"It was fate that brought you here as instruments to my destiny. My vessel and the Woman." The last word dropped an octave. It wasn't clear which he was talking about just yet. He wasn't done. He was far from done. "Death has no hold over the Immortal. I will have what I am due."
The faithful around him shifted at the Doctor's words, an angry murmur going through them. How dare this trespasser demand anything of their God. The Jaffa remained stock still, while the worshipers shifted around their Lord like a roiling wave before settling. Something lay underneath the outrage as well. Hope. Jealousy. If Sobek did grant the Doctor's request, maybe one of them would be chosen instead as a replacement. Hidden behind the helmet, their shared teeth locked into a corpse's smile. While those outside celebrating and these around him were his children, they had disappointed him severely. Out of his realms, they were the only ones who kept him alive in their memories all these generations, but not one had dared search the holy grounds for any sign of him. They'd slunk back into the forests and waited. None of them were worthy to hold him.
Looking over the group before him, Daniel would have been his second choice. There was another that would have suited him perfectly. He could sense her from here. The trace of her time as a host to a God sweetened the air like iron and salt. It reminded him of a God he'd encountered once on the battlefield long ago. The only one to escape him when she'd lost. He didn't remember Quetesh taking this specific shape, but it had been so long. Unlike Daniel, Vala Mal Doran had already been broken in.
If only she'd arrived first.
The helmet peeled down and vanished, folding in on itself. Sobek looked upon the Doctor with his own eyes.
"He will be what I want him to be." Sobek's voice was low but it quelled the murmuring instantly. The Doctor had his answer. Shifting in the throne, the System Lord got more comfortable. "I will hear of 'Transmigration-9' and by what means it can travel dimensions."
Re: PART 2: Throne room -[Eleven]
The faithful around him shifted at the Doctor's words, an angry murmur going through them. How dare this trespasser demand anything of their God. The Jaffa remained stock still, while the worshipers shifted around their Lord like a roiling wave before settling. Something lay underneath the outrage as well. Hope. Jealousy. If Sobek did grant the Doctor's request, maybe one of them would be chosen instead as a replacement. Hidden behind the helmet, their shared teeth locked into a corpse's smile. While those outside celebrating and these around him were his children, they had disappointed him severely. Out of his realms, they were the only ones who kept him alive in their memories all these generations, but not one had dared search the holy grounds for any sign of him. They'd slunk back into the forests and waited. None of them were worthy to hold him.
Looking over the group before him, Daniel would have been his second choice. There was another that would have suited him perfectly. He could sense her from here. The trace of her time as a host to a God sweetened the air like iron and salt. It reminded him of a God he'd encountered once on the battlefield long ago. The only one to escape him when she'd lost. He didn't remember Quetesh taking this specific shape, but it had been so long. Unlike Daniel, Vala Mal Doran had already been broken in.
If only she'd arrived first.
The helmet peeled down and vanished, folding in on itself. Sobek looked upon the Doctor with his own eyes.
"He will be what I want him to be." Sobek's voice was low but it quelled the murmuring instantly. The Doctor had his answer. Shifting in the throne, the System Lord got more comfortable. "I will hear of 'Transmigration-9' and by what means it can travel dimensions."