Prologue

He had lost. It was over. Zorc was rid of him, and he had died for it. His marroon eyes were dull as he followed the God Anubis through to his judgement, as he entered the room he saw the other Gods that governed the judgment of souls, Thoth the scribe who records, Maat as the feather which will be weighed against his heart, and the most feared Ammut the devourer of the unworthy. He gave a shaky sigh, he would be lying if he said he wasnt scared, he knew he did wrong in his life, hell he was the King of Thieves, when had he not, though he knew he crossed the line when he became the Pharaohs enemy, did he regret? He could not say he did, it was revenge he was after, though he knew now he went after the wrong man, which is something he did regret. It was enevitable he knew, he would be devoured.

"Akefia Bakura, son of Besmet Bakura; The King of Thieves, let us begin your judgement" Thoth announced before getting ready to record the charges and the outcome, Bakura found himself shutting out the list of offences after they hit 20, he felt ashamed, he would always love killing and stealing. He looked up suddenly when the room silenced, he saw Ammut lick her lips, his eyes then swiveling to his heart which almost had the scales touching the floor. So this was it, he thought as Ammut drew closer, Anubis Maat and Thoth didnt seem to notice as the talked to one another, he knew they didnt care. Ammut was inches away and Bakura closed his eyes tight as she opened her mouth to devourer his heart and his soul, he waited, but nothing happened.

After a moment of waiting some more he opened an eye and looked to see that Ammut had gone and Anubis was standing infront of him instead, he couldnt help the sigh of relief that escaped him, then the sudden fear as he thought that maybe they had something worse planned.

"You have a second chance it seems. You are needed in another world entirely." Anubis said then turned away and walked back, Bakura blinked then spoke "what do you mean? Why am I needed?"

It was Thoth who spoke this time in his wise voice, "You will show yourself worthy, pay for your sins in another way, you will help another world on the brink of war, the Valar came for our aid. We choose you."

"Why me!? What about the Pharoah? He's the hero! I'm a bloody villain!" He then cursed as he noticed his modern, english accent had returned and he looked down to see he was pale and had his modern features again also, they were ready to send him he thought, and this worried him greatly though he didnt show it in the slightest.

"I am powerless without my Millennium ring..." he said this with slight hope, maybe he would have it again, he enjoyed the power he had with it greatly. "You will have it. Though its powers will be less." Anubis spoke, and Bakura scowled slightly.

"Meaning..?" he tried not to snap at the God, that would never be wise, especially with this second chance they had given him. In reply Anubis handed the thief is deck back, "You summon monsters and use the shadows in your aid, though taking a soul under any circumstance is forbidden, we have taken that power away. No penalty games. If you wish to rid an enemy, fight for it and kill if nessacary." Bakura frowned and nodded, he had enjoyed stealing souls, the Gods obviously knew this and would not allow him to feed the Shadow Realm again.

"Go. Become balanced, show you are worthy of the Afterlife." Maat called gently as she walked to him and placed the conciderably less powerful Millennium Ring around his neck, he bowed his head, suddenly feeling thankful for the Gods lenience before he felt himself falling and his vision went black.