The Fallen and the Rising
Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I'm TheBlondeWithNothingToSay, and I am happy to very happy proclaim that this is the first story I'll be uploading to this account, with hopefully many more to come. I pretty much have this story about finished, so uploading on time shouldn't be too much of an issue. I'll have chapter two up tomorrow, and after that I'll update about once every two weeks. There won't be any spoilers to the actual series in this story, but there may be references to some of the supernatural themes and events that occur throughout the main series, so I'd recommend completing it before reading this story. The mature rating is there for a reason, by the way, so if delicious amounts of gore and/or steamy man-on-man action bothers you in any way, I would not suggest reading this story. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!
-Chapter One…Chained
The hall glowed with the soft light of flames as Yami stumbled along it. Beside the steady footsteps of the guards, there was absolute silence. He stared at the ground as he walked, trying ignore the restraints that bound him. His clothes consisted of but a single tattered cloth that clung to his hips despite its frail condition. The long and intense silence shattered only when they reached the tall double doors that led to the throne room. A guard stood on either side and Yami watched quietly as they exchanged a few soft words with the ones escorting him, and then proceeded to pull the heavy doors apart, revealing a much more magnificent room.
Tall, white pillars stood in every corner; there were so many candles to light the atmosphere that Yami had to blink to adjust. There was a long, velvet carpet that stretched from the doors to a high, golden throne that sat at the top of a long flight of steps. In which sat the stiffest man Yami had ever seen. He had a very pale complexion despite his life in the hot desert sun, with rich brown hair that swept to the side and sharp. His most prominent feature by far were his icy, hawk-like eyes. He sat as the center of authority in this ornate room, adorned in the most eloquent of jewelry, with a crown of silver fitted upon his head. A guard stood on either side of him and scantily dressed women attended to his needs.
The guards marched Yami forward without a word; he looked up into the eyes of the scornful man, who seemed to be waiting for a show of weakness. Yami did not satisfy. The artistic pharaoh did nothing but stare below into the eyes of the prisoner as he neared. He waved away the woman servants and stood from his seat, crossing his arms with an air of cold authority.
"Hello, brother." Yami said softly, his intense gaze unwavering as they reached the foot of the throne. There was a clattering of chains as the guards forcefully threw Yami to his knees. The icy pupils continued their violent gaze as a sickening grin stretched across the pharaoh's face, forming a gloating expression overflowing with egocentricity and satisfaction.
"Greetings, Yami. It has been far too long." The man finally replied, his serpent like grin widening with every word, "We should attempt to communicate more. It is so incredibly in-polite not to keep in touch with family members."
Yami said nothing, and the man sat back in his chair and smugly crossed his legs, then continued, "So tell me, where are your loyal followers now? Your cities, your kingdom, your wealth…all of it has fallen to me. Your people are now my slaves, and your queen Anzu is now a part of my harem." The man leaned forward and widened his grin "Everything you once possessed now belongs to me. And here you are, kneeling at my feet. Tell me, Yami, who do you think has won?"
Yami's gaze averted from the man, wandering instead to the floor below him. He closed his eyes, and his cracked lips spread into a smile. Slowly, he started to laugh. It was just a soft chuckle at first, but it grew into deep, roaring cacophony that spread all throughout the room, as if he were mocking his captor, who's face had turned a very bright red.
"What?! What is it at which you are laughing? Are you so blind that you cannot comprehend your own sickening defeat?" the man said, clenching his pale hands into white fists and noticeably grinding his teeth.
At his captor's words, Yami's laugh slowly began to die down. It fell once again into a small chuckle and then diminished completely. But a wide smile remained on Yami's face and a sparkle of amusement still glinted in the golden man's deep red eyes as he looked up at his captor and said, "Seto, it is you who is blind. You hold all this power and wealth…you even own me. Yet you continue to obsess over who is the superior sibling? As if we were small children competing for our father's favor? You are so petty that you cannot see how very amusing you are."
At Yami's words, Seto had begun to shake with anger. The guards on either side of him shrank away in fear, and the two harem girls were standing to the side, attempting to look small in an attempt to avoid notice. "I'll have no more of this idiocy! Guards, haul him to the dungeon. Administer the worst you can upon this man. Destroy this disgusting attitude, and beat him until he has pledged his undying loyalty to me!" Seto screamed as the guards hauled Yami to his feet and began to tug him toward the door.
"Hurting the powerless does not make you powerful, Seto. It only makes you a coward." Yami said loudly right as the guards pulled him from the room. Seto stared after him, a vicious glint in his eyes. He stood up and called the nearest guard to him, whose face showed nothing short of terror, "Supervise the torture, make certain they wield every ounce of strength they have into making him suffer. Don't hold back in the slightest and don't stop until he's seconds before death. I'll be in my chambers." He said before storming off down one of the many branching halls, leaving nothing but an emptiness echoing behind him.