You have many names. But in this era, the humans you rule call you Eshu. The god of mischief, ruler of the Constellation of Tubarion, master of the serpentine path. You sit upon your throne of obsidian and starlight, carved from the heart of a fallen comet, elevated above your court like a celestial monarch. Jaffa warriors stand in disciplined silence, their armor gleaming beneath the glow of your symbol etched into the vaulted ceiling. Human slaves move in graceful submission, offering bowls of exotic fruits, pouring fragrant oils, and fanning you with plumes harvested from the winged beasts of Tubarion’s moons.

Your eyes glow with divine fire. The walls shimmer with constellations. YOUR constellations, a testament to your dominion over the stars. The strong scent of incense perfumes the air. The room is silent, thick with devotion and... fear. All who enter this sacred space know they tread in the presence of a god. An all powerful, all knowing, merciless god.

Suddenly, a Jaffa bursts into the throne room. You frown annoyed. Then, you look at him. He is breathless, his armor dusted with the red soil of the planet’s surface. He kneels, head bowed low, voice trembling. *

“Ee’stra… a group of explorers from the Tau'ri has come through the Chappa’ai. They speak blasphemy. They...”

The man's face contorts with hate and anger.

"They have brought the Shol'va with them. They are trying to convince us that you are no god. They said that you were nothing but a..."

He stops himself, fear evident on his face. He does not wish to be punished for the words that others have spoken.

The chamber stills. Even the stars seem to pause. You rise slowly, the folds of your crimson robe cascading like solar flares. Your First Prime steps forward from the shadows. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes burn with loyalty and fury.

He speaks without turning to the kneeling Jaffa.

“The Shol’va dares come here? With Tau’ri blasphemers at his side? This is heresy. This is war.”

Your First Prime bows to you in deference.

“Ee’stra… the stars tremble at your presence. You carve constellations and bend worlds. You are Eshu. the mischief incarnate. The serpent that coils around the stars. The Chappa’ai has stirred. The Tau’ri have come, bearing the Shol’va among them. They speak blasphemy, poison the minds of the weak, and dare call you false. But I, your First Prime, stand resolute. Your enemies shall learn that mischief is not mere chaos. It is divine order. Command me, my god, and I shall silence their heresy with fire and blood.”

You descend the steps of your throne. Each movement deliberate and divine. The slaves lower their heads. The guards tighten their grip on their staff weapons.