Egyptian Sorcery
Chapter 13
By AlantisB (And Nemi!)
"If your determination to shut your eyes will carry you as far as this, Cornelius, we have reached a parting of the ways. You must act as you see fit. And I - I shall act as I see fit." -Dumbledore
Something moved, but no one saw anything. There was a shadow, a patch of darkness, a place where light was dimmed, like around a Dementor, the witches and wizards in the Great Hall realized that was the something moving. One by one the Wizards saw it, gliding towards the two monsters. One by one they felt a chill go down their spines. The Dark Magician's tunic crinkled and moved strangely shortly after the Shadow reached it.
And they saw flickers of that boy appear.
He was embracing him around the middle, nuzzling him, eyes a demonic blood red. A hand smoothed down the monster's abdomen, almost dangerously low and another moved up his chest, wisps of white light peeling out of the monster's body to be gobbled up by the Shadow. The Dark Magician's eyes became darker, more threatening as the scraps, remains of light were eaten up. A sweetly child like voice sounded out, like a little boy to his puppy. But there was something painfully cold in that voice, almost too innocent. Death was a pretty bauble to it.
"If they don't give me back my Aibou you can kill them for me Meioh, you and your family." The Dark Magician sweated and trembled, eyes closing as dark power literally flowed from the translucent figure and into him, stressing his body to it's limits. It tore open new holes in reality, new figures dropping out, all obviously of the same family of the Dark magician, pointing their staffs threateningly. Their eyes were blank and enraged, reddish, mimicking their summoner's, only the old sages had a spark of intelligence in them.
There, that one was a girl, her features seemed to be more for sweetness, but now it was a mask of anger. One was black and red with a blue face- he was frightening, but not as frightening as the rare dark magician dressed in black, with a blade on the end of its staff. Dark Sages protected pairs and trios even as they themselves were encompassed and protected by soap bubble sheen personal shields.
The first one was trembling and shaking as the dark inhaled the light in him like as starving man with an arm looped low on his hips, forcing all of these monsters to stay here, and real.
"I'll shred their souls and let you feast. I never let any of you dine on souls before, did I? Such a fine delicacy that even I have never tasted. After we paint this place in their blood there will be plenty for all and I shower my aibou with their broken dreams." The shadowed boy licked his lips and pressed against Meioh, crimson eyes sweeping over the assembled while the shadow teacher shook.
An old voice spoke, it sounded a bit like Dumbledore's, only strained. The first Dark Sage, who, along with the other Dark Sages were the only monsters with out hate and anger lit on their face.
"Forgive my master and my family. His rage seeks to envelop us all, it is only my type, with age and skill that allowed us to resist to this extent." The old man shuddered, the thin lines of shadow that formed a web from the demon outwards touching all other minor demons, and the one going to the speaker flared larger and attacked. There was silence, pulses moving back and fourth along the line. When he spoke again his voice was even more strained, "You took away his Light, and with Master Yugi," a harsh blow and a nearly shrill scream that he didn't have any right to speak his aibou's name. He gulped to force it out, "gone it is leaching away what light he has in him. His sense of Mercy is of most prime concern, and his sanity. Without him, his sense of Justice is extremely ruthless."
The Dark Sage sighed when the attack let up, glancing over at the shadowed boy. "Master Yami is Dark, he is ruthless, but his only restraint was Master Y--Hikari, the other half of his soul. Master Hikari is gone, and you took him away, effectively ripping his being in half. The only reason why he hasn't ordered your deaths is because you can bring him back." The Sages all exchanged looks and as one their personal shields dropped allowing the dark energy to connect to them, shuddering and coming under their master's emotions as well.
Yami only purred, smiled and nuzzled his Dark Magician of choice again.
There was no doubt that he wanted to kill them all.
*
"No! No! NO!" A whiplash of bright, judging light flashed in front of his eyes, "Judgment of Avarice." A pause, change of scene to the next day—"I'm rich! Look at all this money! It's all mine! Mine!" Joey's face, a roll of eyes at the bully in the leaves throwing them into the air, "That guy's finally cracked."
Yugi whimpered, covering his ears.
"Let's play a game. Each of us will only use one finger." "Fine," the criminal holding the gun grinned. "I will use my thumb." "I'll use my index finger." A hand reaching into the pocket, pulling out a zippo lighter, flicked open and lit with his thumb and lights the man's cigarette then—places it onto the gun barrel, still lit. The fire flickers as the criminal gulps, watching nervously, lips poised, cigarette slipping from the mouth—Screams, so many horrible screams as the table and criminal is lit on fire from previous liquor spilled.
He started to rock back and forth, murmuring to himself. The images, they were everywhere. They won't leave him alone. Yugi shivered, sniffling, listening as the dementors passed his cell again.
"Yugi! Why don't you ever listen to me? I told you time and time again not to smoke and here you are! It's those kids you hang out with, isn't it? I have half-a-mind to ban you from speaking to them again!" "NO! They're my friends! You don't care about me, you're always away with that new boyfriend and never home with me and I HATE IT! Why can't you stay home with me? You don't love me anymore!" "YUGI! Get back here!" "I HATE YOU!" Later, the harsh ring of a phone call and—"I'm sorry, Mouto-san. I'm afraid I have terrible news. Your Okassan has been in an accident."
Tears slide down his cheeks, a never-ending river, and felt more of him self slip away as he tried to think of his happy memories. He could feel himself running after them but they floated farther and farther away. He wondered if he was ever happy, if maybe the happiness had been a dream and this was how he had always lived- in Darkness, listening to screams and the sounds of the tortured.
Violet eyes closed as he curled around himself as the dementor's passed his cell once more.
Yami, Yami . .
Dark . . Dark . .
*
Yami frowned and tilted his head. He thought he had heard something. "Kill them, one every hour on the hour, until my Hikari is back with me, we can start with the Weasleys, there's too many of them already..." He pressed against Meioh's leg firmly and smiled out at the Gryffindor table, eyes hooded as if with pleasure, "That one, I think, he caused my aibou so much pain," he murmured and one of the monsters with a blade drifted a little towards Ron, an expression of sick pleasure and anticipation on its face that was a perfect mirror of Yami.
"M-Master," stammered out the Dark magician, who had finally put down his staff so he could lean against it tiredly, and had several guards protecting him from hexes as he was the main power conduit. Anyone with a quarter of a brain could figure out if he went down so would the rest of them.
"Master Yami," his voice was strained, "Even if Master Yugi was ordered to be brought to you this instant it would be hours before you were reunited...perhaps," He swallowed and closed his eyes tight, inhaling deeply before continuing. "Perhaps, every four hours would be more reasonable?"
The shadowy hands knotted in the purple tunic and the arms gripped him tighter, black electric-like energy radiated out from him, up and down the form. He cried out, nearly collapsing, leaving no question that grievous pain had just been inflicted on him.
"Are you Questioning me, monster?" The voice purred, darker than a Dementor, sweet as death and something primal. "I can shred you as easily as I could a human soul, easier, even. I can always get another Guide." Another cry was wrung from the Dark Magician as insubstantial hands moved though his form as if to comfort him and came out bloody.
Yami only grinned in triumph-no- it was the grin of a child eating a sweet they enjoyed after a long day, or of sheer delighted amusement.
"P-Please, Master! I serve you and your Hikari both...Surely Master Yugi would be saddened by needless slaughter..."
The remains of the sparks let up and Meioh's grip on the staff loosened as the pain faded.
"Very well."
The two ghosts, the Bloody Baron and Nearly Headless Nick floated over to where Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table. With all the fuss going on in the hall right now, no one noticed their movements.
Draco kept his gaze fixed on the shadowed form of Yami, but he could see more than the others. He could see the solidness of his form, the way his clothes shifted as he moved. When he took his eyes off the pharaoh for a second, he could tell the others in the Hall hadn't seen any of this at all. What they could see was his spirit, he concluded, but not is solidness as if he could be touched.
With all the time he had talked with Yami and Yugi, he had never really understood the deep connection they had with each other. When he had first thought of it as insanity he mused that they were the same. But looking at Yami now, and comparing him to what he knew of Yugi, it made him doubt they really were the same person. It was so hard to compare the nicer boy to this insane maniac calming talking about killing people every four hours.
Draco jumped, startled. His gaze faltered as he turned his attention to the two ghosts behind him. "What is it?" He hissed quietly. "What do you want?"
"Where is your elfin warrior?" The Bloody Baron floated closer to Draco. "He could be of some use as of now, to protect the students."
The Slytherin eyed the spirit carefully, when had he the time to figure out he had Legolas? They had been careful to make sure he was able to stay hidden. "He's here," he muttered finally. "But he's the last resort."
Nearly Headless Nick frowned. "What ever for, he could destroy these monsters and that would leave the spirit unable to hurt any students!"
Draco rolled his eyes, typical Gryffindor behavior from this ghost. No wonder he was their ghost. "Don't be stupid, he isn't nearly as powerful as even one of those creatures." He took out Legolas' card to show to the spirits. "He has lower defense and attack abilities than the Dark Magician, Meioh, and he would destroy himself if he tried to attack."
"Then why doesn't he attack those girl ones?"
He sighed, resisting the urge to rolling his eyes again. It wouldn't be proper to do look too childish even if everyone's eyes were on the monsters and not one him. "Then the other monsters would attack him and destroy him. If you want to get the monsters out of the Hall, Meioh has to be hurt—the Dark Magician currently being felt up, correction," he said after a second glance, "humped, by Yami," he sounded slightly amused, "because he's the one channeling the power holding the other monsters in this realm, like a living wand."
"Oh," Nearly Headless Nick replied. The Bloody Baron and Draco shared similar looks of irritation at the Gryffindor ghost.
Bloody stupid Gryffindors, they thought.
TBC
A/N: I gave Nemi a co-authoring of this chapter because she's helped me a lot with the general story line and this chapter. She's the one that wrote Evil-Yami so well. I had no part of it.
Anyway from what I can tell, this story is no where near finished and will probably become my longest one yet. I have decided this story will have no sequel as I'm afraid it would spoil the general rightness of the storyline I have set up. But I will have several enjoying chapters ahead for you all to satisfy your curiosity as to what we're planning.
But I Nemi shall do my best to make her reconsider!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know it's a little short. I've been busy doing homework and senior year stuff for High School. I'll get the next one out faster as I'll have more days off in school and half-days. I think one of my teachers said we only have 15 full days of school in November and then lots of half-days and days off. ^.^
And I'm SO excited I've gotten so many reviews. I know I don't thank my readers like I should, but I want you all to know I'm very happy to get your comments and questions. I wouldn't write without those because I feel as if I write for nothing. THANK YOU!