Glory-ous New Universe
Summary: Two strangers will change the SG-1 Universe forever.
Author's Note: I own nothing.
By Goa'uld standards Tilgath was a minor deity...though like all Goa'uld in his mind he was an all powerful God and his ego would never allow him to seek anything but supreme power.
It was an average day...as one might call it when he hears word of two strangely dressed trespassers arriving through the chappa'ai(Stargate). Bored, with nothing better to do, he decides to have them brought before him. Perhaps they can provide him with some mild amusement and diversion.
Or he can watch them being tortured. That would be amusing too.
Tilgath sits upon his throne, his fingers tapping on the golden armrest in impatience when his Jaffa bring in the two. A man and a woman.
Human...or at least look it. Yet they radiate a sort of power and arrogance that Tilgath associates with his own kind.
The man is tall with dark hair and blue eyes, well built, dressed in some sort of strange...armour? It tightly adherers to the man's body but resembles a sort of armour. It's dark blue with red boots and a red cape attached. On the chest was a symbol, a shield with a red sharply angled mark amidst a sea of black. Two horizontal lines at the top and bottom joined by a diagonal line going from top left down to bottom right.
The woman was different. Shorter than the male by close to a foot actually with long curly blond hair yet she for a female she looked toned and an aura of absolute power radiated from her. She was wearing her own form of very stylish looking armour. Not blue like the male. Blood red, sleeveless, fastened up the front with leather straps and finishing off with a skirt fanning down to knee height, gauntlets around her wrists, boots on her feet. If Tilgath ever takes a female host he must remember that look.
Tilgath speaks in that echoing bass all Goa'uld do. "So who are you that dares trespass on my realm. Speak!" he commands.
The woman arches an eyebrow. "Did he just command me?" she asks, truly revolted at the idea that someone would give her a command. She then chortles. "Oh wow, you have no idea how dead you are now," she says in utter amusement.
Tilgath's face darkens. "You do not speak to one's God in that fashion!" he reprimands.
The woman snorts. "God? You? That's rich!" she dismisses with the ease once might dismiss an ant.
The man's eyes flash electric blue and he seems to examine Tilgath. "Hmm lets see...human...some exotic mineral in your blood...aannddd a parasitic snake wrapped around the spinal chord with tendrils extending into the brain allowing you to override the person within. I'm guessing the snake is you. Hey, honey, when you call him a snake before you crush him he really is one for once," he informs the woman jovially.
The woman smiles. "That's so neat!" she proclaims.
The Jaffa around truly wonder how insane these people are to mock their Great God.
Tilgath restrains himself from having them killed this instant...barely. "I commanded you to speak! Who are you?"
The man looks to the woman. She says, "You tell him. If I have to lower myself to speaking to it I'll never feel clean again."
The man smiles fondly at her and gently cups her cheek for a moment which seems to calm her instantly. He then turns his attention to Tilgath. "Hi there...didn't catch the name?"
Tilgath's first prime, the man with the Gold mark on his forehead answers. "He is the Great God Tilgath!" he proclaims him to be.
"No he's not," the woman says in a low voice. "I killed Tilgath ages ago. Pathetic worm," she insults him.
"Tilgath," the man addresses him far too informally. "Who are we? Travellers. Lost travellers actually. You see there we were trying to get my Beloved here back home to reclaim her kingdom from her usurper brothers. Knowing they could not defeat us in a fair battle they used all their combined powers to redirect the portal we were blasting into their realm into the void between dimensions in the hope to trap us and our children there forever. That's when we spotted the matter/energy tunnel nearby and using her vast power my Beloved ripped a hole into it and we ended up exiting on this world through that circular device. Sadly only she and I made it, leaving our children behind so as you can imagine we're not in the best of moods. The only reason everyone on this planet is not dead already is because we wanted to find out what sort of universe we ended up in. Apparently one where parasites pretend they're Gods. That's rather disappointing really."
"It's very disappointing," the woman remarks.
"Though there are possibilities," he makes comment to her.
She turns her head to look at him and figures out what he means. Her lips curl up. "Oh yes. I see what you mean. So that mean I can kill him now?" she asks, nodding her head in the direction of Tilgath.
"Not immediately. I would like to ask him a few questions."
"On 3?" she queries.
The man smiles and nods. "1..." he starts the count.
Tilgath rises to his feet, furious at the disrespect he is getting. He raises his right hand and the gem in the middle of the gold device he wears glows ominously. "You will suffer for this!" he decrees.
"2..." the woman continues the count, not caring nor paying any attention to Tilgath.
"3..." the man finishes and the two move like blurs. One moment they're standing, surrounded by Jaffa. The next the woman has Tilgath round the throat, lifting him off the ground with ease while the man has gripped the wrist around which is the gold hand device all Goa'uld wear, holding it while he examines it.
"Jaffa...!" Tilgath calls out before the woman tightens her grip, choking him off.
The man glances as the Jaffa aim their staff weapons, the ends opening up and making a sound as they charge. His eyes then glow red and in a flash of intense heat he vaporises them in an instant.
Tilgath's eyes open wide and fear creeps in. What are these beings?
The man returns to the hand device. "Oh I get it!" he says as it suddenly snaps in his mind.
"Get what sweetie?" the woman asks, her voice so gentle for him and only for him.
"You know that village we came through? Dark Ages, feudal?"
The woman nods.
"It's how he maintains the illusion. This little trinket is technology. Quite advanced too. To ignorant people at a Dark Age level it would seem like magic and he would seem..."
"To be a God," the woman gets it. "That's...sad," she qualifies it.
"I am a God!" Tilgath chokes out, his eyes flashing.
The woman rolls her eyes. "Listen you little snake. You have a moment to agree to worship and serve me and answer our questions about your little universe or die. Since I just lost my children today I strongly advise you not to push my patience of which I have none."
Tilgath hopelessly grasps at the impossibly powerful hand round his throat. He gasps for air "Release me! Release me or I will des..."
He never gets to finish as with a twitch of her fingers the woman snaps his neck and snaps the symbiote within in half. She drops him to the ground where Tilgath's eyes flash once more before he dies.
"His moment was up," the woman says, her voice flat and commanding.
"I got that," the man says as he moves over to her and takes her in his arms. If he was anyone else she would kill him for this but he is her Beloved. He is the only one who knows her, who understands her, who she will allow to see her pain.
Then the sound of heavy boots running can be heard and another platoon of Jaffa enter the throne room to find their God lying on the ground dead.
The man and woman pull apart and stand there, regally and powerfully.
"You have two choices," the man states. "Serve us or join your fraud of a God in death. Which is it?"
The Jaffa look at each other. For thousands of years the Gods have fought each other. Occasionally one manages to kill another and when that happens the most common outcome is that the Jaffa of the fallen choose to serve the conqueror.
However there always the true believer who will seek vengeance. One of the Jaffa aims his weapon but he suffers the same fate as the ones before as the two beams erupt from the man's eyes and he punches a hole clean through the fool.
"Aw I wanted to kill him," the woman complains with a pout.
"I'm not stopping you," the man says in reply.
The woman snaps her fingers and the fallen Jaffa rises up into the air...and despite his wound new life comes to him.
The other Jaffa look on in shock and amazement.
The woman strides forward to the impossibly alive Jaffa. "Tell me worm, why did you dare try to harm me? Unlike that parasite I am a God!" she declares with a voice of such power the whole room shivers.
The poor undead man is barely able to comprehend his state, let alone answer her. "I...I..."
The woman gets bored, snaps her fingers and literally unmakes the man. His body unravels, his atoms fall apart and he turns to a dust that slowly forms a pile on the floor. A slow, horrendous death. Once it is over the woman turns to the rest. "Anyone else?" the woman asks if some other fool will challenge her. "No? No-one want to challenge us? Make a note that what I just did is nothing to what I can do if you anger me. I can make you beg for a death that will never come. You will suffer forever," she warns darkly before her voice and whole demeanour suddenly turns cheerful "Or you can serve us and my rewards can be most generous. You can know what it means to serve a true God and be elevated by being in my mere presence. What do you say sports?"
The others have just witnessed something that they have never seen even their old Master or any of the Goa'uld do. That being the case the platoon drop to one knee and bow their heads.
The woman's lips curl up in satisfaction. "Now, this I like," she comments to the man as she strides back to his side.
"You would," he comments with a fond shake of his head. He turns to the bowing creatures. "Which of you is most senior?" he asks for the one in charge.
"That would be me," the commander of the platoon answers.
"Ok, until I decide otherwise I make you our...general or whatever the term you use is," the man decrees seeing that these...Jaffa he recalls Tilgath calling them, are obviously the warrior class.
"First Prime, my Lord," he explains what the term is.
"First Prime it is then," the man agrees.
"Then my first duty is to inform you that Lord Tilgath's First Prime's last task is to avenge his master."
"Of course it is," the woman complains as she throws her arms up in the air. She goes to sit on the throne and makes a face. "Ok, now this is tacky. I've designing a new one," she says in reference to the throne because it's just hideous.
The man ponders. "He wasn't the one with the gold mark was he?" he asks the Jaffa.
"Yes, my Lord."
"That's ok then. He's dead. See that scorch mark over there," he points at it. "That was him."
The new First Prime's eyes widen in momentary shock before he bows once more.
The man goes to stand beside the woman. He takes her hand and kisses it gently. "Pass the word around there is a new management in town," he instructs.
"If my Lord and my Queen will forgive me for asking what is the name I am to spread."
"Oh right. We never did say," the woman realises. "That parasite wasn't worthy to know it." She stands and clears her throat as she makes her announcement. "I am the Great, beautiful and bodacious Glorificus and this is my Consort Kal-El whose commands you will take as if spoken by me. He is my equal, my King, my everything. We are your Gods and will be worshipped as such. We'll get to the details on how later but make it clear the following. Worship and servitude will be rewarded with a better life. Refusal to recognise us as your true and only Gods will be met with death, followed by your souls being tortured forever in the worse place I can find in this universe. Think you can manage that?"
"It shall be done, my Goddess, my Lord," the First Prime assures them as he sends the other Jaffa away to do that.
Kal-El steps forward. "Rise," he commands of the First Prime who obeys. "Now I have some questions and I want you to answer them as honestly as possible. You can do that?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Excellent. Ok lets start with you telling me everything you can about that parasite," he points at the fallen Tilgath, "and then we'll expand to that circular device we came through and everything else you know about this universe."
The new First Prime doesn't understand why his new Gods would ask such questions. Then again it's not his place to question or refuse so he does as commanded.
Glory lets her beloved Kal deal with the boring stuff of finding out about this universe. He'll fill her in on the important stuff later. He's good at knowing what she wants to know and what she couldn't care less about. He...just seems to understand her so well. Knows how to keep her calm, make her happy. That's why he is her perfect Consort and mate and in return she helps show him how far he is beyond these mortals that raised him. When he unleashes his full self he is closer to a force of nature than a mortal being. She helps him be what he should be, opens his eyes and here's the thing, in the process of doing that it lifts all the burdens off his shoulders. She makes him happy because she elevates him to being his true self.
It's like she said to him once. He's almost as far beyond humans as she is. And when he lets himself go in such a way...ooh boy he makes her so wet.
Glory sits back on the throne. Yep, so tacky. So gone. This...has been a troubling day for her. The first set-back she has had in a long time, arguably since that day she first met her Beloved and once again it's her damn brothers that are the cause. She and Kal had conquered Earth as they planned. As is her right. Billions bowing down in worship of her...of both of them...as all those pathetic mortals should. Anyone who refused to died. It's all their own fault she and Kal had to kill them. She means all they had to do was forsake their own petty little faiths and religions and worship her? How is that asking for too much?
She's a God. She's the most glorious and all powerful God in all existence. Therefore as mere pathetic mortals they should recognise her magnificence and worship her. It's all perfectly logical. If they had done that she and Kal wouldn't have had to level their cities and kill them by the million. She means didn't they realise she had better things to do than spend time slaughtering them?
Anyway eventually they came round after she and Kal and their precious children forced all the nations to capitulate in an unconditional surrender. The nations they hadn't wiped out yet anyhow.
By this point they had conceived thousands of children as their army. Arguably you could say they had created an entire new species. Part Hell-God, part Kryptonian.
Once Earth was theirs the next step was obvious. Use the Key to force her way back home and slaughter her weak-born siblings as she long ago swore she would only the two pathetic cowards that they are managed to do what Kal told that parasite and here they are. Exiled into another universe.
Oh she is so mad right now. How dare her brothers do this to her! Her! It's bad enough they once upon a time exiled her into that meat prison called Ben. Now they don't even have the courage to face her in battle. And she got all dressed up for battle and everything. It took her ages to come up with this outfit and now it doesn't even get the honour of being stained with the blood of her brothers. It's insulting. They insult her by using tricks to deflect her from re-entering her realm. And remember it is hers. Not theirs. They stole it from her. This is all their fault and when she gets her hands on them it will be their own stupid fault that she'll ensure it takes them at least an aeon to die in unspeakable agony. She could have been merciful and made their deaths quick at least even if they would have still been indescribably painful.
But that ship has sailed as mortals would say. No more mercy from her for those two wastes of family. Frankly she feels like she needs to scrub her skin off at the mere thought she's related to them.
But it'll be alright. In the end Glory always knows that, while she may get the odd set-back, it will be alright for her. She has Kal and that's enough and together they'll rectify this injustice against them.
Either they'll figure out a way home or they will transform this new universe to suit them. And no matter what they'll find a way to rescue their precious children. Glory's not sentimental...but they're her children. Her and Kal's. The perfect combination of both of them. Like she loves him, she loves them.
Once upon a time she would have thought that idea of feeling love revolting but in truth it fills her with more power than ever.
That love, that power, if they are stuck in this universe...well that power will turn this particular corner of reality into something wondrous...for her and Kal. Something magnificent. Something...Glory-ous.
This she decrees in her own name and therefore it shall come to pass.
Author's Note: I pondered over this for awhile and wondered if it was too clichéd to throw Kal and Glory from my Glory-ous verse into the Stargate universe because it is such a perfect place for them where the nature of it would mean they would easily be worshipped as Gods. I considered using the episode Summit where at first none of the System Lords knows who is attacking them until it is revealed to be Anubis but it doesn't suit Glory to be so coy and secretive. When she destroys you she wants you to know what sort of magnificent deity is killing you. Though I suppose I don't rule out doing another chapter like that. I though hard about the outfits and since they were trying to get to Glory's original realm to wage war it needed to be armour of some sort. Kal's is basically the Superman outfit and I considered it all being black but I find black more representative of an unhappy, dark Superman. In fact he's amazingly happy in this little universe I've created despite being twisted round to the darkside so I went to keep black minimal to the shield whose appearance is off Kingdom Come. Glory's outfit is...well I just looked up some images in a search and liked that one the best. Thanks to everyone who has previously written reviews.