*~*Disclaimer!!*~* Alot more essential stuff is going to happen in this chapter, in preparation for the final showdown and I think only 3 or 4 more chappies until the finale. Awwww, I'm gonna miss typing on this... Anyway, you know what I own and don't own, so I am not going to bore you with the details. I think I'll finish this story up, and type more of my Batman Beyond one, but anyway... This chapter is going to give you quite a different perspective of a character you all now know and love...
"Are you... are you sure this is a good idea?" His voice tense, silver-haired Bakura stood outside the sacred circle Merrick had inscribed into the stone floor of an abandoned auto garage, drawn in the latter's own blood. The patterns of a detailed weave of lines, half in designs, and half in hieroglyphics was enough to boggle Bakura's mind, aghast at what extreme measures Merrick would ascend to. "All we are going to do is create a branch of the Shadow Realm; why all the sudden theatric symbols?"
Merrick peered upward from among his golden blonde hair, sneering at his partner in crime as he pushed himself as best he could to a sitting position, determined not to smudge his masterpiece. "It's not just a created branch of the Shadow Realm, Bakura. We're actually going to be traveling back in time with a most honored guest… going back 5000 years..."
"WHAT? That's impossible! The only thing coming close to a feat of that magnitude is the visions of the Millennium Necklace."
"Ahhh, the Item my sister has acquired..." Murmured Merrick, smirking slightly. "It will be nothing compared to the energy of this portal in time, if we succeed in opening it."
A sudden, musical voice broke his thoughts, a voice that rose and fell as its owner danced to an unknown beat only heard from her. "La Dee Dee Dee Da, Dee Da, Dee Da..." She giggled, her eyes half opened like she was drugged with ecstasy. "Come dance with me Merrick, come and make me happy when I get LAAAAAAAID..." Her arms outspread, the woman twirled in circles, making her longish raven hair trimmed with red and gold spin around her like a cape.
A wolfish grin enhanced the golden haired boy's already feral features, making his face look dark and hawkish. "I will my sweet Evangela, but let Daddy finish his work, ok? Then we can dance until we die."
The woman behind him and ten feet back let out howls of laughter, letting her blood red eyes slink to the ceiling as she continued to dance insanely. "Hurry Lovie, the sunlight scares me.."
Bakura's eyes slightly widened, his chocolate brown irises almost glowing. "Merrick, what exactly have you done to her? She..."
"She's perfect." Finished with his work, Merrick rose from sitting, wiping his bloodied hands upon a white towel, defiling them with streaks of scarlet red as he admired his handiwork. The circle was complete, an intriguing, finely detailed circle of flowing, mystical symbols, remotely resembling clouds. Wild thorns surrounded the heart of it, wrapping their black red tendrils around an Egyptian Eye. Outward, the eye was enclosed in a pentagram in the shape of a star, with dripping hieroglyphics still wet and brilliant red. Merrick was grinning from ear to ear at both his works of art: the inscribed circle, and the woman he devotedly love.
His partner shifted his feet through the dirt, anticipation for the upcoming ritual becoming evident. "She's... perfect? HOW Merrick? She's dancing around from one foot to the other, and mumbling mumbo-jumbo."
Merrick's canines glimmered in the setting sunlight, casting his face in a ruby red hue. "Simple. Who's more dangerous: A woman in a sane mind with a conscience, or one who has lost her own mind?" His gaze shifted to the woman, drinking in her beauty with every moment of his longing gaze. "She's powerful in her own right, Bakura, and the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon. She'll serve her purpose."
All the while the two men talked, the lady clad in black and red closed her blood red eyes and spun with wide-open arms around in circles. The woman once known as Marita Shindou had long since ceased to exist in this realm, her own insanity released by just a touch of the Millennium Rod. Laughing maniacally, she bobbed her head up and down, weaving intriquite footstep patterns on the floor as she danced. A creature forever tainted, the newly dubbed Evangela felt the nightmare in her heart come alive in the shadows she twirled in, and welcomed them in a heartbeat.
Ignoring her for the moment, her courtier gripped a bowl of herbs in his hands, careful not to touch the deadly nightshade contained in it. In a far off voice, his tone and pitch rose and fell, a mantra of mystical proportions:
"Seth, our lord of darkness, heed our call,
Bring to us the darkest of all.
Born of darkness majesty,
Demona, we bid, cometh thee.."
With these words, he threw the bits of shade into the center of the circle, along with a crystal he bore around his neck. By an unseen force, the plant began to smolder and burn, its flames growing and multiplying as it fed off the nightshade and thrived. The smoke grew heavy and thick, as the five candles on each point of the pentagram caught aflame, roaring far above the space the wicks allowed it. Swirling around the center, the smoke turned pitch black, as lightning bolts began to encompass the rising pillar. Brimstone, smelling of rotten eggs, filled the noses of all three people in the garage, as a gusting whirlwind picked up speed, creating a vortex around the circle.
Suddenly, a sharp CRACK! filled the air, and the smoke began to clear slightly... ever so slightly, until it pooled around, close to the bottom of a pair of slender legs. A long black dress made her look slim and fitting, as her fiery red hair ran down to the waist. Her arms folded across the low cut gown, and her eyes were closed as well, as if she had been sleeping for years. With shocking revelation, the beauty swept her eyes open, ruby red pools of pure, blank...nothing. Her mouth twisted into a half smile, amused as she sighed and yawned. "Hmmmmmmm... Who... who are you people? And why... Why..."
Bakura grinned from ear to ear, enchanted with the woman before him. "Welcome Demona. Welcome to this realm and for a chance to unleash hell on Earth..."
"Are you... are you sure this is a good idea?" His voice tense, silver-haired Bakura stood outside the sacred circle Merrick had inscribed into the stone floor of an abandoned auto garage, drawn in the latter's own blood. The patterns of a detailed weave of lines, half in designs, and half in hieroglyphics was enough to boggle Bakura's mind, aghast at what extreme measures Merrick would ascend to. "All we are going to do is create a branch of the Shadow Realm; why all the sudden theatric symbols?"
Merrick peered upward from among his golden blonde hair, sneering at his partner in crime as he pushed himself as best he could to a sitting position, determined not to smudge his masterpiece. "It's not just a created branch of the Shadow Realm, Bakura. We're actually going to be traveling back in time with a most honored guest… going back 5000 years..."
"WHAT? That's impossible! The only thing coming close to a feat of that magnitude is the visions of the Millennium Necklace."
"Ahhh, the Item my sister has acquired..." Murmured Merrick, smirking slightly. "It will be nothing compared to the energy of this portal in time, if we succeed in opening it."
A sudden, musical voice broke his thoughts, a voice that rose and fell as its owner danced to an unknown beat only heard from her. "La Dee Dee Dee Da, Dee Da, Dee Da..." She giggled, her eyes half opened like she was drugged with ecstasy. "Come dance with me Merrick, come and make me happy when I get LAAAAAAAID..." Her arms outspread, the woman twirled in circles, making her longish raven hair trimmed with red and gold spin around her like a cape.
A wolfish grin enhanced the golden haired boy's already feral features, making his face look dark and hawkish. "I will my sweet Evangela, but let Daddy finish his work, ok? Then we can dance until we die."
The woman behind him and ten feet back let out howls of laughter, letting her blood red eyes slink to the ceiling as she continued to dance insanely. "Hurry Lovie, the sunlight scares me.."
Bakura's eyes slightly widened, his chocolate brown irises almost glowing. "Merrick, what exactly have you done to her? She..."
"She's perfect." Finished with his work, Merrick rose from sitting, wiping his bloodied hands upon a white towel, defiling them with streaks of scarlet red as he admired his handiwork. The circle was complete, an intriguing, finely detailed circle of flowing, mystical symbols, remotely resembling clouds. Wild thorns surrounded the heart of it, wrapping their black red tendrils around an Egyptian Eye. Outward, the eye was enclosed in a pentagram in the shape of a star, with dripping hieroglyphics still wet and brilliant red. Merrick was grinning from ear to ear at both his works of art: the inscribed circle, and the woman he devotedly love.
His partner shifted his feet through the dirt, anticipation for the upcoming ritual becoming evident. "She's... perfect? HOW Merrick? She's dancing around from one foot to the other, and mumbling mumbo-jumbo."
Merrick's canines glimmered in the setting sunlight, casting his face in a ruby red hue. "Simple. Who's more dangerous: A woman in a sane mind with a conscience, or one who has lost her own mind?" His gaze shifted to the woman, drinking in her beauty with every moment of his longing gaze. "She's powerful in her own right, Bakura, and the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon. She'll serve her purpose."
All the while the two men talked, the lady clad in black and red closed her blood red eyes and spun with wide-open arms around in circles. The woman once known as Marita Shindou had long since ceased to exist in this realm, her own insanity released by just a touch of the Millennium Rod. Laughing maniacally, she bobbed her head up and down, weaving intriquite footstep patterns on the floor as she danced. A creature forever tainted, the newly dubbed Evangela felt the nightmare in her heart come alive in the shadows she twirled in, and welcomed them in a heartbeat.
Ignoring her for the moment, her courtier gripped a bowl of herbs in his hands, careful not to touch the deadly nightshade contained in it. In a far off voice, his tone and pitch rose and fell, a mantra of mystical proportions:
"Seth, our lord of darkness, heed our call,
Bring to us the darkest of all.
Born of darkness majesty,
Demona, we bid, cometh thee.."
With these words, he threw the bits of shade into the center of the circle, along with a crystal he bore around his neck. By an unseen force, the plant began to smolder and burn, its flames growing and multiplying as it fed off the nightshade and thrived. The smoke grew heavy and thick, as the five candles on each point of the pentagram caught aflame, roaring far above the space the wicks allowed it. Swirling around the center, the smoke turned pitch black, as lightning bolts began to encompass the rising pillar. Brimstone, smelling of rotten eggs, filled the noses of all three people in the garage, as a gusting whirlwind picked up speed, creating a vortex around the circle.
Suddenly, a sharp CRACK! filled the air, and the smoke began to clear slightly... ever so slightly, until it pooled around, close to the bottom of a pair of slender legs. A long black dress made her look slim and fitting, as her fiery red hair ran down to the waist. Her arms folded across the low cut gown, and her eyes were closed as well, as if she had been sleeping for years. With shocking revelation, the beauty swept her eyes open, ruby red pools of pure, blank...nothing. Her mouth twisted into a half smile, amused as she sighed and yawned. "Hmmmmmmm... Who... who are you people? And why... Why..."
Bakura grinned from ear to ear, enchanted with the woman before him. "Welcome Demona. Welcome to this realm and for a chance to unleash hell on Earth..."