WARNING: This chapter contains . . . [Language / Violence]


Edit Update: 1/1/2016

Did some majorly minor editing.


When they came to a stop, the two boys found themselves surrounded by a large crowd of wide eyed natives. Even though it didn't look like they had any harmful intent - and there was the fact that Ishizu wouldn't send them here if there was even the slightest of chances that her brother would be in danger - Bakura still stayed alert and kept his hand on the hilt of his knife. He hadn't survived five thousand years by taking chances. If being an anime villain had taught him anything, it was the fact that it was always wise to be cautious.

"Greetings, fools!" Marik stepped forward, probably loving the fact that all eyes were on him. "It is I, Marik Ishtar, and I am here to enslave all of you!" He jutted a thumb at his companion. "And this is my sidekick, Bakura."

"Word to your mama."

Marik brandished his Millennium Rod. "And now you shall all obey me! I command you to gather all of your gold and bring it to me! And also make me a sandwich!"

The Egyptian stood perfectly still as he waited for their response, expecting them to start groveling at his feet. But nothing happened. The on looking crowd merely continued to watch them, as if they were exotic animals at a zoo.

Marik straightened up and looked very displeased. "Tough crowd. Hey Bakura, why aren't they obeying me?"

Before he could answer, a voice called out, "Behold!" Everyone turned their heads in unison and laid their eyes upon a man who stood on the steps of one of the pyramid-shaped structures. "As the prophesies foretold, the time of judgment is now!"

"Is he talking about Apocalypse IV?" Marik asked.

Bakura remained quiet, trying to scan his surroundings in case they needed to escape. As he did, the speaker paused as a rather fat man who looked like he might be the leader of these people stood beside him before throwing his hands up into the air.

"Citizens!" He began walking down the steps and towards the two teenagers, Bakura cocking an eyebrow at this man's antics and Marik wondering why he wasn't getting his gold. "Did I not predict that the gods would come to us?"

"You have Egyptian God Cards?!" Marik exclaimed before pointing his Rod at him. "Bring them to me!"

"Marik," Bakura grabbed the tanned boy's shoulder, spinning him around to that they were facing each other. "He's talking about us."

"Do I look like a frigging card to him?!"

"Marik," Bakura glared at the other boy's confused face, telling him that he was being serious. "Let me do the talking."

The man chuckled as he approached them, bowing when he stood before the two anime villains. "My lords. I am Tzekel-Kan, your devoted high priest and speaker for the gods."

Bakura felt a smile creep upon his face. This couldn't have worked out any better. Now it would be easy to grab the gold that Marik so desperately desired, and Bakura saw this as the perfect opportunity to have a little fun. After all, it isn't everyday that a whole civilization sees you as a god. Now he knew what being a Pharaoh felt like, and he only wished that he could drag his nemesis here, forcing the former king of Egypt to kneel before his feet before having him beheaded. He would do it himself, of course. He wouldn't trust anyone with such a task, and also because it would be amusing. Imagining Yugi's blood spraying out of his neck where his head had once been made Bakura want to laugh and he clenched his fist. His thirst for blood was becoming unbearable now. But hopefully, if they continued to fool these people, he would be able to squelch his thirst soon.

"I am Chief Tannabok." The fat man announced as he stepped forward, and Bakura saw Tzekel-Kan grimace slightly before forcing himself to smile once more. "What names may we call you?"

"I am Marik Sebastian Ishtar III!" Marik announced and the crowd seemed impressed, not used to gods having such long names.

The white haired boy pointed at himself. "Bakura."

"Your arrival has been greatly anticipated." Tzekel-Kan explained.

Tannabok took a step forward. "My lords, how long will you be staying in El Dorado?"

Tzekel-Kan's attention was broken when he saw the girl that was brought with the two boys and he smiled before walking at a quick pace, grabbing Chel's wrist when he reached her. "I see you've captured this temple-robbing thief." He dragged her over to Bakura and Marik. "How would you have us punish her?"

Bakura grinned, for he had just picked his first victim. "Have her sent away so that I may deal with her later."

Tzekel-Kan nodded in understanding before pushing the girl into the waiting arms of a warrior. "Have her sent to the god's temple."

As she was led away, Chel glared at Bakura, who threw her a smirk. He would enjoy driving his knife into her skull.

"My lords," Tannabok gave them a friendly smile as the high priest scoffed, "why now do you choose to visit us?"

"Enough!" Tzekel-Kan grabbed the Chief's wrist and pushed him aside. "You do not question the gods."

"That's right." Marik said, now embracing the role. "If you do not obey us, you shall feel my effeminate fury!"

"Just ignore him." Bakura told them. "Though I must say that if you don't follow our orders, you will all rue the day that you were put into this fanfiction. Although I have to say that I've been regretting it since chapter 1."

"Of course we will tend to your every need." Tzekel-Kan said with a bow before stepping closer to them, causing Marik to hide behind his companion. "Forgive me, my lords. I know that you have traveled far, but," He leaned in, whispering to make sure that no one could eavesdrop. "I think it would be wise to visit your wrath upon the nonbelievers." He gave a cross between a scowl and a smirk to the Chief before continuing. "Show us the truth of your divinity."

"Our what now?" Marik asked, stepping in between them.

"I suppose we could do something." Bakura said. After all, it would be wise to remove all doubt to make sure that their plan went without a hitch.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Marik hopped up and down while holding his hand up before pointing his Millennium Item at the crowd. "I command you all to step forward and bow before my sexiness!"

"Marik," Bakura massaged the bridge of his nose. "That only works on Steves, and I highly doubt that anyone here has that name."

A moment later, a single man with a slouching posture and large buck teeth came forward and did as Marik had asked.

"Alright, so you found one." Bakura continued. "But this doesn't prove that we're gods."

"Ha! That's what you think. Take a look at this!" Marik waved his Rod and the man before him jerked up before floating in the air, spinning in circles and waving his limbs like a demented marionette. "Yes, you see? With my powers I can force people to Break Dance! See how he pops and locks against his will? Truly I am a formidable god!"

"Marik, we're supposed to be fooling them into thinking that we're gods. Not that they should start looking for an exorcist."

"Well excuuuuse me, princess!" Marik placed his hands on his hips, letting Steve fall to the ground with a loud thud. "You try to convince them that we're gods, then!"

"With pleasure."

The sky darkened as black clouds rolled in and a purple fog engulfed them. Mothers grabbed their children and tried to protect them as best as they could while the warriors held their weapons at the ready, unsure what horrible danger was about to befall them. As a heavy silence filled the city, the Millennium Ring began to glow and Bakura chuckled to himself. Even if they didn't believe they were gods after this, he would still have so much fun trying.

A black mass emerged from the ground beside him and formed the Monster known as Man-Eater Bug, who eyed one of the natives before charging at the young man, who screamed in terror as he tried to run. But he wasn't fast enough.

Women and children screamed as everyone began to make mad dashes in the opposite direction of Bakura's creature. But as they did, more Monsters formed and began to feast upon them as Bakura threw his head back and laughed, loving the sight of their blood spilling onto the ground and creating a red river at his feet, painting his sneakers the same color.

Tannabok looked around in a panic and tried to come up with a plan to save his people, but how do you stop a god? He stepped forward, about to ask Bakura to stop this madness, and was stopped by Tzekel-Kan, who raised his arm and prevented him from going any further. After all, this is exactly what Tzekel-Kan had wanted. The gods were destined to come and purge this land of all the sinners and nonbelievers, which was practically everybody here. This was the god's will, and he would see to it that their bloodthirsty wishes would be done.

When a good number of people had been consumed, Bakura sent the Monsters back to their world of darkness and the atmosphere began to return to normal. The survivors looked around with great caution, wondering if the nightmare was truly over, and Bakura crossed his arms as he smiled. Tzekel-Kan mimicked the gesture before bowing to him, pleased with the pale boy's show of power. A moment later, everyone fell to the ground, bowing deeply in fear that the creatures would return if they did not do so.

Tzekel-Kan walked over to Bakura. "O mighty lords!" He bowed once more. "Come. Let me show you to your temple."

The man began to walk away to guide them to their new living quarters and Bakura was about to follow when he turned and saw Marik, who was staring at the leftovers of the carnage that took place only moments ago. Bakura had known him long enough to know that the blood was reminding Marik of that day when his father was murdered, and his spaced out expression told Bakura that if he didn't intervene soon, Melvin might decide to make an unwanted appearance.

"Marik." Bakura grabbed the other boy's arm, causing the Egyptian to snap back to reality.

Marik lowered his head, allowing his blond locks to cover his face. It was obvious that he was trying his hardest to contain all of his emotions, not wanting the bamboozled natives to see one of their gods cry. Bakura tightened his grip and began to drag him away, wanting to get him away from prying eyes so that the boy could fight his demons in private.