The Taste of Revenge
By: Darkinyron
Now Co-Authored by Kirghiz
Disclaimer: If you've made it this far, you know. If your brain capacity isn't large enough to process memories, go back to chapter one and start all over again. (Pointed mainly at MetalDragon, because he is so stupid, vacuous, and forgetful, though I don't put it past many other people.) XD
I've noticed myself becoming better at writing stories in English! I might go back and put some additions, revisions, etc. here and there in the earlier chapters of this story, though I won't alter anything. Think that's a good idea?
I'm very sorry about not updating in so long. I'd rather not discuss why I haven't, but my special someone finally came online and asked me to update, so I jumped at the request. I hope all my faithful readers are still out there! Again, I apologize.
Chapter Warnings.... Contains explicit scenes of extreme violence, gore, and erotica.
The authoress does not in any way encourage or want to perform the acts of violence displayed in here realistically. This is for the sake of the story. I do not want to hear your shitty flames if you're intending on giving me one. If you must leave a hate review, do it maturely.
CHAPTER 9
A blinding glare struck Marik in the eyes as he drove down the highway on his Harley. The morning was hot and muggy, miserably different compared to the dry summer days in the Egyptian desert. He pulled into the Kaiba Corp. parking lot, searching for a vacant space among the many other vehicles that had greedily eaten up the openings. He sighed irritably, having been sick of going through this every morning. He wished that Kaiba could go to the simple stretch of assigning everyone a parking space, so that the workers wouldn't always be late going through this hassle every morning. Visitors, he thought, should have been forced to parallel park on the busy highway anyways...
Something unusual caught his eye as he eased his bike down another isle of vehicles. Not only had he found an available area, but it was the slot that Zalika had purposely designated for herself; it was the one area between two thick yellow lines that everyone steered clear of, quite literally.
Marik quickly decided to take his chances and pulled into the space, checking to make sure that the ill-tempered creature wasn't around. Why she wasn't though, he silently inquired to.
Now where is she? She was supposed to be here over an hour ago, and she still hasn't showed up? What is with that girl? Kaiba is going to fire her for sure, now! She knows he's sick of it, she shouldn't be taking the chance...
In a way, Marik was slightly relieved. The past night had been spent going over how he would confront her, mainly to rid himself of her. Odion had been right; he needed to get away from the demon before she could unleash more of her destructive wrath, which could easily be directed towards him. Then again, the break-up could either make her more furious, or thrill her to the point of needing to rip his head off—or worse.
With her absence, he could buy time to continue to think. He hadn't told his former servant of his decision, and if all went well, he could give him the story tonight.
"Lieutenant Ynnivaak, please awaken."
Zalika woke to one of Anubis' servants standing beside her bed, incessantly urging her to open her eyes. She looked up at the slave—a Jharkazzi like herself, only male, and much thinner. He was sickly looking; obviously he had never been trained in the military. She blinked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"I brought you some fresh clothes, Lieutenant. Lord Anubis said you would need them."
Zalika glanced up at him once more, coming eye-to-eye with solid black irises. Being addressed once again by her rank in the Anpu army made her long to be permanantly home once again...Among the Jharkazzi...Among her friends and family. She sighed, folding her ears back sadly and closing her eyes.
"Thank you, slave," she murmured. "Return to your duties and give Lord Anubis my gratitude."
The frail dragonlike anthro nodded obediently and scurried out of the room, most likely in search of Anubis. Zalika stood, stretching her still-tired bones and muscles. Despite Anubis' healing spray, she still was in dire need of a massage all over. Even her wings, which were exercised regularly each day, ached. She turned to the new clothes that the servant had given her, and quickly changed. Now, she needed to find something to eat...
It was time for a hunt. Zalika could have easily gone down to the servant quarters to demand breakfast, but the thought of being given free food didn't appeal to her at all. Just like in the mortal realm, she often craved fresh meat right off the bone, soft bleeding marrow, and thick bones to chew on. She drooled, already tasting the plutonium-rich blood of a Xipiun—one of Osiris' demons.
Bakura awoke with no more than a headache. His wounds had healed, though thick scars remained scattered over his pale body. His hair had survived the battle with the vile intruder he had encountered nights ago; he had to wonder just how long he had been sleeping among the trees where his body had been dumped.
That infuriating bitch! Zalika and that fool must have been in on this together! No one would randomly appear and step in for her! Whoever he was, thinking he could just eliminate me like he would a cockroach, he'll pay dearly. Hmm... Later though. There's work to be done against Zalika first. It's time to put an end to her once and for all. Taking advantage of her little friend over 100 years ago seems to have worn off. It's time to have more fun. Who shall be my target this time? Who can I terminate this time that would leave a lasting pain on the bitch?
Bakura let out a sinister hiss which elevated into a maniacal chortle. He had his target all figured out.
Zalika waited patiently in the Shadow Realm's freezing clouds; her raven coloured skin blended in well against the black and purple surroundings. She sat still, ready to pounce on the Xipiun pray she had stalked down. Her eyes watched the father and son who drank near the river. No doubt the elder was teaching his offspring survival methods, maybe even techniques for hunting Jharkazzi such as herself.
Too bad the training would have to end.
Zalika felt the translucent ground beneath her, searching for signs of other movement among the fog. The two enemies walked closer, completely oblivious to her deadly presence. Her ears twitched, listening closely as the two chattered.
Now was her chance to strike. Their attention was undivided between one another. The child was but a tiny morsel, Zalika was after the father. She wanted the child to experience first-hand what real life in the Shadow Realm was all about. She longed to see this child suffer the same pain and agony she had lived with for over two-thousand years.
This brat will be parentless. Just like my deceased friend's three kitts. Just like I am.... Motherless. This pathetic sack of bones can be left to either starve of feed of the remains of his father's corpse. ...As if I care either way. Let him run back to his family with his tail between his legs.
The pair lingered on the opposite bank. Zalika eased into the water, lowering her wings as she glided into the water, soundless. She doggy-paddled over to the other side, only her eyes and horns emerging from the black substance as if she were a crocodile searching for an innocent antelope.
These creatures weren't innocent of shit. They deserved to die for just being born and taking up unnecessary space in the Shadow Realm.
Of course the two males did not spot her. She camouflaged well against the clear river which contained soft, grey sand at the bottom. She dug her nails into the soft sediment below, raised her wings, and sprung.
The large Xipiun never had time to think of what struck him. After launching herself from the dark depths of the water below, Zalika had latched onto the other Shadow creature's back, digging her unleashed claws between his scapulas and spine, then kicking him over with her feet.
The larger being struggled, though his strength was minimized with his position; his face was thrust into the ground, prohibiting him from taking in a breath during his pathetic fight. He was wingless, just like all the Xipiun, therefore could not slap his wings against her body. Zalika ripped one claw from the weakening father's flesh, imitating the sound of wet, ripping cardboard as extremely thin, plutonium-filled blood spurted out. The radioactive substance shot against Zalika, though it could not harm her like it would a mortal. Creatures of the Shadows thrived on the radioactivity of certain elements...
The Osirian's son screeched loudly, as if trying to summon help or weakly ward off the Anpu warrior that was attempting to kill his father. Zalika knew no one would come; the two Xipiuns were quite far from the safety of Osiris' palace. They had wandered into the territory of Anubis and his Jharkazzi, and it was their time to pay for it. The child, though old enough to know the danger, looked confused and helpless. He frantically looked in all the directions, unable to see through the dense clouds that were engulfing him like a dinner. His father was the more helpless one, being pinned, he could not even reach up or even bite.
Zalika raised her free claw, bearing the gleaming nails and stretching them wide before slamming them back into the trapped Xipiun's back. The stab electrified his nerves, causing his body to naturally flinch, while also giving him an overload of adrenhaline. His back arched inwards, pushing itself further into the sandy ground as Zalika jabbed into his flesh, curling her nails into a fist around his spine. The Xipiun howled, forcing himself onto his arms and legs, kneeled down, and screaming into the air. He tried to shake her loose, but the pain and shock overwhelmed him still as blood cascaded down his body. His son stared in horror; he would be haunted by this scene for the rest of his life... should he even escape starvation after this.
Zalika neatly ran two of her sharpened, thick fingernails down and around the other's spine. When she met the resistance of a rib, she slid her claw clear over it. The Xipiun's struggles suddenly froze beneath her. She frowned; one of his violent paroxsyms had jammed her hand through a piece of spinal cartilage, leading into his central nervous system. He was paralyzed now, though she assumed he could at least feel a little. If not, there was still the chore of scaring the father's brat to death.
The child was crying, screaming even, for his father to be rescued. Behind him, a small group of teenage Jharkazzi had come to watch the scene, interest swelling in their bright eyes. Some watched the elimination of the elder, others pointed and laughed at the crying youngster. A permanent look of horror and agony had pasted itself over both their faces, and the two emotions were quickly seeping into their minds as well.
Zalika continued the slaughter with much more ease now that her victim was immobile. He had managed to pull his face from the sand, and now looked up at her as she remained still, his eyes begging her to let him be freed. She knew he couldn't survive even if she did, and she didn't want to. She wanted his anguish to be as harsh and prolonged as possible. And besides, she was having fun....
"I wonder if he's really going to die!" One of the Jharkazzi from the small audience whispered loudly. "You know how hard it is to kill them!"
"Yah, maybe his soul will be trapped in his skeleton when she's done with him and he rots!"
The young group of Anpu warriors laughed, unknowningly mocking hyenas as their amusement rose.
"The little kid won't know what to do when all this is over. He'll have to eat the remains of his father's own carcass!"
The victim's eyes welled up with droplets of tears, giving into the need to fall into the shadowous ground below from the heaviness of pain pushing against them. This warrior, which had probably been a sergeant, was now nothing but supper for a higher ranking, enemy lieutenant.
Zalika stretched her tallons, inserting them back into his open wound, more slowly. She carved around his spine, wishing he could still feel through his paralysm. His spine was most likely fractured from her continuous stabs, pokes, and puntures, but she didn't care that he was dying. She cut down to his pelvic bone, then tore her hand out; it dripped with the plutonium-rich, fluorecent green blood. She licked it off, staining her bright red tongue. She could get all her nutrients for the day just from this one carcass, and maybe with some sweet fruits later on, back in the mortal realm.
The creature thrashed his head, trying to regain his feeling, though he knew he'd have no success in this situation. More was to come; he looked over his shoulder, using the most amount of movement he could just to turn his neck. He felt himself becoming weak and dizzy as his blood escaped the entrapment of his veins and arteries, freeing itself into the outside world to freeze and stiffen. He saw nothing more, other than what looked like a long rod being ripped from his back. It was his spine. After that, all he saw was a eerie, haunting blackness before the green face of his master, glaring at his wandering soul, disgusted.
Zalika pulled the severed spine out with ease, tossing it aside to save the fresh, moist marrow for later. She then removed a dagger from her utility belt, flashing it in the dim light at the child, though his eyes were too full of tears to notice. Zalika skinned her quarry with ease, for his pelt was thin and leathery, like her own. She left skin over his eyes and nose, tore his ears off completely and snapped his ram-like horns as if they were branches on a tree. She flipped him over, thrusting one into his throat and castrating him with the other, then shoved it up into the dickless flesh.
Satisfied, she threw the pelt into the water, and sat down to eat, even being generous enough to invite the younger Jharkazzi over to join her.
- - - -[Later]- - - -
Zalika sighed, getting into her truck after returning to the mortal realm. The radioactive blood from her kill had washed off when she had leapt once again into the river, and now she once again looked fresh and clean. She adjusted her riewview mirror, started up the ignition, and drove down the road back towards Domino City. She was glad her Dodge Ram 2500 was full of gasoline; she hated going into corner stores and waiting in line for an open gas pump. It was a pain in the ass, and the prices for diesel had ridiculously become cheaper than the unleaded. How did that happen...?
Zalika glanced at the digital clock and growled to herself. Oh fuck, I'm late again! Eh, who cares? I shall just quit working for that rich asshole today and be done with it. I can be a bounty hunter or something FUN.
She continued thinking to herself, making her way up the highway without paying much attention to the road. She was so distracted with her own thoughts that she never even felt the tinge in her mind that she was being followed. As a car pulled out in front of her, nearly causing an accident, she slammed on her breaks and glanced in the truck's mirrors. Her mind couldn't think fast enough; she felt her truck rock as the intruder leapt into the back, balancing perfectly on his feet over the mess of junk she had thrown there. How could he run so fast... ? Zalika had been driving nearly 60 miles per hour....
Her tires breaked completely, and as they did he jumped onto the cab with a glass-shattered crash. A dent appeared in the roof; she cursed angrily.
"What the hell is your problem?!" Zalika snarled, sitting up through the window. "You just ruined my Ram you bastard!"
"Where is Marik?" he demanded, his face in the shadows of the morning. She recognized his voice; this was the man who had taken her home the previous night. It was true. He was more than human, and he was too good to be true. Did he recognize her, even?
"Why do you care?" Zalika snarled, angry that her question had been disregarded. "I have no reason to tell you. Fuck off."
The man flicked out a blood-stained, but still sharp dagger. He held the razor-sharp blade to her neck, speaking softly, "Because I could kill you at any given moment."
"I know you won't; you want that information, and if I don't give it to you, you won't find him that easily," Zalika countered with a snarl. Her eyes showed no fear through the scarlet coloured irises.
"Heh, worthy of even my own mind. Now tell me where that bastard is."
Zalika chuckled, though he pressed the dagger firmly against her neck, almost to the point of bleeding. "What are you? One of those lowlives from a street gang? I know how to fight. Don't think I will go down easily."
"Don't be fooled by my outer appearance, Vasnyya. I hold powers far beyond those that you could even fathom of comprehending, so tell me, where is Marik at?"
Zalika rolled her eyes with sarcasm, wondering if this fool truly was ganged up with Bakura. "Well, I don't know how you know my true name, but since you are such a prince charming, I'll tell you as much as he's at the Kaiba Corporation main skyscraper. Good luck at finding the floor and room number. Heh!"
The black-haired man stabbed the dagger into the hood of her truck, leaving a lock of white hair sticking up through it. Was it Bakura's, after all? Before she could ask, he was already making his way quickly down the road towards the K.C. building, still using his extreme and abnormal speed. Zalika sat back down into the driver's seat and drove down after him, not bothering to yield for people. She swerved between vehicles, even larger trucks, but still, she was outran. She pulled into a random Burger World lot, parked, and teleported to her office. She didn't even notice that she hadn't even remained in her human form.
Meanwhile, the man had reached the main building and ran in, ignoring the remarks of the lady at the front desk. He shoved through people, pushing them into walls and running up the stairs, searching for Marik's office. He didn't accend long; he caught Zalika already there, and watched the dark-grey Jharkazzi entering through an office door. Leaping from the stairs, he walked up to it, reading Marik Ishtar's name on the door in black, bold letters.
He slammed into the door, knocking it open. Zalika leapt onto Marik's desk protectively, flaring her large wings and holding her tail high, a defensive stance that the Anpu warriors used. She frowned slightly, seeing her new opponent's hair and eyes beginning to change from solid black to blood red. Now, they would get to see who and what this creature really was....
He stormed over to them, knocking Zalika aside on the desk. She gripped her nails into the wood, creating large indentations as big as a tiger's paw.
"Marik Ishtar... I have come for you!"
Zalika snarled and leapt onto his back, imitating the gesture of attack she had done on her Xipiun breakfast. She clawed into his shoulders, but he didn't even bleed as she sunk her tallons into his skin. Marik, who was too afraid to say anything, searched frantically for his Millennium Rod, pressing a security alarm in the process. He gawked pathetically.
The man reached back, ripping her off with as much ease as if she were a tiny house cat looking for attention. He had her by the neck, and threw her into the opposite wall before she even had time to gag, to react, to clench her nails into him further. Zalika finally got her brain to function; it reacted as she bounced off the wall with a painful crack of her tail, then she landed on her four feet like a cat.
"Leave Marik alone, you fool!"
"It is hardly I who is the fool, Vasnyya Ynnivaak, for I am a force far greater than you."
"Leave him out of this! What do you really want?"
"I want the human."
Zalika stood in front of Marik protectively again. He stared, fear paralyzing him even as he held his Millennium Rod. "He never did anything to you, whatever you are...."
"Because with him gone, I can have my picks at you..."
Zalika glared, enfuriated, and spat on his nose. "What are you?!" she growled for what seemed to be the billionth time. "One of Osiris' demons? Get a life!"
"Hardly am I one of my foolish brother's demons!!!!" He roared, but not through his voice. The air whipped around him, blending his body into a giant dust tornado, the image of an aardvark-headed deity appearing at the top. Marik bolted, leaping over Zalika without effort and running from the room, terrified. He headed towards Kaiba's office, most likely shitting his pants from fear.
Zalika stared at the raging twister in awe, knealing on her front knees with her tail flipped over her back, respectively. He calmed, seeing her dragonlike bow. She tried to remain calm, tearing her eyes from him to lower her head.
"Lord Sutekh..." she murmured.
The tornado calmed, returning back to the human she had known before. "That's right Vasnyya," he said calmly, resting his hand on her back. "You may stand."
Zalika obeyed and climbed off of the desk, standing beside him, her head still lowered. "I will not fight you, Lord Sutekh, for if anything I am your servant. Please though, please do not hurt him..."
"Vasnyya, for almost as long as I had layed eyes on you, I had felt love towards you, and though I know that is Taboo for it to happen, it is true."
Zalika morphed, though terrified, and glanced up at him with her terrified red eyes. "You have always been a hero in my eyes, Sir... My hero. May I ask though, Lord Sutekh... Why me?"
"Because Vasnyya, there are so few of your kind left, and I have always thought of you to be beautiful."
The demoness smiled softly, "I am honoured to be in your presence... Though I don't know what you would like about me... I'm just a lieutenant Jharkazzi in the Anpu army... I'm a murderer of your filthy brother's lackeys. I have their disgusting blood on my hands." Now, after her addmittance, her face displayed horrible shame and embarrassment as her mouth curled downwards.
Sutekh lifted her head up to meet his gaze; two pairs of red eyes met as friends for the first time. "If I could, I would destroy him and his wretched son as well."
"Horus? Kill him! Please! I will do anything to see that fool dead at your feet! But don't kill Anubis... He's my mentor," Zalika pleaded. "And by the way, thanks again for taking me home the other night, almighty one..." She blushed, finding herself staring at him, and once again tilted her head towards the floor.
Sutekh startled her, for she even flinched a little as he touched her face, bringing it up once more. This time though, instead of their eyes meeting, it was their lips. He pressed his to hers, though not deeply, and tasted her lushous skin and mouth. She wanted him to stay in that position; she wanted to be locked in that amature kiss for longer, but he suddenly broke it before she could realize it.
"Do not worry about Anubis, I have nothing against him, though I did have something against Bakura."
She kept her hand on his shoulder, not wanting to pull away. She felt drawn to him, as if he was trapping her in his aura, but she didn't want to be let out. "He... He raped and murdered my best friend, Djjytu." She felt horrible memories flooding into her mind, tormenting her. "I... I witnessed it. He took advantage of her just because she was wingless... She didn't know how to defend herself against that lowlife trash."
"I shall see to it that he endures the same fate, though always coming back to be raped again and again."
"By whom, Lord Sutekh?"
"I shall figure that out some other time...."
"I guess Marik will have to suffer as well then..."
"Actually Vasnyya, I just wanted to frighten him."
Zalika smiled slightly, supressing a soft laugh. "Well, you sure did. He probably was shitting his pants over there when he saw you."
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"I thought I did... Now I'm not so sure. I think it really was all fake. I've... I've never felt love outside the Shadow Realm before. I still don't think I have, though. If you don't mind me admitting, Sir, but after Djjytu was killed, she left a mate and 3 kitts behind. I refused to let myself love anyone..."
"I am sorry for the loss of your friend and of your human father."
Zalika dared to put her hand on Sutekh's wrist, feeling depressed from the memories. "I'm afraid that if I allow myself to love, my mate will be taken from me, just like Khagen lost Djjytu."
"I love you Vasnyya and I do not fear to loose you for I am Sutekh, god of the howling storm."
Zalika's expression drastically changed into a smile of happiness, and she leapt playfully into his arms and hugged him tightly, not bothering to perform a respectful gesture. "You're too kind to be known as the destroyer... And by the way, I enjoy all your storms, whether they be of dust or rain."
Sutekh held the Jharkazzi close, noticing the guards finally arriving into the room to observe the area. Sutekh kissed Zalika's head; she had buried her face into his chest, enjoying his warmth.
"Eat lead, you son of a bitch!" the first guard yelled, aiming and firing bullets into Sutekh's back. They were reflected, and landed on the floor with a small clatter. The guards looked up as Zalika reared on them, spitting acidic fire onto their weapons, melting them like plastic bags over their hands. Their eyes bulged and they bolted like Marik had, running towards Kaiba's room for safety. The two non-humans rolled their eyes, imagining what the CEO would have to go through now...
"Shall we take our leave?" Sutekh asked.
"I think so. Humans are too simple to defeat... Can you fly?"
"I can as a storm."
"Can I fly with you?"
"I was actually just going to walk and torment some of those other pathetic humans you know."
"That's always fun!"
'First though, I want to kill that bastard pharoah for never worshipping me. Or even better, kill his lover in front of him. You will need to call them up."
"As you wish, my lord." Zalika picked up Marik's phone, smirking eagerly. "You want me to tell them to.... expect us?"
"No my love, tell them you have a surprise and tell them to meet you at one of their usual hangouts."
"Of course," Zalika replied, bringing the phone over to him and morphing. She sat over his lap, her wings folded against her body while her tail swished contently. "How about Burger World? The pharaoh and his pet dog jump at any offer of food..."
"Sure," he replied tonelessly.
Zalika dialed, still staring at him as he stroked her tail. She talked to Yami, cutting the conversation short to avoid getting into detail about their upcoming plan. She filled Yami's mind with coaxing lies; her eyes filled up with pleasure as she did so.
Sutekh leaned down, licking Zalika's dark grey skin as he ran his fingers up and down her tail, tickling her lightly and playfully. He earned a low purr from her after she hung up.
"Sweet one... you treat me so well..." She licked his neck in return, enjoying his delicious taste, though it was new and strange. "I apologize for accusing you of being on of those filthy Xipiun..."
He kissed her again, though quickly. "Let us leave to meet those stupid humans."
They stood, leaving the building both in their human forms once again. They drew little attention; Marik most likely had not been specific when he blabbered about being attacked. They walked together, close as if they had been lovers for years. Along the walk he surprised her by picking her up, earning both a smile and a blush from her.
"Do you like carrying me?"
"Yes, I do, my love."
"May I ask you something, Sutekh?"
"What would you like to know?"
"Have you ever been in love with anyone else?"
He shook his head, though he didn't seem to look at all depressed about it.
"I can't wait to see you torment Yami and Joey... those fools... You know... I've never become so close to one so quickly before. What does this mean?"
"It's not just because I'm a god, is it?"
"No... I have no attraction to Lord Anubis, and I've known him since the day I was born."
"Well could you possibaly feel for me as I feel for you?"
"It's awfully quick... but... maybe it's true?" Zalika blushed and looked up at him as he set her down, in front of the restaurant. She tugged at his arm, leading him over to a picnic table beside it. Her pace had an abnormal beat of happiness to it, and she even caught the attention of other people eating who recognized her. She didn't notice them back though, for all her attention was towards Sutekh. She smiled softly, again. "For a god that's supposed to be so cold-hearted, you're very sweet."
He smiled back, yet it seemed to take him some effort at first. "Can we get something to eat while we wait?"
Zalika jumped up before he could even finish his sentence, "Of course! What would you like? I'll order you anything."
He blinked, but only replied casually. "How much would it be?"
"I have money on me. What would you like?"
"I would like to pay, but just get me the same thing you are going to have."
"Anubis told me you're stubborn... He's right. I'll have a cheeseburger and large fries. I want my meat rare too. You sure you want the same?"
He nodded, and she quickly walked inside the building, leaving him to wait for Joey and Yami. People paid little attention to him as he observed the area, taking in the scenery and ignoring the conversations of the boring humans that surrounded him like flies. He daydreamed happily as he waited, enjoying this day more than any other in his life.
"Here you go," Zalika said suddenly, startling him.
"That was fast..."
They began to eat, slowly, watching each other for some time. Sutekh fiddled through his wallet, pulling out a few hundreds and thrusting them into Zalika's hands. "Is this enough to cover it?"
"But, Lord Sutekh! It was $3.74!"
"Well take it anyway, I insist."
"Oh Sutekh, just eat..." She giggled joyfully, though both their smiles faded. Yami and Joey walked up, both with inquisitive looks on their faces and the need for food.
"Here comes dessert!" Zalika whispered.
"Help me get them to come with us," Sutekh commanded, his voice low as the two yaoi lovers approached. "Use the money if you must. I know Joey loves the stuff."
Zalika stood up to greet them, giving her usual serious, yet sly smile. "Why hello, Yami, Joey... Glad you could make it..."
She nudged Sutekh, getting his attention once again. "I can't tell them who you are yet..."
"I know. Tell them my name is Kirghiz, that's my human name."
Zalika nodded, looking back up at the two. No doubt there were wondering about this. "Yami! Joey! I'd like to you meet Kirghiz... He's a friend of mine, from Egypt... He has much knowledge of the ancient scriptures..."
Yami looked at the newcomer, completely unaware of the dark vibrations radiating off of him. He smiled at the man, then turned back to Zalika. "Can he help me figure out my past?"
"Maybe," Zalika said, shrugging as she took a sip of her icy cola. "Perhaps you'd like to come with us and talk about it?"
Sutekh nudged her this time, leaning next to her. "Let me gain their trust first," he whispered. She nodded.
"That's alright, Joey needs some food. He's acting like he's never ate before." Yami frowned, glaring at the blonde beside him, who appeared to be begging him for money. Yami rolled his eyes and handed Joey his wallet. He knew better than to give him a restricted amount; Joey would just come back to ask for more if he did. He turned back to Zalika, "Can I talk to Kirghiz here until he returns?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Get to know each other." Zalika began folding the wrapper that her burger had come in, attempting to make a Chinese football out of the square piece of paper to ease her act of boredom. She watched her new lover out of the corner of her eye and listened to his conversation with the 5,000 year old king.
"You know, Yami, you look a lot like the pharaoh from the scriptures," Kirghiz commented carefully, watching the spiky haired teen's every move.
"Well, technically I am. I reside inside the Millennium Puzzle that Yugi put together." Yami held up the gold trinket that was hanging from his neckchain. "I learned this from Ishizu Ishtar before Battle City begun."
Kirghiz remained quiet, thinking to himself and rubbing his chin.
"Is something wrong?" Yami asked kindly, raising an eyebrow. "You do look Egyptian, like Zalika said. Are you an archaeologist?"
"No actually, but I know more than most people ever will," he replied quickly. "And yes I am Egyptian, but tell me something, Yami. What do you think of the god Sutekh?"
Yami looked a bit startled by what he thought was a random question. Curiously though, he answered honestly. "That's an odd question... My father actually built a cult center for him, though after he died I pretty much turned the worshipping to mainly Ra. During that time, the storms were frequent as were floods and droughts, so we thought Lord Sutekh to be angry with us. I had a group of priests and priestesses worship him, though other than that, I didn't care much. We basically focused on having the sun raise and fall every day, and to see our dead safely to the afterlife. We only kept the cult center open to keep him quiet..."
"You didn't succeed much, did you?" Kirghiz snapped angrily. Zalika also glared at the pharaoh. To her, a deity was a deity, and they all should be worshipped equally. Except maybe Osiris... That bastard.
"You must understand my mind is vague still, though I have heard rumors that he became quite angry eventually."
"Indeed he did," Kirghiz murmured.
Zalika placed her hand over the wrist of her lover, forcing back the need to burst out with a loud demonic cackle about all this. For a pharaoh, in her eyes, Yami was quite stupid. Did he not even sense that this was a far stronger 'human'?
"No, but above all, Sutekh is my favourite deity, followed only by Anubis."
Yami felt Yugi tugging at his soul, and remained quiet for a moment. Zalika rested her head on Sutekh's shoulder as she continued sipping her drink, occasionally snatching one of his fries when he wasn't looking. She looked into the Burger World, seeing Joey gathering up a large amount of food bags.
How does that fool manage to stay so thin when he eats so much junk food?
"But he's the embodiment of evil and the bringer of storms, drought, and infertility... What's so great about him?" Yami was saying.
"You just said whats so great about him," Kirghiz growled.
"Having a hard of pure evil makes him great? He's a murderer!" The pharaoh shot back, his crimson eyes gleaming in the sunlight.
Sutekh—Kirghiz—shrugged with a light snarl. "Anyways Yami, we could talk about this better at my house. I keep all my scrolls there."
"Alright, where do you live?"
Joey walked bag, balancing all the bags—at least five—in his arms with a wide, idiodic smile on his face. "Look at all the munchies, Yami! Teeheehee!"
Zalika rolled her eyes; Sutekh grabbed her hand and helped her up. "Let's go then," he said quietly, beginning to walk quickly down the road. "Come on Yami, hurry along..."
"I'm coming. Where is your house?"
"Just follow us," Kirghiz snapped, the annoyance starting to sneak into his voice.
They walked several miles, Zalika and Kirghiz holding hands and talking quietly while the pharaoh and the dog yacked and ate. Kirghiz led them into one of the nastiest subburbs of the city. Yami picked up the pace as threatening eyes watched them—lowlives looking for easy targets to steal from. Even Zalika huddled closer to Kirghiz, acting innocent and weak, but really wanting Kirghiz to just put his arm around her. They walked past filthy restaurants, party houses, and even little sheltered areas where gangsters hung out.
Sutekh led them to his residence—an old run down building with one of the sides beginning to lean in.
"Here we are," Sutekh muttered. "Home sweet home."
"What on Earth...?" Joey started to say, receiving a hard kick behind the knee from Yami.
They were led up the stairs, where Kirghiz opened the door. An automatic light flicked on, luminating the messy inside of the house. It was obvious that it wasn't always lived in, nor cleaned very often.
"Heh, sorry about the mess..." Kirghiz grumbled.
"I'm sure the guys won't mind," Zalika hissed. "Joey's doghouse hasn't had the shit cleaned out of it in quite a while, don't forget." She smirked in Joey's direction, earning a doglike growl out of him even. "Down boy, I don't need your rabies."
"Follow me into the basement," Kirghiz said, laughing lightly. The guys gawked at the inside of the house as they obeyed. They observed the basement's contents, looks of horror beginning to form on their mouths and eyes. They heard a latch, and turned to see that Kirghiz had locked the door.
"Here comes the interesting part..." Zalika chortled.
"Now then, let's have some fun, shall we?" Kirghiz snickered.
"What are you going to do?" Yami asked shakily, gripping his neckchain tightly, as if attempting to protect Yugi.
"Well if you're so damn smart, just guess!"
"You told me you were going to help me discover my ancient past! Closing the door on Joey and I doesn't make it any easier."
The demoness and the god burst out laughing insanely at their stupidity. Yami and Joey felt like little kids being made fun of for being lured into a trick, only now this was much more serious. Kirghiz pulled Joey aside, pushed him against the wall, and punched him straight in the gut.
More laughter from the two immortals. Joey bent over and gagged. The god had hit him directly in the stomach, not off to the side or by his liver, but perfectly in the overstuffed organ.
"And you're just lucky I throw my punches," Kirghiz laughed.
Yami leapt up to be next to Joey, who looked up with one eye straining to stay open. "What is this? Leave him alone!" He held up the puzzle; the Millennium Symbol glowed with the gold. "You cannot hurt us!"
Zalika transformed, enphasizing the ripping of her skin as her horns and wings protruded from her flesh. Her clothes tore as her body shapeshifted into the elegant, dark dragon that she truly was. Sutekh's hair and eyes brightened into their magnificent, firey scarlet. He unleashed the aura of his power, letting it hit Yami directly. The pharaoh gasped, but refused to give the same respect that Zalika had earlier.
"It's... It's him..."
Sutekh's voice deepended. "Damn straight it's me! This is what you get for defiling my name..."
"This is going to be uglier than Yami Marik's torture!" Joey yelled. He tried to get up and run for the door, although it was locked. Zalika cracked her tail like a whip, throwing him against the wall with a loud crash! He fell again, motionless and shivering as she coiled her tail around him, tightening it as if she were a snake. Kirghiz caught Yami in his own attempt to escape the small prison. He magically created a force-paralyzation rope, holding Yami down against the wall with it. If the pharaoh attempted to struggle free, he'd be electricuted by the rope's abilities.
Ignoring Yami's protests and curses, Sutekh stalked over to Joey with a snicker. Zalika loosened her tail from him, giving him a small breath and to allow her lover to toy with him as he pleased. She wanted to see Joey be tortured, torn, and ripped apart mentally just as she had been. She desired to see the hatred towards her and Sutekh; she lusted after seeing his death.
"You remember Téa?" Kirghiz demanded.
"You... You killed her, didn't you!" Joey howled. Yami's eyes also shifted, his teeth clenched uselessly.
"No, but I'm going to put you through more pain than she suffered," Kirghiz threatened menacingly. "I'm going to torture you, killing you slowly, making every nerve in your pathetic body scream for mercy."
"I bet you did kill her! It's only like some devil like you to sadistically murder an innocent girl! And why do you hate Yami and I so much?! You should be after Marik!"
Zalika ran one of her tallons down Joey's spine like she had to her previous victim. "I bet it would be funny to pin his hide up on a wall.... Outside the game shop! Just like I left Téa's bloody heap there."
"I have a far better plan," Kirghiz said. "But I'm starting to like the idea of leaving his body there..."
"What is your plan, my love? Do enlighten me."
"Well," Kirghiz began, slamming Joey into the wall one handed after Zalika had released her grip on him. "If you would be so kind as to hold him there for me..."
"That's easy," Zalika said as she rammed her tail back into him, the horny end going through the skin of his shoulders, then curling down to pin him through the hands. Her spikes went straight through the bones of his hand, as well as his upper clavicle, yet he supressed a scream. He didn't want to sound like a baby. Joey wanted to perform a weak attempt at acting 'brave'.
"I bet he likes the pain!" Zalika chimed.
As she held him up, Sutekh pulled over a wooden crate, and removed a bag of salt, an icepick, and a small saw. The blade shined brightly in the light, straight into Joey's and Yami's eyes.
"Oh my God," Joey stuttered, fear overwhelming him. He hoped Zalika hadn't noticed, but his bladder had let go of its contents.
"Great Ra, help us!" Yami begged.
Zalika lit up like a tree on fire, her eyes gleaming with the lust to kill her two nemesis. Kirghiz walked over with the items, planning out in his mind what he was going to do.
"Please don't kill us! We'll do anything!" Joey pleaded.
"Oh I won't kill you," Kirghiz said, almost as if he were engaged in a normal, everyday conversation. "It's just that when I'm through you'll wish you were dead."
He pressed the saw to Joey's smallest toe, slipping it off with ease by the sharp blade. Joey yanked his already bleeding foot away before the cut was complete; a bit of blood spewed from an artery onto the floor. He grimaced and growled, shuddered and struggled. Zalika held him easily, flapping her wings excitedly.
"Aww, just a little bit and already he's whining like a baby. Isn't this amusing?!" she hissed, acting as amused as a child receiving a knew toy truck or being taken on its first rollar coaster.
Kirghiz laughed, taking a handful of salt from the already opened bag. He pushed it against Joey's wound, finally receiving the bloodcurdling scream that he so lusted after hearing, though receiving a rather weak kick in the mouth from the thrashing. He wasn't fazed, for he shook his head and repeated the act on another toe.
"Stop it!!! Stop it!! Leave me alone!! Please! I beg you to leave me alone!! I'll serve you for eternity, just let me go!!!"
"Not yet," Kirghiz whispered, cleaning his tools as if her were the mad scientist that people often saw on horror and sci-fi movies. "We're having too much fun with our little rat... I mean dog."
Yami shouted from the other end of the room, raising he voice as loud and as deeply as he could, attempting to use the powers of the Millennium Puzzle to try and ward off his danger. "You call torturing him fun?! How can you treat people this way? What kind of warped demon are you?!"
"I am not a demon!" Kirghiz roared, his voice augmenting even further with rage. "I am a god!" WIth an angered slice, he swung the saw forcefully behind him, then slashed Joey's entire foot off with one swift, effortless stroke. Joey thrashed again, growling and now getting Zalika to use some effort to restrain him. His open arteries spurted rich blood into Kirghiz's face, though before the blood could continue to escape the dark pathways of the vessels, it was cut off by another mound of salt. Some stuck to the wound, the rest fell back to the earth in one bloody, dripping heap. The red coloured substance on Kirghiz's face trickled onto the fallen salt, darkening it further as if it were clear water being rained into a shallow lake.
"Yami, you made that mistake when you decided to trust me! A little advice before you die... Never ever trust a true demon..." Zalika said, forcing her voice to remain as calm and honest as possible. "Trust me, you'll need that information for your wandering days in the Shadow Realm. You think this is torture. Try living there for the rest of eternity! I'll enjoy seeing how you fare!"
"Impure, mortal shit!" Kirghiz growled, referring to Joey's blood.
"Isn't the stuff disgusting?" Zalika asked. She glanced over, hearing Yami vomitting from the agony he himself was being put through. "They can't take anything either... What did Anubis ever see in that human he mated with?" Kirghiz shrugged with a roll of his eyes.
"Hmm... what next?" Kirghiz asked, his voice gleaming with excitement.
"His arm!" Zalika exclaimed. "Then let's castrate him!"
"No!!" Joey howled. "I've had enough! Please... Please just put me out of my misery!"
Sutekh raised the saw again, again effortless and slammed it into Joey's shoulder. Intentionally, he did not slash it off; instead he sawed slowly and perfectly as if it were wood, not bothering to notice the hot red substance that was dripping over and down Zalika's tail like a plague creaping towards its victim. After getting past the bone, he grabbed onto Joey's already dead wrist, and yanked, taking three hard pulls before his limp was freed from his body. More heaps of salt were applied. Joey, who was growing weak, dizzy, and sick, barely thrashing. It took more than one application of the small sodium particles to clear this bleeding, but the blood was becoming less and less plentiful. Joey was slowly giving into the pain.
"Shove it up his ass!" Zalika encouraged, laughing as she already began to imagine the horrific sexual torture scene in her mind.
"I was just going to do that..." Kirghiz laughed lightly.
"Joey, do you like being fisted?" Zalika asked, her tone of voice rather blunt. "If you do, you'll love being armed in the ass!"
"Now for some more fun," Kirghiz chuckled. He took his finger and jammed it into Joey's eye socket as if it were a button, popping it out almost instantly. Before he bled, he splashed salt into the opening, filling it as if it were a glass—or rock—replacement. Joey slammed his head from side to side, nearly spraining his tired neck in the process before allowing his body to go limp, nearly fainted, but still in a minimal state of allertness. His adrenhaline kept him from dying or going into a painful coma.
"Well my love, would you like to have the fun with the arm?" Kirghiz offered, holding the dead limb out to her. Zalika's wings flapped again, which was her was of making up for an intense tail wag.
"Now let's play dirty," she cooed playfully, accepting the bony appendage. "Just like the dogs do. Yami, are you watching?!"
No reply. Zalika shrugged. Zalika reached behind Joey, tearing his pants away from his slim body with one large slash of a claw. They fell to the earth, bloodstained, taking the dupe's boxers with them. Zalika closed her eyes, not even wanting to see how this would turn out herself. She breathed deeply, then separated Joey's buttocks and began pressing the dead hand into the already-fucked, though still tight hole. Feeling resistence, she manually flexed the fingers so they slid in easily, and pushed, going further and further until blood began to cascade down the rest of the arm. Then, she shoved the stiffening body part into him forcefully, leaving what didn't push in hanging out like a piece of stuck shit.
"Look at his face!" Zalika howled with joy as she finished. "His other eye is going to pop out! His mouth is caught in a silent scream!"
"Now comes the easy part," Kirghiz replied, beginning to slam the icepick over Joey's non-fatal areas. He then sprinkled salt over them; Joey couldn't take it anymore. He fainted. Zalika was unsatisfied with this. She wrapped a free portion of her long tail around Joey's upper leg, squeezing until she felt a faint crack, then released it to startle Joey into life once again.
"Heh," Kirghiz snarled with disgust, reaching down. He grabbed Joey's genitals, pulling quickly with as much force as he could muster without tearing off his entire lower half. The teen's balls tore off, and then were replaced by the stinging natrium. Joey fainted again before he even knew what happened.
"Want a treat, Yami?" Kirghiz asked.
"No!! Stop this!" Again, the helpless pharaoh littered the floor with puke, though mostly it was dry heaves from his already-empty stomach. Kirghiz strutted over with a smirk, then rammed Joey's dead genitals into Yami's mouth before he could even stop talking. "Now be a good boy and chew and swallow!"
Yami desperately thrashed his head, attempting to open it against the deity's grip and spit. As he was restained, Zalika was amusing herself with Joey.
"Time for a blood rush!!" she hollored, removing Joey from her tail and shaking him violently, upside-down, by his available big toe.
Kirghiz laughed, amused. "Now we don't want him dead. We still need to pin him to the game shop, and he needs to be alive for that." He tured back to Yami, his eyes brightening with a dark glow. "CHEW YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" The pharaoh refused, trying to mumble something inaudible through this clenched teeth. Kirghiz rolled his eyes, beginning to physically open and close Yami's mouth, hard, to make his teeth munch on Joey's balls.
He managed to spit a bit of blood as Kirghiz shifted his attention to Zalika. "Just kill us already! Rid us of this torturous nightmare."
"Nope," Kirghiz said simply.
"You're going to go to Hell," Zalika informed them. "Enjoy this while it lasts."
Zalika threw Joey onto the floor, jarring the blonde's head and neck enough to give him a good sprain, and most likely a concussion with it. "Oops, sorry, I meant to give him more brain damage. Even Tristan's whore of a poodle has more intelligence than this waste!"
Meanwhile, Sutekh was forcing Yami to swallow. He pushed his fingers into the pharaoh's mouth, rubbing his neck with the other to coax the mutilated flesh down. Yami gagged and bit, but Kirghiz seemed not to notice. He removed his hands, allowing Yami to at last hurl all over the floor, creating a thick splash in his already half-dried vomit on the floor.
"Well let's go pin Joey up now," Kirghiz said.
"Sure you've had enough?" Zalika asked.
"Yah, too much blood loss. I'm not cleaning it up."
"Well that's what Yami is for. He can lick it up, as well as Joey's piss from when he wet himself!"
"Let's go pin him up an run," Kirghiz laughed, excitement flooding through his veins.
"I can't wait to see the look on Grandpa Yugi's face!"
"Then we can just leave Yami on the side walk facing Joey, letting his blood drip onto him."
"This is going to be hilarious!"
"You grab Yami; I will get his dog."
"Need a leash?" Zalika asked with a grin, pulling the pharaoh from his puke place and dragging him back up the stairs by his hair, purposely ripping out large portions of it along the way. Kirghiz grabbed the other puppet and dragged him up as well, yanking the nearly dead body, following the demon and her own prey. They carried him outside. People weren't paying attention, and if they were they were gangsters who pointed and laughed sadistically. The two murderers threw the bodies into the back of an old Ford parked in the back yard. They walked back in and sighed victoriously.
"Well that was fun," Zalika commented.
"Indeed,' Sutekh replied. He thought for a moment, before giving her a rather peaceful gaze. "Vasnyya?"
"Yes?"
"Before we go do this, will you let me take you?"
Zalika blinked, looking up at him as if he had just sentenced her to death; her scarlet eyes displaying mostly hints of fear, but inside her heart throbbed with thrill.
"I am your inferior. I must obey your wishes, Lord Sutekh."
"You don't have to," Sutekh replied softly. "I want to know if you want to."
She walked up to him, lightly swishing her long tail around playfully. "What do you sense from me? What do you see in my aura? A yes, or a no?"
"I see a definite yes but with a slight suggestion of fear." He was good. He read her mind and feelings completely.
"I've never done it before... As a Jharkazzi."
"Shall we, then?" he asked, putting his arm around her neck, unzipping his baggy jeans. He poked her, his erection already lengthened to its maximum—nearly a foot-and-a-half. Zalika gasped. If he was to take her true virginity like this, she was going to have to endure a lot more pain than normal. She could almost feel the tiny sparks of heat rise from him even further at her cool touch; she was reaching down, caressing him fearlessly.
"I'm not protected," she warned him, sighing with a small smile, even letting her small fangs see the outside light for a second. "Jharkazzi do not take protection pills. Mortal medicines are unhealthy for us. Would you mind if I had kitts?" she asked
Kirghiz shrugged, already beginning to grope her wings, triggering intense pleasure spots over the bony skin. "I wouldn't mind," he said. A pause, then, "You... You must teach me what to do."
"You've never done it before?"
"No," he answered quietly. She purred with pleasure, her legs giving in and lowering her to the floor. He kneeled with her. She gripped the carpet with her claws, leaning over on all fours and flipping her tail over he back as if she were an elegant tigress. She easily undressed herself, flaring her wings to fan the musky air around them.
"Jharkazzi make love this way," Zalika purred, leaning further onto her arms and into a seductive doggie style, flashing her already wet opening to him; its pink softness shined softly in the light. "Please, Lord Sutekh. Take me this way. Mount me. Mate with me. Make me yours."
Kirghiz grasped her hips firmly, touching the tip of his thick cock to her, easing the head into her fresh tight fruit. It slid easily against her juices, guided further and further in. Her vaginal muscles tightened against him; her body, after being unmated with for her entire life, naturally tried to resist his rude instrusion. He pushed gently, trying his best not to hurt her with his immense size. She growled lowly as his cock met her virgin resistance, giving an extra nudge back to him to break it. She arched her back, screaming quickly before spreading her legs further for him, attempting to ignore the pain and focus on the pleasure. She bucked, growling fiercely from the agony. Blood rushed over Kirghiz's member, escaping the opening and trickling down their bodies.
"Do... Do you like it?" Zalika snarled, though not intentionally trying to sound angry. She glanced over her shoulder to see his nod, beads of sweat forming all over his body. A thick trail of slimy saliva escaped her mouth as she stared, forgetting the pain that surged from her female organs up her spine. Kirghiz finished inserting his penis, looking to her as if confused.
"Now what?"
Zalika laughed lightly; Kirghiz raised an eyebrow, a bit of red appearing in his cheeks.
"Rock back and forth, my love, inside of me. Please be gentle for now; I'm experiencing some pain. Let your pleasure overtake you. Grope me, lick me, moan for me, and I shall reply with moans and tremors of my own."
Sutekh nodded and began his thrusting, softly and amateurly at first. Her fluids ran more freely and pushed the blood of virginity from her with each pull, becoming closer to the quick climax with each push. Vasnyya kept her head back, tears springing to her eyes, but no longer from pain. A whine rose in her throat and her claws dug into the floor. Oh gods. This feeling was so unbelievable. It was much more than she had ever expected it could be. She had been unwise to not prepare herself, as his size was massive, yet she enjoyed him greatly. She sensed his pleasure as well, in her snug tightness and lack of pain, in her willing submissiveness and yet excited responses to his actions. A nip to her neck earned a high yip, and she shivered delightedly at his growl of pleasure. His claws raked her breasts and she felt her first delicious twinge of pain as he scored her yielding flesh. He nipped at her ears, and then seized her nape again in his powerful yet somehow gentle grip, pulling her to him as he pushed himself within, getting the hang of it quickly.
"Please, Kirghiz! Please fuck me faster!"
Sutekh rammed her harder, grinding his teeth with pleasure. Zalika rocked with him, tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. She moved with him as their bodies became one through their elation.
His penis exploding his seed into her, the searing feeling wracking her body with sobs of joy and ecstasy. She shuddered beneath him, arching to accept his creamy offering, thrilling at the snorting of his breath upon her neck as his teeth still held her in place.
"Oh, Kirghiz! Lord Sutekh!" she cried, staring at him with glazed eyes. He stared back, continuing to empty himself into her fertile grounds. "Beloved Kirghiz... I am in heaven!"
She slowly sank to the ground. He took hold of her arms and, pulling himself from within her, gently turned her over onto her back. She lay there panting and exhausted as he touched his head to hers, nuzzling her and stroking her wing, earning another shiver; the slight feeling brushing against her membrane was a good one. They kissed, licking and teasing each other's tongues as they calmed, preparing for a short nap.
Yami had watched them the entire time. He member was hard and longing; he dreamed of screwing Joey as the god and the demon mated, taking him straight in the anus, hard and rough. His dreams were over now, reality came back to strike him. He had little time left.
Marik sighed as he sat next to Odion. Another cup of tea was pleasing this evening, as well as the tale of his experience this day. Odion had been amazed while Marik was still in shock, wondering if he had hallucinated all of this or if it was really real.
A demon and a god... Could that truly happen? If so, how amusing....
It's playtime...
Hope you enjoyed it. I don't want to hear shit comments. This IS a horror story. We needed a good bloody, gore scene and some sex to liven up the after-mood.
I was half-asleep when I proofed it. If you find a mistake, bite me, then review.