"It's time for the truth. I want to know why you never change."
"That isn't any of your business."
"I am the Pharaoh of Egypt, your only friend, I have a right to know!"
"Do you realize what it is you're asking of me? If I tell you the truth, if I tell anyone the truth, the world will crumble. I'm not willing to lose you. You're like a brother to me, Yami."
"Brothers don't lie to one another. Brothers don't hide secrets."
"You don't understand!"
"I understand completely. If you can't tell me the truth about yourself after all we've been through together, then maybe we aren't that good of friends."
"I don't want you to get hurt!"
"Get out."
"But Yami—"
"OUT!"
The shadow was standing over him. He wasn't hanging by his hands anymore, which was a relief, but he felt uncomfortable having this dark creature loom over him. He instinctively clambered to his feet and backed up a few paces, overridden with fear and confusion. "I remember you now," he said slowly.
"Do you?"
"Osiris, the vampiric god of the dead."
The shadow, called Osiris, lowered his hood slowly. He looked naught the man depicted in the portrait. He was much more intimidating and frightening. His hair, darker than the color of blood, reached down to his chin and flew every direction possible. Cold, blank, colorless eyes pierced the pharaoh's heart, and he felt the fear from many millennia ago. It wasn't fear of the man in front of him, it was the fear of his memories and all of the horrible things the two of them accomplished. He may have been the Pharaoh of Egypt, but he was a servant to the malevolent Nightwalker.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it, Yami?"
"Yes…it has."
"No doubt you remember this place."
"I…do. It is the very cathedral where you took me to…where we went to…"
"The place of Yami's death…and rebirth. The place where you first experienced the rush of murder and the taste of human blood on your tongue. Yessss…"
Yami looked up into his Master's eyes. "Why did you call me? Why did you take me away from Yugi?"
Osiris tossed something at Yami's feet. The pharaoh bent and grasped it in his hands gently, then pressed it to his heart protectively. His Millennium Puzzle. Just seeing the golden triangle made him feel secure.
"I thought you might like to know that I have managed to revive the others that are loyal to me, including you. But because of your hikari, you remain pure. He keeps the evil out of your heart, the evil you once embraced with open arms. You're the one that's changed, Yami. I haven't."
"What…what are you going to do?"
The Millennium Puzzle drifted out of Yami's arms and hovered in front of Osiris, who reached out and grabbed it before Yami could react.
"Without your precious human, you're nothing but a soul. Surely you remember when you shattered my body and banished me to this infernal prison? Of course you do. Now I am in the same state as you. And, as an additional benefit, your human disobeyed your wishes and revealed the entire room with a single finger. He has opened the Gateway." Osiris stared down at the Puzzle, then laughed sinisterly. "I can leave this hell. But you, however, will remain here for all of eternity in my stead."
Yami sunk to his knees as he watched Osiris disappear into the endless storm, laughing along with the boom of the thunder. Tears streamed down his face and he murmured: "Oh Ra, what have I done…?"