Saint³
A/N: Wah! Newfic. For those of you who know me, you're proly all "Rar! Work on Angel Corrupted!" And I'm tryyying. But this happened to have been written awhile ago, so I am postin' it. ^_^; It is, yet again, and AU much. T'will, of course, have shounen-ai, all the yami/hikari pairings, YxY, BxR, MxM… Will be blood, proly swearing… *shruggs* Have fun! O_o
Please excuse corn, review, point out any mistakes in tenses, and feel free to guess who Saint is! Unless you're someone whom I have told who Saint is. If someone guesses correctly, mebbe I'll give them summat special. Like a doodle. Or a cookie. Yeah… On with the intro!
The Beginning
The year is 2012, the world has reached a temporary peace. All weapons of mass destruction have been destroyed and gun production has become highly regulated, only law enforcement able to legally carry arms. Tanks, bombers, fighter jets, warships; military vehicles of all sorts have been abandoned. Of course we all know there were some kept, left at the ready to be used at the smallest sign of threat. It was a good time.
One of the most outstanding accomplishments of this time is not some technological wonder, or newly unlocked secret of the universe, but a simple, yet astonishingly popular card game. It is called Duel Monsters. This seemingly innocent little game of wits, using magic, monsters and traps swept across the globe, ensnaring players young and old.
Tournaments were held, technologies soon developed for the sole purpose of bringing the game more to life, to make it more real. And the more real it became, the more right it seemed. Eventually, even the most inept duelists were pulled into the craze. There was just something incredibly addictive about Duel Monsters, pulling you in and trapping you in its clutches.
It wasn't until 2021 that the reason for this attraction was revealed, a reason that had lain trapped in the human psyche for over 3000 years.
The creator of the card game, Pegasus J. Crawford, had taken inspiration from a forgotten game once played by the ancient peoples of Earth. A dark game, which's monsters and stories were depicted in Egyptian hieroglyphs. A game that was played for more than just stature and money, but absolute power, using more than just pretty pictures on cards. Back then the monsters were real… at least partially.
They were thought-manifestations, psychic projections created with a power humans had lost for millennia. With the mere strength of the human mind, one could create for a time a creature as solid and real as any animal.
As the secrets were uncovered, knowledge relearned, the ancient powers were once again unlocked, spawning a new generation of super-duelists. The greatest of these has a past shrouded in mystery, almost all information about him, or her, erased from history. Appearing from seemingly nowhere, this stranger rose quickly in the ranks of duelists, moving undefeated to the top.
The year is 2035, people travel from across the globe to witness the first tournament ever featuring expressly those with outstanding psi-abilities. This massive undertaking cost billions, and only the best would duke it out, using 'real' monsters. The mysterious Duel Monsters prodigy was among the contestants.
Working his/her way through the competition, the world was unaware of another power the human mind possessed until it was too late, the ability to seize the mind of your defeated opponent. Overcoming person after person, the prodigy took control of the most powerful minds on the planet, and nobody was the wiser.
And nobody would be the wiser until the powerful duelist and his mind slaves had sought out those most gifted with the ancient abilities, slowly building an unstoppable army. Two years after his/her victory in the tournament, this army swept across a defenseless world.
The year is 2128, nearly a century after the world was dominated by the forces of the being known only now as the Saint. It is unknown whether or not this powerful duelist is man, woman, or even human any more, only that Saint remains our supreme ruler, keeping the populous in check with the iron fist of its psychic army, its Enforcers.
But wherever there is oppression, there is rebellion. And though the Saint is powerful, it takes strength beyond imagination to hold hundreds of thousands of minds under your sway… a strength the Saint may not have.
This is what the world has come to. Are you prepared to enter it?