My Body as a Temple
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
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Summary:
Rishid has a sacred duty, above protecting the secret of the Nameless Pharaoh's memories.
The ensouled soul standing in Marik-sama's path, who boasts and oversteps about having patience and concentration, has already blundered into the hurricane of my Trap Hell.
The Millennium Battle ensnares more foolish victims. More lives fallen prey to Fate. Is this the judgment of Anubis, reading the cursed spirits the rites they must uphold to the grave?
Written upon my face…is the loyalty I swear to the ones more important to me than the secret of the Pharaoh's memories.
Hear me, Embodiments of Apophis! Trap Monsters protecting God! Attack with your scimitars! Do not allow Jonouchi's neck safe escape!
The desert sands mark and are marked by time. Hostilities surrendered for bringing together the seals and shrine, to guard the card anted to the holy ark.
That counterfeit, can it truly respond to my commands? Me, the castoff child the Ishtar couple took in? The mere servant?
I don't need it. In my heart, I recognize God won't accept a rat as a real son of the Ishtar tribe. I'm prepared – have been prepared – to face that fact.
Mystical Beast Serket! Odious scorpion of the great trial by ritual! Devour the rare powers of the lost, and transform their strengths so nothing is remaining!
For the family which gave me the light called courage in the profound darkness.
Merciless Ra, I will be his substitute.
I will keep standing. Whatever happens, I must keep standing.
My body as a temple. The cathedral where Marik-sama's crime weeps.
My body as his shield. That the thing in that man may forever sleep.