed a threatening grunt in his face. Daniel began advancing slowly and holding his gaze and every turn he could, reading the perturbed faces while barely turning his head, blood beginning to flush his cheeks. He held himself incisively though and more court attendants neared closer to watch.

The brief silence left him, suddenly replaced by alarm as he once again found himself to be struck behind the knees and collapse on them because of the guards. What would they do with him? Perhaps they'd execute him now, using it as a demonstration of exemplary punishment for considering an escape attempt. Or they would torture him and then return him to the dungeon with his friends and they would surely be dispatched publicly. Then, as if that weren't terrible enough to endure, the Abydonians would also suffer. It seemed somewhat ironic that the end of his whirlwind life would come to a grizzly end.

The guards began pushing him downwards to the floor as Daniel resigned himself to his eventual fate; the one satisfaction he would not give the tyrannical extraterrestrial being was pitifulness.

"Halt! Bring him here." The Goa'uld ruler's voice stilled the warrior's hand.

Perturbed unease filled Daniel's once again as he heard the voice of the Pharaoh and the guards obediently drew him nearer. His heartbeat fiercely as he was dragged over to Ra and thrown at his golden sandal clad feet. The bronzed imposing young being studied him for a moment as Daniel kept his eyes on the floor, not daring to move a muscle. The self-proclaimed God had a curious and nerve-coiling ability to read people and he knew for certain that the young man before him was of distinct willpower and intellect different from other Tau'ri he bothered communicating with. Was it possible he made some sort of error?

"How are you called?" he asked.

Daniel could not think straight. He was to an extent terrified by the thought of what the callous ruler could do to him. Torture paled in comparison to the oppression and bloodshed he could order with a nonchalant command. It took one sinking moment for him to become aware just how softly the ornately clad alien had spoken. His voice was inebriating, goading and to an extent even provocative. Daniel looked up at him in disbelief.

As his curious eyes settled upon Ra, Daniel determined that he was beguilingly handsome; even if his true form was not, but enough that he carried himself with the utmost superiority over all living creatures even if he were not the Shining One. It was also enough that Daniel began to feel a sensual rush from looking at him. He almost berated himself; it was not in him to be aroused against sensible judgement. By appearance, Ra had to be a couple of years younger than he was (while the truth undoubtedly reached back eons) and a slight, adder-like smile was evident on his face. He had a sleek yet sacrosanct build with long arms that could adeptly be as magnetic as they were lethal. His lips were full and luring; however, they would be so, if he had not made Daniel's heart and mind recoil in shock.

Their eyes precipitously connected in a sudden beat as Daniel's knees grew weak, his pulse charged forth and heart clamored. He saw the imposing ruler lower his dignified posture slightly and knew that he'd felt something drift between them as well. No, of course he couldn't have. Reasonably, Daniel was losing sensibility. No semblance of respect or equal intrigue took root between them; nothing of the sort could ever happen. It was better to not succumb and thus avoid the closing force drawing on him. He closed his eyes as he took some deep breaths that cleared his mind of its lingering weakness. Finally, he told the despot his name.

"Dan-yel," he said softly while not allowing indication of anything save indifference. "I am The Exalted One of innumerable worlds. Now you will tell me, why you and your warriors came here?"

Daniel told him of how he had been recruited within his world to translate the inscription opening the Stargate. It was not a mission of aggression, but one that almost cost him and his team their lives. Ra looked him over with scrutiny while under the mask that he was considering whether the well-spoken Tauri was speaking truthfully. Quickly, he had already determined whilst holding misgivings and was employing this interrogation to admire the Tau'ri's body. Even beneath the sweat and the unusual dark green garments, Ra could tell that he was striking. He wanted their eyes to lock upon the others again. Though omnipotent with millennia of knowledge, Ra had to be sure that his essence felt what he questioned fill his spirit, but Daniel was trying to avoid his gaze while the golden pendant caught the Goa'uld's attention. He pursed his lips vexed how his authority was being challenged. His malevolent nature pressing him to order the punishment now without regret.

"I see truly, you do not emit the treacherous tongue of a coward to me, and I believe your words to be legitimate. I hereby shall pardon you of the crimes of which you have been enveloped in and the punishments worthy of the affront."

Daniel begrudgingly felt relief flooding his head and body. Yet he knew perfectly well while his destruction could have been ordered, Ra judged that he wouldn't let a hand raised upon him, even if his mind still sidelined the possibility the Pharaoh had a sense of leniency. Yet his team were still facing the same threat.

"Were you aware of the healing made to your flesh?" Ra asked her.

"Yes…I was dead," Daniel replied in the Abydonian tongue.

Ra's face rose as his confined suspicions were proven true. It meant that he was the Greatest of Seers and the thought of having this Tau'ri far from his side was unacceptable. After a few seconds, he spoke to Daniel, his voice carrying a wave of his fascination to the scholar's ears.

"You made a grave error in opening the Stargate and it was by my hand your world was manifested, so it should only be mine to end it… yet I shall offer an opportunity of forbearance. What would you wish of me?"

Daniel thought about it for a moment. The heated sweat dripping down his neck coupled by a stirring in the groin told him that the only thing he yearned for on the spot was the Renewed One himself. It was a twining hunger, but he would rather refuse than let Ra savor that victory. He couldn't face the harrowing and bloody consequences that would follow.

"A night of rest and food. That is my request."

"So be it then."

Ra was inwardly infuriated that the wise Tau'ri hadn't requested what others would have in an instance of greed or desperation. On the other hand, he could not condemn Daniel for it and grinned as he knew that there was no reason he couldn't organize "a good night of rest and food" which would encapsulate him. After all, he was the Sole Creator.