Cultshipping (Ghouls/Marik Ishtar)
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"What kind of person is he, even?"
Eyes flicker nervously beneath cowls, lips press together and tongues flick out nervously over teeth. It's a dangerous question, one only a new recruit can ask. One that no one, not even the most senior members, can answer.
"Just hope that you don't have to meet with him face to face," is about all the answer they can provide.
"He's not one to cross."
"Do as you're told and keep your head down, and you'll be fine."
Advice passed over drinks and in dark corridors. Just hope he doesn't ask you to help him test out his new dueling equipment, that's usually a death sentence. Respond quickly and accurately. Double check your deck at all times, make sure it's up to snuff, keep a healthy side deck just in case. He doesn't like failure. He doesn't do second chances. Do well enough, though, and you'll get what you desired when you joined.
"I don't think he's a person at all," a few braver souls will whisper—still whispering, despite the bravery. It wouldn't do to have it spread loudly to his ears. "I think he must be a demon."
Something that crawled up from underneath the earth and took control of what this organization used to be. No one remembers what it was before, but they know they have never been this international, this global, this powerful and secretive before. They might have been a gang once, or maybe some kind of mafia. Now they're pretty sure they're a cult.
A cult to a man who might not even be a man.
It's hard to tell underneath the cloak, sometimes.
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A/N: I tried to be creepy haha~ Next is Crystalshipping (Mana x Anzu).
