Everything is ruined. I have tried to do as my Lord has said but all has become a disaster. I have given up my Lord, no never the devotion of my heart only the service of my arms in battle, I have lost command of his troops. My family has fallen apart, that whore of a wife who took up with a fool when I was gone for a short time and that idiot of a son who has no true devotion to our God. And what do I have – nothing – a concrete tomb to live my days in while ingratiating myself with these creature trying to get one to mate with the other. You would think it would be so simple

The plot, in essence, was simple but like all my Lord touches, it quickly became greatly embellished. The essence was to procure for my Lord a new host, one that is superior, the one that the Asgard have sought. First we drew out the Tau'ri by kidnapping one of their females. She, in fact, proved not to be worthy of Amonet, but did provoke the desired result. I was taken back to the Tau'ri home world as a savior, to some as a prize and perhaps as a thing to be studied and later as an ally. I paid them lip service and they are desperate to believe what suits them. What fools! I only serve my Lord Apophis, praise be His name. I had to do some distasteful thing to fulfill the will of my Lord, things that tortured my soul and haunt my dreams to this day. I had to appear to distrust Him. I had to appear to loose my faith, to fight Him when it was only He that my heart sought. I would have rather died myself than act so, but it was the will of my God and I would be obedient even to the point of loosing myself to his will.

This command of my Lord was to be my life's work. I was to find the chosen of the Asgard, somehow get them to mate and produce the perfect host for my lord and to be so trusted the I would be influential in the upbringing of this child that when he reached maturity I could present his as the perfect and willing offering. To this end I devoted my self, to this end I have given up all that I have and am. But I have failed. My Lord Apophis is dead, my prim'tah is gone, my troops are in disarray, some traitors, some dead, my home and possessions destroyed, my family scattered. And yet these fool Tau'ri refuse to procreate. He will not ask it of her and she plays shy while carrying on with another much inferior male. Soon she will be too old to produce a viable egg and he ages too. They squander their lives trying to defeat the Gods and I am force to aid them in these acts of futility.

Forgive me this blasphemy, I know my Lord live, He is eternal. Appearances are deceiving. He tests my faith and I shall not fail. I shall renew my efforts. All praise to the Eternal Lord.