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Demon Duelist Legacy-World Tour Arc
Chapter 6: The City of Lights
Even though Pegasus' instructions were rather vague on the specific location of the strongbox with the card, Deondre knew exactly where it would be kept. ("Gameworks...")
Gameworks was a giant arcade that could be found in downtown Las Vegas. It was the ultimate place for anyone to hang out, but as of late, duelists had found the place out. They turned the arcade into an unofficial central station for dueling, and Deondre had been there on occasions, though he still had problems finding people to duel when he was there.
("And it's where the card that Pegasus wanted is.") The elevator tinged as it reached ground level, the doors opening smoothly. Deondre nodded to Allon and CJ, and then all three of them walked into the dimly lit arcade, senses on full alert.
All around them were an enormous variety of gaming machines. The three nodded and split up, hoping to find some clues about the location of the card.
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CJ slid past a group of kids who were busy playing DDR, and rubbed his chin. ("Where's that strongbox?")
His reverie was shattered, as a very familiar voice reached his ears. "I know that Daniel's around here somewhere! He has to be!" A familiar head of brown hair shot past his line of sight, and then it was gone.
CJ stared at the spot where the head of hair had disappeared to. ("Was that Amy?")
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Deondre tapped his chin as he surveyed the dueling arena that was set up inside Gameworks. Two duelists were currently engaged in a riveting game. ("If you call the two of them hitting each other with Yata-Garasu (200/100) over and over again riveting.") The two opponents had no cards in their hand and no cards on their field. Strike that, they did have one card in their hands, and it was Yata. That meant that they were simply preventing each other from drawing each turn.
The duelist rested his elbows on the railing in front of him and put his head in his palms. "This is ridiculous. Where did Pegasus store that card!?"
"Deondre!?!? Is that you!?" An all too familiar voice behind him screeched.
The dog demon froze up at the sound of that voice. "Amy...." He was about to spin around, but was stopped cold when he felt a sudden pressure on his ears. His thoughts instantly faded in a mix of complete embarrassment and guilty pleasure.
Amy stared at Deondre's reaction to her rubbing his ears. He was emitting a strange noise that reminded her of a purring cat. "Wow, so they really are real." She released her hold on the fuzzy ears. The owner of said ears, who had been leaning slightly into the rub, continued to lean forward and crashed face-first into the ground.
"Amy," Deondre muttered from the floor. "What are you doing here?"
The brown-haired girl struck a pose, her almost business-suit like attire making the action look weird. "I'm here to find Daniel! I have important business to discuss with him." She looked down at the still face-planted demon. "Now, why do you look like that?"
Deondre lifted his face off the ground and sighed. "I hope you have a few minutes, because this is going to be a lot to take in."
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Allon had checked the whole arcade over at least ten times, and he didn't see anything remotely like what they would be looking for. "Where's that strongbox?"
He barely managed to regain his footing as someone shoved right past him.
The culprit of the shove was a tall and lanky man who was clothed from neck to toe in black, buckled leather. His face was concealed by a hood of black cloth that hid his face.
Allon stomped up behind the man and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. "What's the rush?"
The man looked at him for a few seconds, and then turned around, walking towards the dueling arena.
Allon felt himself develop a twitch in his right eye. "You've got some nerve!" He charged the man, ready to tackle him.
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Amy stared at Deondre as he finished his story. "So....you're actually a demon?"
He nodded.
"And...so is CJ?"
He nodded again.
She went silent for a few seconds, and then leapt out of her seat. "This is great! Team Topdeck will make even more money than ever before. With all of you guys as demons, you'll be able to win against almost anyone! We'll be rich! And as the manager, I'll of course get about twenty percent of all profits." She started to dance around happily, dollar signs evident in her eyes.
Deondre sighed and shook his head. ("Some people couldn't change the way they think if their life depended on it.")
A crash caught his attention next. ("What?")
"I'll get you yet!" Someone yelled, and then there was another series of crashes.
Allon flew right past Deondre's head, bouncing a couple of times across the ground of the dueling arena and coming to a stop at the end of the smooth steel surface.
Seconds later, the leather-clad man walked into sight, his hooded vision focused entirely on Allon. "How foolish, what made you think that you could hurt me at all?"
Deondre glanced back at Amy, who got the message and moved back a few feet. "Before I beat you to a pulp, how about answering a question for me?"
The man turned to look at the dog demon. "What's this? One of the demon lords?" He went into a mockingly low bow. "It is an honor, sir." His raspy voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Deondre refused to lose his temper to such a stupid insult. "Who are you?"
The 'man' removed his hood, revealing something that made even Deondre flinch a little in disgust. Though he was wearing a black leather mask over his face, the areas of flesh that Deondre could see were skinless, giving the leather-clad creature a lipless grin and a pair of bloodshot red eyes. "I am Diabu, the Dark Demon Knight of pain."
Deondre narrowed his golden eyes, clenching his fists slightly. He was tensing himself to strike. "Dark Demon Knight?"
The muscle tissue around Diabu's mouth lifted in some semblance of a smile. "That's right. Think of us as the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The only beings who should fear us are the humans, though. The humans and those that oppose us like you." His hand lifted up, a black-gloved finger pointing right at Deondre.
Deondre growled quietly, his now-bared fangs glittering in the dim light of the arcade. "I'm about to make you sorry that you ever picked on my friend." He lunged forward with speed that only a demon could produce, reaching Diabu in less than a second. Cocking back his fist, Deondre threw as heavy of a punch as he could muster at the demon's head.
Diabu slid out of the way of the blow and slammed his fist down onto Deondre's head, sending him flying away. "You wish to fight me? Very well, I accept your pathetic challenge."
Deondre got back onto his feet just in time to catch Diabu's claw, which drove right into his gut. His feet left the ground for a few seconds, and then he was bouncing across the floor, finally stopping when his back slammed into a wall.
The Dark Demon Knight looked down at the blood staining his gloves, and turned away from Deondre. "Pitiful. I was at least expecting a little bit of a fight."
"You'll get a fight, just not from him." A gruff voice said from off to the pain demon's side.
Diabu turned to come nearly face to face with Rikuo. "Ah, greetings General." He calmly stepped out of range of any immediate violence from his new opponent. "I was wondering if you were foolish enough to send a pup and a human to try and find the card. Now I see that you are not so stupid."
Rikuo flexed his claws, smirking. "So you're calling yourself a Dark Demon Knight? I don't think that the original Dark Demon Knights would appreciate that at all." The tone he was using showed that he didn't really care.
Diabu threw his head back and laughed. "You're such a fool! I am a Dark Demon Knight!" He brought his bloodshot eyes to look at the wolf demon. "And I'll prove it to you. I challenge you to a darkness game."
Rikuo smirked wider, his fangs showing in the dim light. "Su..."
"No!"
Rikuo glanced over at Allon, who had gotten to his feet. "Diabu, I challenge you to a darkness game!"
The pain demon kept his attention on Rikuo. "You're not worth my time, human scum."
Allon spat a small gob of blood onto the steel floor of the dueling arena. "Is that so? I think you're afraid of me."
Diabu head turned slowly around, bringing dry eyes to bear down on the human boy. "I accept. It's been a while since I've gotten a new human skin to hang on my wall." He silently moved into the arena. "I assume this is a challenge to a game of Duel Monsters? Or do you think that you can beat me in battle?"
Allon checked his borrowed duel disk over and made sure that it hadn't been damaged at all from his landing. "It's a game of Duel Monsters. And when I beat you, you'll have to leave this place."
Diabu took his place across from Allon and exploded into insane laughter. "That's fine with me! But if I win, then you lose something very precious to you!" All around them, a ball of black and purple energy began to develop.
Rikuo stood off to the side and watched as the two duelists were taken out of sight. ("Now we see if he can use that deck properly.")
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Allon clicked the duel disk into place, looking down at the deck that Daniel had given him. "Alright, so are you ready?"
"Not just yet, boy." Diabu waved his hand and a faint chattering noise echoed within the void that surrounded them. "There, now I am ready." Reaching behind his back, he withdrew a black duel disk from out of nowhere and snapped the device onto his arm.
Allon drew his beginning five cards off of his deck. "I'm going to pay you back for throwing me across the room like a football."
The pain demon drew his five and his lipless grin somehow seemed to widen. "In about two turns, physical pain will be the last thing on your mind."
Allon drew and slid the card into his hand. "That's right. First I set two cards face-down, and then I set one monster in defense mode. End turn." The three cards appeared on his field in the appropriate positions.
Diabu drew and flicked his hand open. "Have you ever wondered what it's like to watch your entire existence be proven as wrong?" He slid a card into his duel disk, which appeared on his field. "Don't you think it's strange that Rikuo didn't stop you from dueling me in this darkness game? End turn."
Allon drew and slid the card into his hand. "No on both questions. He trusts that I will make the right choices and win this duel. I set another monster in defense mode and end my turn."
Diabu drew again. "Oh, is that so? Perhaps you don't understand the demon mindset, little human. End turn."
Allon drew and played his monster. "I summon Emissary of the Afterlife (1600/1200) in attack mode!" The field in front of him grew dark. A scythe-wielding reaper appeared from within the darkness and howled in anguish. "Then I reveal my other two monsters!" He grabbed the two cards off of his duel disk and tossed them both onto his duel disk in a vertical position. "Witch of the Black Forest (1100/1200) and Gear Golem the Moving Fortress (800/2200) in attack mode!" A woman in black robes and a squat little robot appeared on his field. "Now I'll attack you with all of my monsters! Go!" The three creatures charged across the field and slammed into Diabu, one after another.
Allon- 8000
Diabu- 4500
The pain demon stumbled back slightly and clutched at his chest. His gasp of pain quickly lapsed into a burst of insane laughter. "It's amusing to watch humans fight that which they cannot defeat. Reveal face-down field trap card, Torture Chamber!" All around him screams of torment and anguish rose up from the blackness.
Allon snapped his head back and forth fearfully. "A field trap card!? When did they make a card like that?"
Diabu motioned to the darkness around him. "Torture Chamber requires that I must take over 3000 life points of damage for it to activate. As long as it remains in effect, I can activate any trap card from my deck for the measly cost of 1000 life points. So I'll pay 3000 life points to trigger these three traps from my deck!" His duel disk whined and spat out three cards. Grabbing them out of the air, Diabu slid them right into his duel disk. "Activate Shadow Spell! Activate Nightmare Wheel! Activate Chains of Hell!"
Allon- 8000
Diabu- 1500
The first card appeared on the field and sprayed out a storm of chains that wrapped around the Gear Golem and pinned it to the ground, draining it of 700 attack points and preventing it from switching modes. (100/2200)
The second trap created a wheel of bone that spat out spiked chains and grabbed the Emissary of the Afterlife. The ghostly monster was tied to the wheel, unable to attack or move.
The final trap card shot blood red chains of muscle tissue out of the ground and entrapped the Witch of the Black Forest. As long as they stayed in effect, Allon would lose one card from his hand each of his turns.
And through it all, Allon could only grimace at the sight of his three monsters becoming paralyzed. ("Great....I might have drained him of a lot of life points, but it really won't matter if I can't attack him.") "End turn."
Diabu drew and his blood-shot eyes met with Allon's own. "Humans are nothing to a demon but a plaything. When we grow bored of them, we toss them away like the garbage they are. However, when we are in the mood to play..." He slapped down a monster onto his duel disk. "We make sure to milk them for everything they are worth! Come forth, Lord of the Art!" (1500/900)
A demon in black leather that looked strangely like Diabu appeared on the field and cackled. "As long as he is on the field, all numbers on trap effects are doubled." The demon howled into the darkness, and the three traps on Allon's field seemed to tighten their respective holds on their victims. "End turn."
Allon drew. "I...." All thoughts were immediately blown out of his head as the Nightmare Wheel attacked his life points. Clutching his skull, he fell to the ground and screamed as fire burned through his brain.
Allon- 7000
Diabu- 1500
Diabu and the Lord of the Art both laughed in amusement at the boy's pain. "Do you understand what precious thing I was talking about?" He gave Allon a few seconds to answer, but when the still screaming boy didn't answer, he continued. "It was your sanity! If you run out of life points, there won't be anything left but a useless husk of a being."
Allon could barely register his opponent's voice though. All he could think about was the fact that he could feel the holes in his mind.
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The boy stood over the screaming mass of flesh that once represented the soldier that was the focus of his wrath.
("That's it. Make him feel the pain that you felt when you heard your parents die. Show him just a taste of the hell that you feel.")
Slashing another chunk of the man's flesh off, the boy was all too willing to comply with the voice in his head.
To be continued...
Next Chapter: The Dark Demon Knights
Author's Notes: To GryphinWyrm7- This is taking place at the same time as the Dartz incident in the real Yugioh show. I'd tell you more, but that would be giving out spoilers.