Egyptian Sorcery

By AlantisB

Interlude

A Few Hours After Yugi's Departure to Azkaban

"When a wizard goes over to the dark side there's nothin', and no one matters to 'em anymore."
-Hagrid

The room was alit with a golden glow, casting the room into shadows. It smelled of must and mold, cracks crawling over the walls of the old mansion. It had been abandoned for years and no one had ever tried to live in it. A chair made of the softest velvet blocked the fireplace from viewing but that did not stop a little rat scurrying over to the chair.

"What newsss do you bring, Wormtail?" A hissing voice said from in the chair.

The rat shook itself as it transformed into a man, rolling his neck to crack it. "It h-h-has worked, M-master, t-the Minister has caught the boy unaware when the pharaoh wasn't there and captured him."

"Good," the voice hissed in pleasure. "Bakura!"

The tomb robber stepped out of the shadows, his eyes narrowed and his posture erect with hidden fury. "Yes . . ." He watched as the puny human-rat start to tremble, his early warning system for when the creature-man was about do something horrible, and he amended his mistake quickly. "..Master."

"I trussst everything iss in place and you've managed to gather the puzzle and have brought it to me? Or," the voice held a smug tone, "Do you like to see what other pretty designs I can have you draw on your host?"

Bakura clenched his fists while unconsciously his eyes shot to the corner where his light was chained. The once silver white hair was caked in blood and filth, the body naked except for the scars of knives that had carved into the flesh for the times that he had been defiant in the plans of his 'master'.

He had little room for error, the Dark Lord hadn't let him make any scars near the throat or major arteries, least he manage to break the mind control to kill his other so that he didn't suffer. While Bakura knew he was an evil man, and there was no denying that, he had no wish to turn his light into another him. His host was much too young to go through this.

He remembered when he had first stumbled onto the Dark Lord as he entered the new world, how stupid he was to think he can pact with the creature-man to gather the Items so that he would become a god. All because the Dark Lord was evil, like himself, he thought they would be on the same sides.

The blood pact stated he would kill this Potter boy and his friends, and in return the Dark Lord would help him find the Millennium Items of this dimension. He did not count on someone being stupid enough to break a blood pact, especially one made on his Ring. Now, he was stuck as this Lord's beck and call like a dog, like a slave.

Voldemort was worst than the Pharaoh. And now his slim hope of the Pharaoh somehow saving him from this fate (even as his mind protested greatly at the thought) had been broken. For now the host of the pharaoh was in Azkaban or heading to it, at least. Where then the Dark Lord can free his previous Death Eaters and the boy, using him as a conduct sacrifice for the Shadow Games to begin anew.

But he took great pleasure at one fact . . . .

"No, master. I have not gotten the puzzle. A sphinx had managed to take it and guard it for whatever reason." Probably because it knew the pharaoh, or at least recognized the puzzle from stories- "So I cannot take it."

"What? You dare return without it?" The hissing voice rose as the creature-man stood up. Bakura snarled, gathering shadow energy to him. "Crucio!"

The Dark Lord laughed as the tomb robber twisted and turned on the floor, biting his lips in order not to scream out in horrible pain. When whimpers started to break through the battered lips, he lifted the curse. "Do I have to do everything myssself?"

First he raised his wand, casting the Un-notice spell over the seemingly teenager so that no one noticed his exact appearance as he had since he managed to get the tomb raider the job as the DADA teacher. Then the object in his other hand glinted in the firelight as he raised it. "Go, kill the sphinx and get the puzzle my mind-ssslave!"

When Bakura rose, his eyes had lost the pupils and his movements were oddly slow and dizzy as if he were drunk. "Yes master," the dead tone echoed in the room as the tomb robber swayed out to obey.

Voldemort chuckled as he caressed the Millennium rod in his hands with a manic gleam in his eyes, a gleam that was eerily similar to the one that was once in Pegasus' eye. While Wormtail sat in a corner, staring at his master, mad with fear.

TBC