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Part 1

 

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Prologue 

 

Nephthys languidly trailed her red-coated nails through the fine, curling chest hair.  It was a shame she did not have the means to make this one a Jaffa.  The airman had been an excellent lover, placing the pleasure of the queen above its own.  The fact that it had no idea that she was its queen made the situation all the more delicious. 

 

"Ronald, I wish I could properly reward you for the service you have so ably performed." And for the assistance it would give in her retribution for the murder of her beloved Seth. 

 

Ronald ran its fingers through her sleek black hair.  "Oh, you have, honey.  If you're happy, I'm happy." 

 

Nephthys studied the curves of the man's muscular body.  One of the advantages of mating with a future host was that one could examine the specimen's body in detail.  It was a pity it would not be able to service her again in this manner, but it would make a fine host.  "That is as it should be.  Were I able to, I would make you first prime." 

 

Ronald's head tilted towards hers slightly. "What's that?"  In the bluish dawn light easing through the curtains, its hair looked more chocolate brown than auburn. 

 

She rose onto her elbows and slid up its body until she was level with its neck.  Looking into its eyes, she explained, "It is a great honor.  However, it is not as great an honor as the one I am to bestow upon you momentarily." 

 

A delighted smile crept across its face.  "This sounds *very* interesting, but I don't think this soldier is up for any more honors for just a little bit.  Besides, I'm on duty soon.  After I get off, though, I'd be happy to accept anything you want to bestow."  It lifted its head and kissed her gently, its hands trailing down her spine, massaging the muscles of her back. 

 

As they pulled apart, she sighed reluctantly.  Much as she enjoyed this human, it was time she took the next step towards her revenge.  "You will not need rest to receive this gift, Ronald.  You must simply accept it."  She lowered her head to the side of its neck.  She ran her tongue down the side of its neck to her favorite point of entry, and it slid its hands down to her buttocks, still massaging sensuously.  She bit down firmly, wide mouthed.  Ronald made an odd sound of pain and shock.   

 

Quickly she changed hosts.  As she asserted control over Ronald's attempted screams, she felt a familiar tingle of delight.  She curled tendrils lovingly around its spinal cord (it had been an excellent lover,) and proved her dominance once again as she stilled its thrashing limbs.  She purred into its panicked mind, assuring it that it was indeed blessed.  It resisted still, as befitted a strong host, and she eased tendrils into crucial areas of its brain, sliding inside its most private thoughts.  It shuddered at the invasion, and she cooed her pleasure at this reaction.  Triumphant, she tightened her new arms around the old host, easing it to the side as blood drained out of the woman's mouth. 

 

The former host lived, as Nephthys preferred.  While the husk was unable to speak due to the wound in its throat, its blood flowed properly and its skin was still in excellent condition.  Neither would be true if Nephthys had released the goa'uld toxin, and the gift the husk was to receive would have been indistinct and of inferior quality as a result. 

 

She gazed into the terrified black eyes and smiled.  "It is time, Sondra, that you be marked as the honored bearer of the goddess Nephthys.  I regret that it could not be done while you were my host, as would be truly proper.  Alas, the days when the gods walk openly on this planet again are not at hand, and we must use subterfuge to accomplish our ends.  Therefore, the Mark of Nephthys is now but a parting gift from the Goddess of Death."

 

As was typical of modern humans, Sondra did not appreciate the gift as it should.  Panic-stricken, it cried out incoherently and tried to break free from Nephthys' embrace.  Nephthys allowed it to pull away enough that the goddess had room for a full swing of her right arm.  Sondra's head whipped to the side from the force of the blow, and it fell senseless.  Nephthys chuckled at the horrified reaction of her new host.  Toying with her subjects was both the right and pleasure of a goddess. 

 

She rose, stretching her new lean muscles.  She always enjoyed the body of a host who could physically dominate others.  She strolled over to Sondra's purse and pulled out the ribbon device.  Sliding it on, she flexed her hand, admiring again the sigils on the stone that made it unique:  a half moon atop two rectangles, the smaller one inside and adjoining the larger.  It was the mark of Nephthys, Goddess of Death, mother of Anubis, and sister-wife to her beloved Seth.  Seth, God of Chaos and Storm, murdered by the god-slayer Samantha Carter. 

 

The husk was stirring.  Nephthys sauntered back to the bed, and as Sondra's eyes flickered open, the goddess leaned over.  "Now receive your final honor," she pronounced, and performed her duty as Goddess of Death.  As the device flickered to life, the former host let out a choking whimper of helpless agony.  The odor of burning flesh curled through the apartment. 

 

It had been a delightful night. 

 

 

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