Reboundshipping (Dark Magician Girl x Diabound)

. . .

That thing was wrong. It shouldn't exist. The Shadow People were supposed to be that—shadows. Connected to the soul of a human being, the darkness cast by the soul, illuminated by the faraway light of the afterlife.

But Diabound was no one's shadow. Not anymore. It had been cobbled together from the hate and anger of almost a hundred murdered souls, a shadow without anything to cast it, just a chimera of poisonous hatred and vengeance.

She could hear it, even now, screaming in the darkness it had been cast in after the defeat of Zorc. She shuddered, hugging her arms. She was on duty, here, at the edge of the veil between the worlds. She and the Dark Magician—Mahad—had determined that it was important for there to be a guard here, in case Diabound decided to make a break for it early. Zorc may have been temporarily defeated, but until the pharaoh could return and gain the extra power necessary to drive the dark god back entirely, it would be a lonely few thousand years of regular shifts here, standing at the edge of the darkness, listening to Diabound's voice rise and fall with a hundred voices.

"Shut up," she whispered, resisting the urge to shove her fingers in her ears. "Shut up, shut up, shut up."

She wanted it to stop. She needed it to stop. Because there was anger and hate and rage and poison in that voice—but there was sorrow and pain and fear, too. Those lives didn't need to be taken. It wasn't their fault that they had died in such trauma that they had had no choice but to conglomerate into that monstrosity in a futile attempt to survive. Human souls were so easily corruptible...it was sad.

She moaned as another screech fled up from the darkness. Shivers ran down her arms and spine. She could still remember the rough scales wrapping around her waist and throwing her across the room. The way the snake head at the end of its tail snapped at her, fangs glinting with venom. Eyes glowing red with hunger, a violent need to destroy.

Pity or not, she never wanted to face that creature again. Never wanted to see the way its predatory eyes bore into her, like an animal waiting to devour her. Never wanted to feel the burn of poison in her veins as the fangs glanced across her shoulder.

"Shut up," she whispered desperately, trying not to think. "Shut up, shut up, shut up."

The screaming wouldn't stop.

It never did.

. . .

A/N: Weird one. Next is Reachshipping (Priestess Isis x Priest Karim)