Author's Note: Yeah…this chapter was written late at night so the description of a certain scene in this chapter might be a little lacking. I wasn't too enthusiastic about writing it. And no, it does NOT involve anything about…well…yeah…you know. XP

When the scent of blood hit the air, Yami's head snapped up. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, he just did. He rubbed his tired eyes and immediately wondered what time it was. There wasn't a clock to be found in the entire Shrine, and he wasn't wearing a watch. A tiny stream of golden daylight peeked in through a small crack in the wall and settled on Ammon's hand. The sleeping boy flinched, a deep growl resonating from the bowels of his stomach, and rolled over out of the sunlight. Surprisingly, his flesh did not burn or redden at all.

The smell of blood grew stronger and stronger still. Yami could not help licking his lips hungrily. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. But he knew that he knew this scent. It reeked of innocence and darkness but made him salivate all the more. Then he noticed the blood stains on the bed sheets and the vicious claw marks on Ammon's chest. There was crimson on the boy's fingers even. "He tore at his own flesh…to ease his suffering," the Pharaoh concluded. He pushed Ammon into a sitting position and removed his shirt so he could dress the deep wounds.

What he saw on his beloved's skin both saddened and appalled him. The Mark of Osiris was burned into his flesh and was lit up by a malevolent red mist. Yami shook his head and set about sealing the wounds and dressing them appropriately.

Ammon's eyes shot open suddenly. His irises became completely black and empty of any emotion. He turned his head toward Yami and snarled, "Get away from me!"

Before Yami could react, a sudden surge of pure strength hurled him away from the bed and into the wall. He watched dizzily while Ammon rolled off of the bed and hit the floor hard. He stumbled to his feet, falling over many times, and faltered often as he walked. "Get out…get out of my head…" he groaned, clutching his head in a vice like grip. He suddenly stopped his stumbling and threw his head back, allowing wicked laughter to erupt from his vocal chords and shake the very foundations of the Shrine. "You belong to me, child. This body is mine to command!" a deep voice filled with evil intentions whispered from between Ammon's light red lips. "No…no, please…you're hurting me…" the voice of a scared child answered.

Ammon shouted in pain and grabbed his left arm. "Not now," he whimpered. "Ra, please, not now!"

The screaming began, as did the metamorphosis, and all Yami could do was watch.

Ammon's body, as it began changing from a young boy to an all-powerful being capable of destroying everything in less than a week, made disgusting crunching and squelching sounds. His height increased by nearly a foot, which made Yami cower in his dark, growing shadow. Ammon's shoulders broadened and filled out; his slim frame developed into one that would put both Yami and the deceased Anubis to shame. Long, raven black hair cascaded down his muscular shoulders, stopping at his waist. His eyes turned as black as the night sky on a starless night. What little color his skin retained completely drained, leaving him as pale as a new skeleton. Ammon screamed again, louder this time, as the transformation neared its conclusion. A second set of fangs grew in behind the front set, making him look even more formidable, while his claws sharpened and lengthened by an inch. As he screamed, his voice deepened considerably, eventually becoming the voice that was feared by all.

The intimidating creature clutched painfully at his colossal trunk, undeniable proof that Ammon was still conscious, but for how much longer Yami wasn't sure. He looked up at his protector through pleading eyes and said in his new voice, "Seyumi…" He reached out a hand toward him in a feeble attempt to break away from the being that was taking control of his body. "I…I love you…I'm sorry…promise that you'll find a way to kill me…I don't want to live like this!" Ammon fell to his knees afterward with a final scream of Yami's second name, and then he was completely gone.

Yami's knees felt weak. He had never felt so powerless in his entire life. What little confidence he had that he could destroy Osiris vanished in an instant. The god had grown much too powerful for anyone to comprehend and just looking at Him caused Yami's innards to entangle themselves. Yami attempted to shove himself into the wall, eyes filled with pure fear. His heart beat wildly, threatening to jump out of his ribcage. He could see his breath form mist in the air. The atmosphere had grown unbearably cold in His presence.

Osiris stood up straight and stretched his strong limbs, bones cracking as he did so. Though Yami was scared out of his wits, he couldn't help but be attracted to this dark, foreboding creature. He watched in secret awe as the god's muscles flexed and he kept his eyes transfixed on His perfect face, which may have been carved out of marble by Ra himself. There was nothing about Him that gave proof of any physical imperfection.

Upon the sight of His old nemesis, Osiris smiled disarmingly and strolled over to him with lithe, graceful strides that reflected pure seductiveness. The very shadows seemed to twist around His body as He moved, surrounding Him with eerie black tendrils and an omnipotent, blazing aura. "Hello…Yami," the god said darkly. "It's been centuries. How have you been?"

Yami said naught.

"How rude. You refuse to answer a friendly question from your Master," Osiris continued, seizing Yami by his throat and proceeding to squeeze as hard as he pleased.

Yami felt the bones in his throat snap ever so slightly. Sweat ran down his brow whilst the pain increased twofold.

"Child, I see the fear and intense hatred shimmering in your magenta eyes. Yet also, lingering deep inside those limpid pools, there is a lust for power and the need to be close to me just so you won't have to think of the pain of loss." Osiris cocked his head to the left, black eyes glowing strangely. "Tell me…what do you truly want?"

"I want…Yugi," Yami choked.

Osiris laughed loudly and tossed Yami aside like yesterday's newspaper. The Pharaoh's spine cracked when it slammed against the wall and his crimson nectar splashed onto the stone wall behind him. He screamed out in pain, which only ignited Osiris' pleasure. "Fool, Yugi is dead! But…"

Yami didn't like the look on the god's face. It shone with devious intentions.

"If you pledge your loyalty to me, I may reward you with the gift of seeing him again."

Yami's eyes widened. Though the requirement was something he had claimed to never do again, the reward was great. He was certain that it was a ploy to get something more from Yami than he realized, but his mind was too cloudy too see any flaw.

He agreed.

"Then drink, and together we will make the waters run red with crimson and dance on the flesh covered ground." Osiris dug a knife-sharp nail into his wrist and held it out for Yami to take into the grip of his hungry lips. Part of the Pharaoh screamed in refusal, but it was drowned out by his overwhelming desire to do as he was told.

So he drank…and immediately regretted it.