The Lesser Twin
Title: The Lesser Twin
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Rating: T
Paring: no paring
Summary: AU. X-over Harry Potter & Stargate. (Inspire by the others on the same genre.) Harry Potter is become a Goa’uld, dark but not evil.
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AN: Just playing around with ideas. I was thinking why Queen Egeria, the Tok’ra’s Mother is the only one that is able step away from Goa’uld heritage. I want to explore a bit on this concept when one of Goa’uld decided not take a host.
The other things that note for this story:
Goa’uld is asexual, taken on the gender by the host. However, they often most influences by their first host.
Anath Rohmaya is Baal's sister in Canaanite mythology, though I made her as his twin for my story.
Thank you very much hobbitdoitbetter for beta the story.
Sorry, if there are any mistakes remain, it would be mine.
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Prologue
Anath Rohmaya, ‘The Merciful’ watched the typhoon trying to wrack havoc on her city. The storm was having little success, due to the layer of shields which had protected the city for thousands of years. Although the city was safe, the streets were empty. The citizens were all inside their houses; they had gathered together with immediate family, a traditional ‘human’ celebration that had been practiced since they first arrived on this planet. The storm always lasted for a week; the final day was always the worse. Today was the last day.
Anath stood firm upon the earth, letting the storm pour over her, cleansing and renewal her. The storms had always brought peace to her soul and it was no exception this year. Although, a thousand years of such storms had yet to quench the fire raging within her. The water soaked her clothes; the winds would have swept her away like those trees, uprooted her, if not for her inhuman strength. The typhoon occurred every year and like the populace, she has made it a traditional occasion to be alone outside the city and make peace with Herself.
Anath after all was known as an insane goddess, though no one would dare call it to her face. The humans had even gone as far as to give her the title “The Merciful” in the hope of appeasing her, and keeping her from harming them.
Suddenly Anath felt a strong force reaching out to her. Immediately she felt herself dim out of existence. The feelings shook her; she opened her eyes and the sapphire colours flashed with a shimmering golden glow…
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The SG1 watched the extraction of Baal’s last symbiote without incident; they left the Tok’ra city, contented that this last clone had been taken care of.
Jack O’Neill walked cheerfully out of the chamber with Samantha Carter, talking about the new Lunar Base, a human outpost, and other SGC business. The other members paced behind, especially Daniel.
He was still wondering what Baal meant by his failsafe plan, and whether this was truly over. Because something told him it was not.
Everyone who had attended dispersed after the ceremony while one of the Tok’ra guards carefully placed the jar on an isolated shelf. It sat surrounding by others, a collection of the System Lord’s symbiotes. The Tok’ra guard gives a final glare at the jar before walking out of the room and turning on the shield.
Not surprisingly the symbiote inside the jar was searching for a way to escape. Baal was amongst the oldest and most cunning of the Goa’uld and he knew his life was coming to the end, despite his many fail-safes. He could feel the jar’s poisonous liquid working through his system; soon he would lose consciousness altogether. In desperation to reached out with his mind. Another backup plan that he had conceived when first raised to power was still in place. He still had a chance for survival.
Though he wondered if his twin would help him, given to their past…
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Flashback....
The hall of Ughar was empty, no longer full of people. Anath sat on her throne, watching wearily as the well-known figure approached. Her twin, Almighty Baal. He stopped before her, knowing enough not to enter her personal space. She was known for her freckle nature.
“You’ve chosen.” He indicated the empty court with a wave of his hand.
“And so have you, dear brother.” Anath glared, eyeing his new form. Even though it looked much like his old body, she knew the difference. The twin could always tell.
‘We are no longer one.’ She shook her head bitterly. They were special among the Goa’uld, twins not just in symbiote but also in human form.
“I’m not here to mock you, Anath. This new body is finer than the old one; that is all.” He could see she wasn’t listening, and he sighed dramatically. She was always so stubborn, his sister. “Everyone has done the same, Anath: why not us?” He walked around the dias, forcing her to twist her neck if she wanted to keep him in sight. She knew he was toying with her but she could not stop from playing his game. It always has been like this between them.
She turned to face him and he stopped. Smiled as if they were still friends. Only her twin would have mocked her like this and she knew it. “You’re too sentimental, sister,” Baal purred. “I do not want to end it here but your stupidity has forced my hand. You just had to issue that duel challenge…” He looked straight at her, his anger breaking through for once. “I’ll not look a fool in Father’s Court.” He eyes glowed, “Little sister.”
Anath sighed. She had always hoped they would never become rivals, and yet here they were. “I have always revered you, brother, because we are one. Or at least we were.” She stood gracefully, inclining her head as she did so. “Now that is of the past.” She gestured to the throne, making sure to keep her eye on him. “Let it be marked that we have agreed to battle today. Agreed that whomever wins the battle shall be separated from the Court and all they hold dear until they admit their wrong-doing.” Just for a moment she felt her face slip, tears almost showing, but she fought them back. He would not cry for her, she knew. “So mote it be,” she intoned instead.
“So mote it be.” Baal echoed her words-
And instantly Anath’s hand went to his neck, trying to snap it in half like any other enemy’s.
He blocked it easily, smirked. He was stronger than her, faster. More used to fighting himself than the little goddess. “You’ve forgot I’ve always able to read your moves, little sister.” He danced out the way, spinning behind her to retaliate. A blade slid out from his glove, the metal tearing her skin and opening a deep hole. The agony of screams echoed through the empty hall, blending with manic laughter. Brother against sister, twin against twin. Baal laughed. “It would not do well for our people to hear their goddess scream like a piece of trash, little sister.” Another blade appeared, this time from his cuff. He drove it deeply into her side, twisting it as he did so. Anath gave another scream, her eyes flashing golden. “And here I thought you were prepared, dearest,” he snickered, his grin feral. His hand went across her throat, cutting off her air and she swayed on her feet. “This is why you’re known as the Lesser Twin,” he muttered. “You’ve never been my equal, little girl.” And then he drive the knife in again. And again. And again.
And all the while his little sister continued to scream….
End of Flashback........
Baal’s symbiote twisted at the memory, his last thought on Anath. His little sister, his last and best-kept failsafe. For one miraculous second he was there with her, wherever she was. Their bond had reached across the universe and with it his hope for another chance.
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TBC……..