"That wasn't fair! We didn't even finish!" Leticia yelled, struggling in the grip of her captor. "You liar, you cheater, you—GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!"

Ammon smiled, all of his wicked charm shining through in that expression. "There will be time to finish what we started later but I have something more important to do right now. Don't you worry though. Since we did not finish, I cannot harm you. I promised that I wouldn't unless I was the victor." He turned to face Runihura. "Leave the girl here. I have no use for her. She would be only a burden."

"Yes my Lord." Runihura threw her to the ground roughly. Ammon stepped over her rudely and continued on toward the place where he would be complete again.

"Runihura," he began, "is Yami ready for the Ceremony?"

"Truthfully, my Lord, I don't know. I gave him to Anubis—"

"You gave him...to Anubis?" Ammon repeated slowly. "You...IDIOT!" he screamed, striking Runihura where the chest and neck meet fiercely. Runihura yelled in pain and fell to one knee, holding his sore shoulder. "Was it completely unobvious to you that he has sided with the traitor?! Could you not sense that he was planning to betray me and attempt to prevent my complete resurrection?!"

"No my Lord...I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry? You're sorry?! That is so pathetic, you little worm!" Ammon kicked Runihura underneath his chin, toppling him over, and jammed his heel into his Servant's ribs. Ammon laughed in pleasure as he screamed and choked up his own blood. "I thought you were loyal, intelligent...you used to be my favorite. But I see now that I never should have sent a lackey,"—he dug his heel in deeper—"to do a god's work!"

"Please...no more my Lord..."

"Be silent! This is your punishment for incompetence. Now shut up and take it like a man!" On the word "man", Ammon kicked his side and heard a bone snap. Runihura screamed, which only made his Master laugh even more. Leticia was shocked that Ammon could be so wicked, especially over such a little mistake, and took advantage of the situation and fled as far as she could from the scene. "Sing for me, Runihura, let me hear your lovely voice!"

Runihura, now lying on his stomach, panted and gasped for air. Blood was streaming from his mouth in rivers of shimmering crimson. Ammon rolled him over with a foot and took a knee next to him. "A wonderful performance, my dear Runihura." He licked blood from Runihura's cheek and growled softly. "Mind if I take a taste? Of course you don't. You can't even muster the strength to speak." Ammon's tongue brushed his fangs. Tenderly at first then violently a second later, Ammon's fangs plunged into Runihura's throat, piercing the vein he desired and merrily drinking the nectar that spilled out. The only noise Runihura made was a gasping noise...and this continued for another five minutes. After Runihura's heart beat ceased and his breathing halted, eyes glazed over in the mist of death, Ammon released his throat from his fang's grip and stood. Blood dribbled from his lips to chin to chest to stomach, staining his clothing red. "Farewell. Live well in the Underworld, Runihura. Oh...and I thank you for your generous contribution. Your soul will aid in my resurrection."

Then, like a shadow disappearing into the night, Ammon was gone.