Well folks I have the next part up and running! I'm glad you guys liked the last part! Thanks kamyan for saying about me being an author! I never really thought about that till now! And Raven, its ok if ya miss a chapter... sometimes I gotta learn to slow down... but thank you all for the reviews! Well this next chappy unfolds more of Devlin's plan and has slight lime, but not Seto and Asha! Amazing huh? Anyway, read on and enjoy!
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I'll be back for her…
Those very words haunted Seto. Even weeks after Asha had been found, they still rung clearly in his tired mind. He could still see his Light broken with perfect accuracy; he recalled exactly how the small girl looked in Malik's arms. Her beautiful little face mutilated… her arms and legs shredded… the bruises and scars that tainted her supple flesh. But it was that message, those five horrifying words that had been carved into her back that disturbed him the most.
The physical outer damage had been easy to conceal and fix. Seto had spent hours trailing his fingers over her skin lightly, healing each wound until it was a shinny little scar. Her body glittered at the end of the week. But he had been unable to smudge the words. The neat hieroglyphics remained a slight bulge on Asha's slender back, never to be removed. It was as if her attacker wanted Asha to remember that day for the rest of her life. As if she could ever forget…
Though, what was even worse about the situation was there was this lingering feeling of pain that tore away at Asha's soul, causing her to cry almost continually. She flinched away at the touch of others, which hurt Seto more than he cared to show.
Late at night, when she would be asleep, shimmering trails of tears would cascade down her face, her little body trembling madly. Though, whenever Seto would reach out and gently touch her, the young girl would stop moving, her tears halting as she would shift into the High Priest's warm embrace. No matter what, Asha felt secure in Seto's arms. She knew that if he were there, nothing could harm her. Nothing could get to her and nothing could touch her.
At the end of a week, the dark High Priest was the only one Asha allowed to lay a hand on her. Seto never left her side throughout the entire time. Asha was so thankful for that, for she felt she would have fallen apart if Seto weren't next to her, tenderly rubbing her back and muttering soft words in her ear. Asha fell asleep that way and woke up every morning with Seto doing the same thing.
Malik and Bakura, and sometimes Yami and Teana had visited her daily, always smiling, jumping next to Seto, much to the High Priest's dislike, as they would chat up a storm.
"Don't be such a prude Seto" Malik tisked as he waved away a comment on how the duo were intruding. Asha smiled lightly, something so faint it looked as if it were a twitch in her perfect lips.
Even Marlena visited Asha once in a while. The young girl would sometimes reach her fingers up to gently run them over the elder woman's face as some tears of joy would come out of Marlena's eyes to see the girl was alright.
"You're so foolish sometimes" Asha laughed quietly when left, Seto glaring after her. She turned her head around, looking the High Priest in the eyes. Seto was mesmerized all over again. Asha leisurely spun around, lying on Seto's stomach as she smiled down at him. She had the same little half smile plastered on her face as Seto's heart palpitated maddeningly.
The High Priest hesitantly reached out to touch her face, stopping midway as a panic exploded in his chest. But the trusting look Asha was scorching into his brain propelled him to continue as he tenderly brushed away a piece of her hair, his fingers skimming her pale cheek softly.
Asha's eyes fluttered shut as Seto cupped the side of her face, lazily rolling his thumb over Asha's full bottom lip. He loved the feel of Asha's mouth on his and had quickly discovered that if he wanted to stay coherent around the girl, he had to avoid kissing her. Yet, whenever Asha was within range, Seto always found himself holding the girl close, his mouth firmly latching onto her own.
But ever since the accident, Seto had been so nervous around her. He held her close, only thinking of Asha's needs as he comforted her the only way he knew. By being there.
The High Priest was more than surprised when the beautiful little angel in his embrace leaned down, her large mixed blue, red and black orbs shimmering lightly as she pressed a kiss to his heated lips. Seto, stunned, replied uneasily as Asha dropped down on him, holding him in a fierce hug. Tears were running across Seto's bare chest as he inwardly cursed at himself.
"Seto…" Asha sobbed as she hugged the High Priest closer to herself, her nails practically digging into Seto's back. Asha had wanted to say more, but her lips were moving too fast to get anything out. She never wanted Seto to let her go. She just wanted him to hold her forever and protect her.
Strong arms wrapped around the young, slender girl as Seto pulled her closer to his chest, wanting nothing more than to be able to erase her memory of the incident. If he could, he would have taken away all her pain.
"I'm so sorry Asha" he muttered hoarsely, his breath brushing past Asha's ear. The girl trembled as her closed eyes, squeezed shut.
She gently broke away from Seto, making sure the High Priest's arms were still around her, as she looked deep into Setos eyes, gradually reaching out as she touched his face. Seto's sapphire eyes shut slowly at the gentleness of the touch, moaning so softly she barely heard the sound.
He let Asha's fingers explore the contours of his face, brushing against his nose and lips, the tips of her fingers resting there for a while. The injured slave gazed down at Seto, never finding him more beautiful. He was so godlike when he was sleeping, so at ease with the world; the harsh and callous mask he wore for the people in the Pharaoh's empire vanishing without a trace.
His mouth was always so warm, so soft and powerful. Her index finger began tracing his lips over and over as the High Priest's eyes drifted open, hazy and sparkling. Asha bit her lips as her face involuntarily pulled into a sad expression, tears threatening to fall again.
"You've been tainted… Seto will never want you now."
The words that had been hammered into her mind laughed bitterly at her as she heard Devlin's voice fill her with ice. The thought of Seto, her every reason for breathing, not wanting her, rejecting her and throwing her away, stabbed her repeatedly, the daggers cruelly ripping and tearing apart her heart.
"What's wrong?" Seto inquired caringly, his seductive voice laced with so much concern and affection… Asha's looked down, tears that had been scratching at her eyes fell. Why did he have to make this so much harder than it already was?
Two very sturdy and gentle hands cupped her face as her head was lifted to meet Seto's. The High Priest had shifted so he was sitting up, letting Asha rest in his lap. He offered Asha a smile and the younger girl only buried her head into Seto's neck, scalding tears smoldering his flesh.
She choked as she brought her lips firmly down on Seto's, kissing the High Priest with a fierce intensity. Seto could feel the need in the kiss as it poured into his soul. Asha's little body was shaking uncontrollably as she forced herself to continue the embrace, although it brought back memories she would have rather not happened. She knew she was kissing Seto, but her brain, completely against her will, filled in Devlin's face.
She wanted to stop… but those words… they cut a line so deep in her heart, Asha was surprised she was even alive.
"You've been tainted… Seto will never want you now."
Tears spilled out rapidly now, as the very shocked High Priest pried Asha from his lips. He inhaled deeply, trying to fill his mouth with oxygen as he looked up at his Light, her mixed eyes hardened to the color of amethyst.
It was too soon for her to be doing this. The wounds were still open…
"Asha…" he breathed out as he crushed the girl to his chest. "Stop before you do something you'll regret" he inhaled unstably. Or something I'll regret…
"Please don't leave me" the slave whimpered as her arms snaked around Seto.
"I swear to you that no matter what, I will never leave your side. You're mine little Light" he whispered, a promise, as he sensed Asha's panic, her need to feel.
"It hurts so much…" Asha cried into his body, tightening her grip on the High Priest. "I'm not letting him take you from me…"
'Not even Ra could take you from me', he thought as he gently began stroking Asha's hair until she fell asleep. The little heartbeat steadying as her shaky breaths evened out. Seto tenderly unraveled their bodies as he placed Asha down, holding her from behind as he leaned in and kissed her lightly parted lips in a whisper soft kiss.
Asha muttered faintly as she snuggled into Seto's arms, resting her head against the High Priest's lean chest. Seto's fingers still played with Asha's hair, noticing how the dark grey was beginning to fade and the bright blue streaks began peaking out. The roots of her hair began to grow and the dyes Marlena had fixed her hair up with began to lighten.
He loved Asha's hair. He loved everything about it. No matter what, it always remained soft and feather light, continually tickling him every time it would brush against his skin. It framed her angelic little face, giving her an unearthly halo of soft locks that Seto loved to run his fingers through.
Thoughts of Asha's hair lead to memories of her hauntingly beautiful eyes, the eyes that were windows to her soul. They were twin pools of molten lava, ocean blue and midnight black, sparking with an untarnished light that never betrayed her emotions. He had spent countless hours just staring into them, smiling as he could literally read her thoughts. "I love your eyes" he recalled himself telling Asha once.
And of course, going over her gorgeous face, Seto smiling softly at her other delicate features. The cute little nose that he loved kissing, the delectable lips that he would and could never grow tired of. They fit his own mouth flawlessly, always being faintly cool and blisteringly hot at the same time. The taste that lingered in her mouth was incomparable. He had long ago stopped tried to discover what exactly that flavor was, deciding that nothing he would ever taste, could possibly be sweeter.
It was only then, lying with his injured lover did Seto realize something. The recognition hitting him like a ton of bricks, though, the sensation made his skin buzz and prickle. His breathing slowed down as he scanned Asha's slumbering corpse. A pang soaring through his body as he only clutched at her even more possessively that before.
Would he ever let another person touch her?
No.
Would he ever let another person harm her?
Ra no.
Would he ever let her go?
Never.
Did he love her?
Seto looked down again, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips at the peaceful expression his Light bore. Asha's face was completely calm, her breathing even and soft. Her slender and softly round chest was rising and falling with every deep intake… her blindingly beautiful hair shielding her slumbering face like a soft black and blue veil.
Did he love her?
Seto reached out and allowed his fingers to casually brush across Asha's cheek, his stomach tensing as the girl moaned quietly before burying her face into Seto. They were so close… they were so close Seto could hear Asha's heart. But it wasn't close enough. Nothing was ever close enough for him.
Did he love her…?
The High Priest wrapped his arm around Asha's small waist, letting his head, rest majestically on Asha's own. She was warm; Asha was always warm. Her skin set Seto's abuzz, tiny volts of energy coursing through his veins. He let his eyes close, sighing deeply as he fell asleep exactly the same way he had been falling asleep for almost the last year. With Asha securely tucked away in his embrace, never to move.
Did he love her?
Did he love the small Light that had freed his soul from damnation?
Did he love the precious gift that had saved his soul from the demons and misery?
Did he love the smiling teen that had freed him from loneliness and chased away the darkness?
Did he love the beautiful girl that he would give up everything for? The sweet little teen that had shown him happiness; comforted him and always gave him a reason to wake up in the morning?
Did he love Asha? Seto already knew the answer to that question. He had known the answer for quite sometime now.
Did he love her?
It wasn't even a question now.
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A week after that day, Seto passed a law, which Yami allowed, in Amenhenka that forbid anyone to touch his Light. He had even gone to a great length to announce this himself, tearing through the great city as he emphasized his point. It was now public knowledge that the small girl had become Seto's one and only weakness.
Asha hadn't really liked the law at first, but Malik and Bakura simply rolled their eyes at it, waving it off as if it were nothing. Seto, who was infuriated that his two friends wouldn't take his law seriously, then declared that anyone that was seen even talking to Asha would be immediately killed. That backed them off just a little.
And there was absolutely no talking Seto out of it. No one dared trying to reason with him, not even Yami. It would have been signing their own death certificate.
Marlena was unsure on how she felt about the new law, yet, and just like Malik and Bakura, ignored it and continued on with life exactly the same way she always had. Though, every other servant in the castle had a completely different take to it. As soon as their eyes fell upon the girl, they would quickly drop what they were doing, and rush off in the opposite direction.
Whenever Yami would see Asha, he would soemtimes speak with her gently, asking how she felt and what not. He knew Seto was watching and after Asha would wander off somewhere he would go to the High Priest, reassuring him that he would never harm the girl, though he did ask if Asha could sometimes spend some girl time with Teana. Seto at first was about to object, but seeing the fact that Teana would never harm Asha in any way, accepted.
Asha, who had managed to repress most of what had happened, was acting more and more like her old self. Thanks to Bakura's magic, every scar on her beautiful body had been eradicated. Though, Seto was none too thrilled about having the white haired Emperor touch his Light.
Seto was pacing around, demanding that he hurry up, as Bakura rolled his eyes, mimicking his words mockingly as Asha laughed. Malik had come in and noticing the frustrated state Seto was in, smirked widely. Asha's wide eyes peered up as she held back a gasp.
Malik wasn't going to do what she thought he was going to do, was he? Noticing the blonde Emperor's quickly approaching hand, she had to bite her lip to keep the squeal of laughter down.
Yet Seto seemed to have known Malik was behind him and before the blonde beauty could touch her, Seto had his hand in a fierce grip. He spun the Emperor around, smirking as he hissed at him, "Give me one good reason on why I shouldn't snap your wrist in half."
"Because… you love me?" he offered weakly, winking as he shrugged and pulled his wrist free, walking over to Asha. "You up for some fun little one?"
"Malik!" Seto protested, his voice a mixture of shock and outrage. What was this fool trying to do?
"I'd like that a lot actually," Asha laughed simply, looking up at Bakura who ruffled her hair.
"I rather like Asha sober you two" Seto sighed, rubbing his temples as Malik and Bakura smiled sheepishly.
"How did you know?" Asha spluttered, blushing lightly. She had thought they had done a good job at covering their tracks…
"There's very little I don't know about that goes on in Amenhenka Asha. You think I wouldn't have noticed something that wasn't even five meters away from the palace?" Seto had smiled, kissing her lightly as the slave walked into his arms.
"Can I please go?" Asha asked, turning her eyes up at Seto. Bakura coughed to conceal his amusement as the High Priest practically melted on the floor. Malik kicked him sharply as he yelped, glaring at his best friend as they turned their attention back to Asha. She was a little tease…
Seto sighed, giving up. "I swear to Ra, if you two don't return her to me the exact same way I left her, I will have your heads…"
"We'll be careful," Bakura cut him off, picking up Asha, throwing her over his shoulder as the girl laughed happily.
"We'll see you in a few hours Seto" Malik waved as he blew past the High Priest, shutting the door behind him, leaving Seto all to himself. He felt strangely empty, as he looked around, unable to find anything that would occupy his mind.
"Damn those idiots" he cursed as he exited his castle, in search of his Light and the fools. They were so juvenile sometimes, that Seto could hardly ever take them seriously. He didn't trust them with his Light… hell, he barely trusted himself with Asha.
It didn't take long for him to catch up to the trio as Asha happily bounced into Seto's arms, the High Priest more than willing to carry her as they made their way back to the quaint tavern they had visited eons ago.
"About time you'd show some sense in coming for a drink or two..." Bakura said.
"Or more... now all we need is to get Yami down here and then everything would be perfect" Malik said and all of them laughed at that even after they entered the tavern.
Seto had sat down regally on the chair, never once loosing the almighty façade as he pulled Asha down into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around her slender waist.
"You know, if I wasn't born into authority, I would have loved to own and operate a place like this" Malik sighed dramatically as he once again reached behind the bar and retrieved some glasses.
"That's my Malik, an alcoholic till the very end" Bakura mocked as he grabbed Malik's chin between his fingers, shaking his face patronizingly.
"What would you have been Bakura?" Asha asked curiously as the white haired Emperor laughed a bit ruefully.
"Honestly Asha, I've been condemning people to death for so long, I can't see myself doing much of anything besides that."
Leaning back, looking at Seto upside down, Asha opened her mouth to ask the same thing. But before any sound could escape her throat, Seto had firmly planted his lips on Asha's, unable to resist any longer. The High Priest moaned deeply as he cupped the sides of Asha's face, pulling her in deeper.
"By Ra Seto, let her breath" Bakura muttered into his drink as the High Priest made a rather rude gesture. Breaking apart, Asha snuggled down as Seto pulled her close, letting her chin rest on his shoulder.
"Oh don't mind him you two, he's just in a mood. Seems there's a mysterious red and brown haired person he's been pinning over for a while now" Malik sighed dramatically as Bakura bared his teeth at him. "By Ra Bakura, it was weeks ago, she's gone!"
"You know, speaking of gone, Devlin's been away for a really long time. I wonder where he went" Bakura spoke as he poured himself another glass of liquor. Immediately, Asha tensed, shivering slightly at the name.
'If you say anything about this, I'll kill Seto…'
"You all right my Light?" Seto whispered to Asha, noticing how stiff she had become.
"I'm just a little cold" she half lied. Without even thinking, Seto unpinned his cloak, wrapping it around Asha's bare arms. He pulled her toward his chest, kissing the side of her neck mischievously. The tender kisses only got hotter as Seto gently sucked on a rather sensitive spot, causing Asha to bit back a groan.
"You want anything Seto?" Bakura asked, scanning the food menu quickly.
"I've got everything I need right here" he muttered as he continued to kiss away at Asha. The young girl wasn't holding up very well as she tilted her head, meaning to catch Seto's lips, but instead, the High Priest pulled away abruptly, taking a sip from the glass he was given.
Asha sat there for a minute, a stunned expression on her face as her eyes pulled together adorably.
"I'll get you for that" she promised in a slight hiss, as she jumped off Seto's lap and made her way over to Malik, who happily picked her up.
"And so begins the start of, 'The day Seto got cut off'" Bakura chuckled as the High Priest glared at him; and the way he was glaring at Malik… if looks could kill…
Out of nowhere, a deafening clap exploded outside, everyone in the tavern shaken as Asha almost slipped off of Malik's lap, the blonde caught her quickly as he pulled her to his chest protectively.
"It's raining" Bakura noted as large drops began to blur the outside view.
"Always the observant one…" Malik muttered, rolling his eyes as Bakura contorted his face mockingly. "It's really coming down…"
And it was. Gigantic bolts of lightening were streaking the darkened sky as thunder echoed harshly. Asha shivered a little, pulling the cloak around her tighter. A wave of frozen air had suddenly extinguished the warmth of the room as the door creaked open.
Two bodies stumbled in, completely soaked and quivering. One, was an oddly handsome young man with bluish tinted hair and-
"Mysticy!" Asha cheered as she propelled herself off Malik and threw herself into the female blonde's arms. Looking over for Seto's approval, the tall female smiled and hugged Asha once the High Priest permitted it.
"Malik, Bakura, Seto, this is my friend Mysticy!" Asha introduced quickly. Bakura smiled at her.
'Very nice…' as he took in the woman in his gaze, then looked down into his cup. 'Very very nice…'
Malik on the other hand couldn't stop staring. She was absolutely gorgeous… his mind couldn't emphasize that enough. His large powder blue eyes were wide as Mysticy walked closer, handing Asha back over to Seto.
She was incomparable. Exotic in way… her skin, beautifully slickened from the gentle rainwater was a light pinkish colour, the same colour as the light pink petals of lilacs and surely as alluring and sweet. She was fabulously built, slim yet strong, no doubt from the many hours of work under the blistering sun. Her eyes were burning pools of bright lavender, sparking with an immaculate glow. It was the most beautiful color Malik had ever laid eyes upon. Her hair, the exact same color as the sun's rays, was matted down from the rain, unruly, as it fell over hwe eyes, giving hwe the look of a wild animal.
'One I want to tame…' he practically drooled. He would have this one… one-way or another he would get this gorgeous creature in his bed.
Seto and Bakura smirked to one another as Seto self-consciously held Asha tighter, breathing in her glorious scent.
'It seems Malik found a playmate of his own…' Bakura laughed as Seto nodded.
'I'm curious as to see how this will work out…' the High Priest bit his cheek to keep from laughing. 'Please Malik, pick your chin up. It's scraping the floor…'
As if on autopilot, Malik clenched his jaw together; his eyes entranced by Asha's long time friend. Seto couldn't help but smile. He knew on some level, exactly what the blonde was going through. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see, smell and feel was Asha. The way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the way her hair smelt and the way she spoke so confidently while expressing her ideas. It all excited him. His body tingled; as he caught a glimpse of his little obsession, kissing her cheek possessively.
Mysticy had joined them; causally sending diminutive looks over in Malik's direction every so often. Asha noticing the glint in her best friend's eyes smiled widely. Malik was a good match for her… he was kind and gentle and protective. Mysticy was carefree just like he was, yet she was serious when she had to be, always taking care of the group. She would balance out Malik perfectly.
It was a little after the rain had stopped did Mysticy stand up to leave.
"I have to get back… leaving Jono with Nileoi and Serena is not something the wise do" Mysticy laughed.
"Bugging her that much is he?" Asha questioned wide-eyed. Mysticy laughed and nodded again.
"Remember how when he was younger, he would always keep that annoyingly calm expression on his face when he was either mad or wanted something?" Asha smiled in reminiscence. "Well, at this point he's both mad and wants something and he's driving Serena crazy. He won't eat or anything.. it makes me want to hit the kid over the head..." Mysticy sighed deeply, rubbing her head lightly. Asha frowned.
"You shouldn't work so hard. Your headaches are coming back" she jumped off Seto's knees as she walked over to her friend, hugging her tightly and giving her a quick kiss on the temple. Mysticy chuckled.
"If I don't help to keep us alive than no one will" she winked at Asha who found this to be the most hilarious thing she'd ever heard and said her goodbyes to her new friends. Though, the burning look she sent Malik was enough to cause the blonde Emperor to shiver.
'You're not leaving me so soon…' he found himself thinking as he sat up sharply, making up a lame excuse that he had to go. Bakura snorted loudly, practically wiping away a tear of laugher.
"I give him one hour. If he doesn't have her bedded by the end of the day I'll eat my sword."
"Seto, can we leave now?" Asha looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to… go home…" she coyly nipped at the High Priest's neck as Seto's eyes went wide.
"Will you be all right here alone?" he practically squeaked out to Bakura.
"Oh no Seto, I think I'm in mortal danger here" he rolled his eyes, scanning the now nearly empty bar.
Seto muttered something under his breath, but Asha did something that caused a jolt to travel through him, as he looked at the beautiful face of his smirking Light.
'I've corrupted you haven't I?'
"Enough of this cutesy ootseyness Seto, go home, get laid," Bakura smirked as Asha blushed a brilliant red. Seto smiled as he scooped his Light into his muscular arms and carried her out of the tavern laughing quietly.
"Looks like it's just you and me" he muttered at the tavern owner as he shook, petrified. "Now, get me another round before I blast your head off."
He so enjoyed playing with those that didn't understand him. There was a faint clicking and the corner of his eyes caught onto the figure that had entered. He almost dropped his glass and had to place it down firmly so he didn't.
It was her! The red/brown head he had seen in the castle. She looked exactly the same, shimmering hair still shielding her gorgeous eyes. Her skin was slightly damp, a faint mist giving her a shinning look. Bakura swallowed hard. Never, ever, in his life had he seen anyone even half as good looking as this creature…
Though, his appreciative dark eyes fell upon a white bandage that was wrapped around her upper arm and he frowned, clicking his tongue angrily. The red/broown head sat next to Bakura as she pressed a hand to her eyes, wincing tenderly.
The white haired beauty was in awe. His eyes were glued to the absolutely gorgeous creature next to him, raking in her lithe and and slender form hungrily.
"You know, there are less obvious ways to stare at me" he heard the girl mutter with a hint of amusement to her voice. Turning her glorious orbs up at him, her eyes pulled together a little.
"Hello again" Bakura found his voice, thanking Ra it didn't crack or split. He sounded so calm and fluid…
"You're the man from the castle" her eyes going wide. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Bakura found it extremely hard to breathe at the moment. He nodded, taking another sip from his cup.
He noticed the girl's hands ball together tightly, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She was a dark beauty and Bakura smiled softly at him.
"Are you all right?"
She blinked, utterly confused until Bakura pointed to her arm. She shrugged a little.
"There was an accident where I work, it's nothing."
"Let me be the judge of that" Bakura smirked as he grasped the red/brownhead's arm, undoing the knot tenderly. The beauty hissed a little as she bit down on her lip.
Bakura frowned. This wasn't nothing. Taking her hand he cupped the skin, marvelling at the cool contrast. Her skin was very soft and the mellow light of the blazing fire splayed an unearthly glow to him.
"I'm Bakura" he introduced in a soft voice, his hair falling over his face like a beautiful veil.
He looked so picturesque at that moment, the girl gasped so lightly, the sound was picked up by the wind. She looked into the Emperor's face, noticing the delicate features and powder skin. His eyes were the deepest brown she had ever seen. His lips were pulled into an irresistible looking pout and she found herself licking her lips absently.
"I'm Serena."
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It hadn't taken Malik long to catch up to Mysticy when the pinkish woman had left. The blonde smiled beautifully as a wisp of her sun coloured hair caught her line of vision.
"Hello again Emperor" she greeted politely.
"My name's Malik" he smiled tenderly looking up slightly. He felt oddly uncomfortable at just how much taller Mysticy was; at least a half a head. But it sent a quiet thrill through his body as the desire to claim her became almost overpowering. The now encroaching sun cast a wonderful shadow over her, giving her the look of a pale pink statue.
Words seemed useless now. The Emperor and the blonde woman just stared at each other in admiration, as their eyes drank in the other's form. Mysticy was absolutely mesmerized by how beautiful the opposite blonde was. His skin was deliciously darkened, though his hair was so pale it was almost white. His large soft colored eyes stood out like stunning pools of sky blue as his full lips almost glistened in the shinning light.
Malik on the other hand was unable to tear his eyes away from her neck. It was long and graceful and it lead up to what had to be the most attractive face he had ever had the privilege of staring upon. His eyes were what struck him though. Lavender was probably the rarest color circulating in the known world. They were so dark, yet bright, they were bordering on black, yet when the light hit them just right, you could clearly see the specks of soft violet.
It was Malik who broke the silence as he reached out, gripping onto her arm possessively.
"I'm keeping you…"
Neither could really remember how or when they got to the palace and all Malik's mind was processing was the fact he was kissing her. And by Ra was she a good kisser too… her lips were hot and powerful and fit his perfectly. They fell on Malik's bed in a tangle, limbs twinned around each other's playfully as Mysticy's kisses moved to Malik's neck.
The Emperor gasped, groaning loudly at the gentle ministrations that were driving him wild. He pulled his face back, hungrily attacking her smooth lips. Never in his life had he wanted someone as desperately as he wanted Mysticy. He wanted to tear her clothing away and capture her body, branding her for himself.
Rolling on top of his soon to be lover, the blonde Emperor affectionately brought his lips down, kissing the blonde firm and soft stomach, as he inhaled sharply.
"Mysticy…" he whispered, his hands were placed gently upon her large chest. "You're mine…" he purred into her ear, triggering another strangled fray from the other blonde's lips. His arms encircled Mysticy's neck, as he placed his head in the curve of her shoulder.
"You're all mine…" he purred again, letting a hand play with Mysticy's soft hair from behind.
Mysticy looked up at Malik and slowly, leisurely, a burning fire rose in her chest, consuming her from inside.
"Mine…" the Emperor purred again and the sound seemed to wrap itself around the the woman. It was as if he were daring anyone to try and take him from him, as he coyly pressed his lips to her strong shoulder.
Malik's eyes were glittering dangerously as he claimed his new pet's lips passionately, checking his self-control at the door and letting his body do what his mind had been demanding he do since his eyes fell upon the beauty. He had kissed Mysticy before, but compared to this it felt… reserved. Neither of them held anything back, as they practically tore into each other, drinking, feasting and quelling the all-consuming fire that had built up in them.
Malik was absolutely mesmerized at how perfectly her pinkish body moved with his own bronze one. Her skin was quite possibly the greatest thing he had ever touched as he brought his hands up, capturing her face as he kissed her even deeper.
'By Ra…' he felt himself screaming out as a warm tongue gently flicked his own, sucking and teasing seductively. One of his hands was tightly spun in her satiny hair, pushing his face in closer, thought it was physically impossible. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, taste her and savor her… but at the same time, he wanted to hold her and pin her down, taking everything she was for himself.
"Malik…" the name was a whisper as the Emperor began sucking on her neck, marking… claiming her.
"You're mine Mysticy" Malik muttered again, inhaling shakily. His lungs were on fire, his blood rushing through him at an abnormal rate. He was dizzy, yet he had never felt so open minded in his entire life. "All mine…"
Another bruising kiss was planted on their lips as Malik felt himself sinking. It was quite possibly the greatest sensation he could ever recall, as Mysticy's warm body pressed his to the bed, her long fingers softly caressing his face.
"You're so beautiful…" he broke a kiss as he whispered that in her ear, nipping on the velvety flesh brazenly.
"And you're divine" she all but hissed as Mysticy found a rather sensitive area on his chest, kissing the spot once, before teasing it mercilessly. This drove her companion only more to the edge, as the contrast was sheer bliss and excruciating agony at the same time. His entire body arched like a bow as her tongue gently lapped at a nipple, taking it in his heated mouth for a moment. He gasped as Mysticy chuckled against his burning flesh, the vibrations chilling him to the bone.
Without even thinking, Malik tangled his fingers through Mysticy's hair, pulling her face up to his own as he kissed her again. He briefly wondered if this was what Seto experienced with Asha; this all controlling, earth shattering passion and desire to take one another, leaving nothing back. By Ra he wanted to taste this creature for all she was worth as his domineering mouth latched onto hers.
'I'm not letting go…' he vowed as their clothing fell away. I'm never letting go…
* * *
Devlin looked up at the massive stone building that was before him... the Temple of the Gods... the most sacred and most dangerous of all temples in all of Egypt... for many good reasons...
Anyone who has ever entered the temple never came out again... only those who were of great power, which were rare... or the Pharaoh himself could enter this temple and exit unscathe.
But this did not bother Devlin one bit as he leisurely entered the dark, eery temple that was so high and big it looked like it could touch the heavens.
Devlin waved his hands and the put out torches that lined the walls became aflame at once.
Heiroglphics lined the many walls, depicting of many traps and curses that ould send chills down even the toughest of rulers. But Devlin ignored them... he already knew of the dangers and already knew how to past them... ever since he knew of the special wonders and terrors deep inside the temple's depths...
Further on he went till he came to the main large chamber of the temple. Around in a circle were statues of all the Egyptian Gods and Godesses... Sekhmet... Bastet... Sobek... Seth... Osiris... Horus... Anubis... Isis... Thoth... Hathor... and many, many others.
The massive statue of Ra, King of Gods stood above all of the others in the center of the room. Behind it was a dark black wall covered with golden heiroglyphics and ancient inscriptures.
Devlin went up to it as he held his hands out, touching the smooth cool wall. Closing his eyes he started to concentrate.
"Divine Rulers of the Netherworld... open your gates to the deadliest of your hearts... open them so I can unleash your true ultimate power..." he chanted as the blue and green scorpion orb around his neck started to glow, as did the black and gold covered wall.
And then when the glowing from the wall faded away, great creaking and crunching sounds were made as the wall split in two, sliding back and letting Devlin gain access inside the massive dark chamber.
The minute the Dark Emperor stepped inside, flames immediately lit up the walls, making everything in the room abright with light. This room too held many heiroglyphics and inscriptures, but it was what was in the center of the chamber that caught his main interest.
Three stone statues... make that three enormous statues that went right up to the very high ceiling were what filled this room.
The first one was a very long serpent like creature, its coils wrapping around every stone column in the chamber. Many set of wings and spikes lined its body. Its face had two mouths, one on top of the other. The top one was closed as the bottom one was open slightly in the form of a roar.
"In the ancient time, when a flash of lightning hits the ground, a creature is tightening with a chain of a spell book. It has infinite potential powers..."
The second one looked like an enormous demon with massive wings and terribly sharp and large claws. Its face looked like that of a huge skull with large and sharp horns. Its body rippled with armour pure muscle... muscle enough to crush thousands... maybe even millions...
"When God lands on Earth, a hot breeze blows everywhere. No one can survive..."
The third and final stone statue was that of a large dragon and bird like creature. It had long sharp talons and great big masive wings. Its beak was hard, big and sharp, looking like it could crush through rock with no trouble at all.
"Fairies praise his great power. His fate, his soul and his body rule everything..."
All three of the statues eyes held power and wisdom... and could strike fear into the hearts of anyone...
This is what Devlin was looking for... they were known as the Divine Beasts or the Phantom Beasts... the monsters that served the gods... so powerful that they were considered as Gods... the Egyptian God Monsters...
The first statue was Slypher the Sky Dragon, Ruler of Good and Evil and was the server of the Great God Osiris... the second was Obelisk the Tormentor, Ruler of Light and Darkness and was the server of the Great God Seth... the final and most deadliest of all God Monsters was the Winged Dragon of Ra, also know as the Sun Dragon, Ruler of Sky and Earth and also Hell and Heaven... and was the server of the Greatest and Most powerfulest of all gods... Ra...
And whoever unleashes and frees the power of these God Monsters could have anything they ever wanted... even Rule the World... and what Devlin wanted was ultimate power... and Asha...
Oh just thinking of her made him harden... oh he wanted her again and soon... real soon... he knew she wouldn't tell those other fools... he would know if she did... he would... but once he'd summon the Egyptian God Monsters, he'll have her for good...
Yet there were always risks in everything. The Egyptin God Monsters are not stupid. If they knew Devlin was tricking them they would give him the most torturous and most terryifying death in all of time... and that even sent slight shivers down Devlin's spine.
However, Devlin knew a way that would surely trick them. There was this spell, and when said clearly and perfectly, it would make the God Monsters believe in everything he'd say... and now was the time to say it...
"Great Divine Beasts of the Gods... I call upon thee to grant to true bearer of Egypt the power to rule this world... I call upon thee to grant me the power to forsee that everything becomes right again for the Gods... I call upon thee to grant me the power to Rule!"
Devlin's scorpion pendant glowed brightly as he had chanted the words. At first nothign happened... an eery silence filled the chamber... and then...
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"
The most unearthtly and loudest roar filled the room as the walls started to tremble and shake, rocks and limestone falling to the floors from the ceilings and walls. The torches being put out immediately.
The statues started to glow and shake and the rock started to crack. Devlin took a few steps back to not get hit from the large flying pieces. Smoke filled the entire chamber and thrashing sounds could be heard.
When the smoke settled Devlin was presented with the most beautiful yet scariest sight... the Egyptian God Monsters in the flesh...
Slypher the Sky Dragon's snake like body was a bright blood red colour and a black underbelly. Its sharp teeth were pure ivory as it snapped its jaws. Its coils crushed the columns they were around into nothing... not even dust...
Obelisk the Tormentor's hide was a bright yet dark blue colour... its eyes a cold and black yellow colour... it clenched and unclenched its massive claws, swinging and stretching them about menacingly.
The Sun Dragon was a bright gold colour that shined even in darkness. It had blood red eyes tht could pierce through anyone's soul. It flexed its massive wings over and over again, its beak clacking loudly together as it looked around the chamber.
Soon enough all three Gods stopped moving and looked deep into the depths of the room... right where Devlin was standing in the shadows.
"Who has summoned us?" all three Gods demanded together in a terrifying loud voice that shook the walls.
Devlin stepped forward, out of the darkness with a smirk on his face.
"I have".
