'A Different Point of View'
Written by Diablo Omega
Summary: I continue with my use of under-appreciated cards and characters. That's really about it...
Warnings: Well...there is a rather violent ritual, and a decent amount of blood is spilled, but other than that...I'm not sure...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely NOTHING, got it?
Neo the Magic Swordsman had been summoned, and he played around a bit, flicking tiny bits of magical fire at his enemy: A Rogue Doll. Neo drew his sword and watched flames wreath the blade as he skewered the Doll.
The next turn, however, his owner summoned a Darkfire Soldier and played a truly horrifying card: Ritual of Black Chaos Magic.
Almost immediately, the two were set upon by a flock of men robed in black, who were chanting, "Eye of twilight: Give us sight. Make our power tears of night." Struggle as he might, Neo could not break free, and soon both he and the Darkfire Soldier were chained to a gigantic slab of black marble. One, perhaps the leader of this strange little cult, approached Neo, a chalice in one hand and a dagger in the other. Approaching the fiery warrior first, the vicar swiftly laid open the monster's throat, raising the silver goblet to catch the fountain of dark red gore streaming from the severed veins.
Neo writhed as the priest approached him and similarly slit his throat. During the ten seconds he was conscious, the swordsman gasped soundlessly, watching the torrent drench his attire, but was conscious long enough to see the end of the ritual.
Twin torches burned with violet flames on either side of a platform, cut from the same black marble as the slab the two sacrifices had been chained to. The dais was roughly six inches high, and the cult parted as a thin, willowy mage approached it. He was robed completely in purple, with a long ash staff painted emerald green clutched in a pallid right hand. He was young, no more than 20 in human years; not wearing his helmet and allowing his long amethyst locks to shroud his face far more effectively than his headpiece could.
The leader of the following had drawn a spacious, ten-pointed star on the marble platform, using the sacrifices' blood as ink. He bowed to the approaching sorcerer as he scurried away. The magician took a slow, shaky breath before he stepped up onto dais. As he did so, a column of green flame engulfed him. All in the same instant, his joints locked and every nerve blazed in some perverse dance of agony and ecstasy. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, while, in some malformed sense, he was reborn.
It took less than thirty seconds for the transformation to be complete. The mage's skin was now a pallid shade of blue, and black tattoos curled on his cheeks. The body was encased in a leather bodysuit that was so tight it seemed to be almost a second skin. The leather had innumerable buckles and clasps, and it was ornate, but due to its taut nature it allowed incredible flexibility and freedom of movement. The platform smoked slightly, and an unusual breeze had appeared on the battlefield, causing the thin wisps of soft gray smoke to entwine around the magician's legs. His new staff was a warped and eerily beautiful piece of blackened ash. At the bottom, had it been of metal rather than wood, a cutting edge could have been ground on it, for the arc was like that of a scimitar, but smaller.
"Now, my Chaos Mage, attack his Life Points directly," ordered the spell caster's master, pointing his finger toward his shaken foe.
Eyes turning a flat, opaque scarlet, the Mage of Chaos spoke in a harsh, low rasp, "Boo Ray, Boo Rayn Dead…Fulfill your blood oath to me, come forth from the land of Advan! Spirits of Ghena, become a fiery blast and burn everything around us! EXODUS!" With this spell incanted, the sorcerer was shrouded in an aura of brilliant flame, and he launched himself at his target. A massive explosion covered most of the battle field, as the attacked duelist's Life Points were reduced to 0.
The mage then turned, his aura disappearing, to face his master. He bowed low, and his long, auburn-raven locks brushed the ground. He then slammed the head of his staff into the ground, laughing as green smoke burst forth and shrouded his abrupt exit from the field.
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Yugi smiled and laughed internally at some private joke, slipping his dueling deck in the holster in his belt. His Magician of Black Chaos had beaten his foes many a time, from Pegasus in the Shadow Realm to some green-haired punk in Battle City. Also in his holster he slid his new Locater Card and his other prize: a Gemini Elf, truly a rare and valuable card. With the bright noon sunlight glinting in his violet eyes, the King of Games headed of to find another opponent, though a more worthy one than his last.
A/N – God, that took me a looooooooooong time to finish. Mostly because of my sister switching our computers. So I have to wait for a transfer CD in order to get the rest of my files over…damn. Oh well, review, please. I need a boost in self-esteem…
Written by Diablo Omega
Summary: I continue with my use of under-appreciated cards and characters. That's really about it...
Warnings: Well...there is a rather violent ritual, and a decent amount of blood is spilled, but other than that...I'm not sure...
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely NOTHING, got it?
Neo the Magic Swordsman had been summoned, and he played around a bit, flicking tiny bits of magical fire at his enemy: A Rogue Doll. Neo drew his sword and watched flames wreath the blade as he skewered the Doll.
The next turn, however, his owner summoned a Darkfire Soldier and played a truly horrifying card: Ritual of Black Chaos Magic.
Almost immediately, the two were set upon by a flock of men robed in black, who were chanting, "Eye of twilight: Give us sight. Make our power tears of night." Struggle as he might, Neo could not break free, and soon both he and the Darkfire Soldier were chained to a gigantic slab of black marble. One, perhaps the leader of this strange little cult, approached Neo, a chalice in one hand and a dagger in the other. Approaching the fiery warrior first, the vicar swiftly laid open the monster's throat, raising the silver goblet to catch the fountain of dark red gore streaming from the severed veins.
Neo writhed as the priest approached him and similarly slit his throat. During the ten seconds he was conscious, the swordsman gasped soundlessly, watching the torrent drench his attire, but was conscious long enough to see the end of the ritual.
Twin torches burned with violet flames on either side of a platform, cut from the same black marble as the slab the two sacrifices had been chained to. The dais was roughly six inches high, and the cult parted as a thin, willowy mage approached it. He was robed completely in purple, with a long ash staff painted emerald green clutched in a pallid right hand. He was young, no more than 20 in human years; not wearing his helmet and allowing his long amethyst locks to shroud his face far more effectively than his headpiece could.
The leader of the following had drawn a spacious, ten-pointed star on the marble platform, using the sacrifices' blood as ink. He bowed to the approaching sorcerer as he scurried away. The magician took a slow, shaky breath before he stepped up onto dais. As he did so, a column of green flame engulfed him. All in the same instant, his joints locked and every nerve blazed in some perverse dance of agony and ecstasy. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, while, in some malformed sense, he was reborn.
It took less than thirty seconds for the transformation to be complete. The mage's skin was now a pallid shade of blue, and black tattoos curled on his cheeks. The body was encased in a leather bodysuit that was so tight it seemed to be almost a second skin. The leather had innumerable buckles and clasps, and it was ornate, but due to its taut nature it allowed incredible flexibility and freedom of movement. The platform smoked slightly, and an unusual breeze had appeared on the battlefield, causing the thin wisps of soft gray smoke to entwine around the magician's legs. His new staff was a warped and eerily beautiful piece of blackened ash. At the bottom, had it been of metal rather than wood, a cutting edge could have been ground on it, for the arc was like that of a scimitar, but smaller.
"Now, my Chaos Mage, attack his Life Points directly," ordered the spell caster's master, pointing his finger toward his shaken foe.
Eyes turning a flat, opaque scarlet, the Mage of Chaos spoke in a harsh, low rasp, "Boo Ray, Boo Rayn Dead…Fulfill your blood oath to me, come forth from the land of Advan! Spirits of Ghena, become a fiery blast and burn everything around us! EXODUS!" With this spell incanted, the sorcerer was shrouded in an aura of brilliant flame, and he launched himself at his target. A massive explosion covered most of the battle field, as the attacked duelist's Life Points were reduced to 0.
The mage then turned, his aura disappearing, to face his master. He bowed low, and his long, auburn-raven locks brushed the ground. He then slammed the head of his staff into the ground, laughing as green smoke burst forth and shrouded his abrupt exit from the field.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yugi smiled and laughed internally at some private joke, slipping his dueling deck in the holster in his belt. His Magician of Black Chaos had beaten his foes many a time, from Pegasus in the Shadow Realm to some green-haired punk in Battle City. Also in his holster he slid his new Locater Card and his other prize: a Gemini Elf, truly a rare and valuable card. With the bright noon sunlight glinting in his violet eyes, the King of Games headed of to find another opponent, though a more worthy one than his last.
A/N – God, that took me a looooooooooong time to finish. Mostly because of my sister switching our computers. So I have to wait for a transfer CD in order to get the rest of my files over…damn. Oh well, review, please. I need a boost in self-esteem…
