Visions
Been planning to write this for a while, after contemplating Isis' item and it's abilities.
DISCLAIMER: To own Yugioh is every fangirls dream, but sadly, it is only that.
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I thought to see the future, would it not be such a gift?
Such power and wonder.
The Tauk around my neck.
The visions came...
My brother and the Darkness within.
I see him crying; begging; pleading with this, this thing, that holds him in a prism of glass. Reaching out to me, to anyone to free him. And I cannot help; cannot touch the outstretched fingers.
Blocked by the monster that wears my brother's face. This creature... I know not where it came from...
Yami.
Darkness.
The word seems to fit so easily to the demon-creature who laughs at my brother's pain, delights in his cries.
The screams that echo and fold in on themselves, until I can no longer tell if he is screaming or laughing....
I am drawn deeper...
Plunging into my brother's very soul. The depths of his being. And I can see the Darkness inside of him... A swelling; pulsating; writhing mass of hatred. How can one person hold so much hate?
Putrefying; rotting; decaying; dying. It smells of death. Of newly-spilt blood. Bloated corpses, bursting with their own decay.
I want to be sick. To scream that this cannot be! Not from my brother! Not from him, so sweet and gentle.
But the monster, the Darkness born from that decaying heap, mocks my words, laughs at my denial.
Laughs that sound like screams...
The visions whirl, showing faces, drawn in pain; open mouthed screams; begging for release....
And my brother laughsscreams at them, with them. His Darkness clawing at prone forms; rejoicing in blood; giggling...
LAUGHINGSCREAMING...
And I screamlaugh too, as the Darkness claims my brother's soul and body, twists and turns his thoughts, feeding him on hate and fear and pain and sorrow, cradling his body and whispering to him of things I do not wish to hear.
And the Darkness makes my brother it's own...
And my brother takes the Darkness inside him, accepts it as his own...
And I want to laughscreamhatelove them....
...but all I can do it laugh while I cry, and hold my brother close to me, as his asks the question I cannot, will not, answer...
"What did you see with your gift?"
....my curse....