Alone, and finally his. The ships all around them and across the planet hummed as one, preparing to lift off. They were packed with his armies, and those worshipers who could not fit in them, would see them off. The singing grew louder outside, the roar of the crowd in competition with the engines. Sobek turned from the sight. The System Lord looking her up and down, found her completely stunning. Dressed as a god should be. Perfect in every way and finally fit for him. Drawing close, he inspected her, tilting her face one way, checking to see if the scars he'd left on her had healed, seeing if the fit of a piece of her outfit was flawless.

Everything was as it should be. After thousands of years, he would take what was his and he would have no equal. "The day you ascend and rejoin the Gods has come at least. I would have your thoughts before you leave the mortal plane."

What did she desire as her first act as a vessel? He was in a generous mood today, and would consider granting it. Vengeance? Riches? The subjugation of a particular planet? Sobek desired too to see what she felt at being given the second chance: most slaves did not get another chance to become a God, but Vala was special. What must it be like to be favored by something so above your station?