Authoress's Notes: Okay, here is the last chapter in Part One. Thank you for all the good reviews and suggestions, and in Part Three, I will try to incorporate them. Please continue to give me feedback and suggestions, though.
I do not own "Yu-Gi-Oh" or "Behind Blue Eyes."
"If I swallow anything evil,
Put your finger down my throat.
If I shiver, please give me a blanket.
Keep me warm; let me wear your coat"
- the Who
I think this will be my last entry. They tortured me again tonight until I begged for forgiveness, but I know not from what.
All that has happened to me the past weeks I deserve. First Muriel, then the grandfather I have never met. Mother, Urania… Cynthia…
Somewhere along the line, I lost consciousness. I awoke in the cell with a lit candle. Midnight was holding my journal; it was closed. His fingers caressed my face, which was the only thing besides my hands that had not been marred.
He gathered my long hair in his fingers and pressed it to his mouth.
"If you have something to write, I suggest you do it before you die."
I looked into his eyes and I saw what I had seen so long ago when I awoke from the drink he had taken. He had been on the edge of the bed and my eyes and neck hurt badly; I could barely move. I felt that he loved me in those moments, and his lips hovered above mine for the longest time.
"There is food for you downstairs. Your son has been given food. I will not harm him as long as you remain with me."
Then I was in the present again and gazing into his eyes. "I die tomorrow night."
"You will have to make a choice."
"I deserve to die."
He shook his head at me. "No, you don't. You suffer for nothing."
I felt him kiss me and I felt no remorse in that kiss, nothing that reminded me of Cynthia or anyone else I knew. It was Midnight, and the world was nothing when faced with him. And I knew I belonged to him.
Now that I think about it, I am frightened.
He owns me.
But he left the candle lit and told me to write; I do, else I would not be penning these words.
Now I will speak of Cerberus for a moment. He is the son of Midnight and me, but Cynthia bore him. His first word was at the age of nine months; I don't know how he could have learned it, for Midnight and I never uttered the word in his presence. "Hell."
Perhaps while I slept Midnight read to him. Maybe that explains it.
But the worst part of my life is that I failed to protect my son. It was after an argument with Midnight; we fought for a long time over nothing. I took my son away from that place. I was found and knocked unconscious; that is how I was brought here. And so it really is my fault that such evil has come upon me.
Whatever happens, may the divine wreak havoc on those who have harmed my family.
Maxamillion James Pegasus
1805
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man,
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes…"
- the Who