Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Warning: Has ranting, cursing out people with power, and hints of homosexuality.
Stupid fools.
Never seeing the greatness that I have made.
Only complaining about such frivolous things as losing their freedom, losing loved their loved ones, losing their corrupt governments with officials that only think of their own wealth.
My sweet little game is one of the few that understands what I'm doing, why I do this.
He stays in our room, fast asleep after last night's activities, where his only worries are how to satisfy me the next time we engage in such … pleasing games. Going though the patch of land where all the rotting corpses of traitorous fools return to the earth I spy the blond hair of a former ally. This daft soul thought that I was barbaric in the execution of the former "high class society". Did THEY care about care about those beneath them? Did THEY care that children were starving while THEIR only worries were about what idiotic thing they will do next with their fortune? No, but that was just one of the things he was wrong about. The two most cuticle thoughts that cosseted him his life were that I, in his own words, am a villein in some demented story after I started to rebuild my empire from the sands of time, and, ofcourse that my precious game released me from that damned puzzle by accident. Fool! He released me from that hellbend item because he knew that I would cure this world of such unpunished evils. The former Tome robber comes from behind me to tell me when the next meeting is. After what kind of legacy would my rein have if I were late to such an important meeting.
Yes, Atemu was the bad guy that Joey was talking about in Aren't The Good Guys Suppose to Win.