Han took a moment to savour this victory. There were very few things in this world that brought him true joy: the pride in his father's eyes whenever the older man looked at him, and the feeling of dominance over those who were born above him.
And so he gazed upon the sentinel's golden prison, not raising it to the moon's light despite the shadow his body cast over it, for to do that would be to give a loser position above him.
'You are now mine, sentinel. In body and mind, I will use you so that no self-respecting godling of the hive will ever think to call you king,' he thought with a smile.
Of course, Han hadn't given up on the throne completely. He'd be a fool to do it, and a bigger fool to believe the sentinel would keep his promise once in power.
The plan was simple. Raise this creature in such a way that it could not live without him. Manipulate its upbringing so that when it did eventually become king, it would be him pulling strings from its shadow.
