Soon

There are still a few that he hasn't swayed yet. Those that merely watch him go by, not bothering to show any sign of respect, little knowing who he is. He doesn't mind so much now. They will learn.

He goes about the masquerade of his usual routine, following long outdated patterns to avoid arousing suspicion. And it works, for awhile. Those that begin to suspect otherwise, he arranges convenient accidents to dispose of them, then puts on a mournful face and speaks fondly of them. But soon, it won't matter.

The Jaffa was the first to go. He betrayed his god once; he would do it again without hesitation. And so, he went "missing" on a mission, never to return and continue his treachery. No one ever considered he could've been betrayed, and such was good.

Then there was the woman. She had always been too smart for her own good. A bit of conveniently arranged evidence, a few buttons pushed, and he had the grounds to declare her insane. His doctors readily confirmed her neurosis, and placed her under heavy guard where she could hurt no one. He hasn't decided whether to take his pleasure with her before disposing of her or not.

The man...he isn't bright enough to pose any threat. He left on his own, before anything could be done, and hasn't made a single attempt to find out the truth. He's sure that the man will show up again soon. But it doesn't matter.

Alone in this fortress he has built, he reaches out and caresses the switches lovingly, their understated power as precious as silk. Very soon, they will give him complete control over the planet. And then they will know what a god is capable of.