Gate of Shadows
Author Note: So the plot bunnies from Hades decided to jump me, drag me off, and tie me up while they beat me with a plot stick. This is my HP/SG/YGO xover story. Hope everyone enjoys it.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"That stupid idiot better not be doing what I think he is," came the growled voice from a white-haired being.
Sandaled feet slapped at the marble tiles as the man ran down the hallways in search of something. He was determined to stop whomever he was searching for. Everywhere around him lay the signs of a great battle as walls lay crumbling and scorched from some kind of weapon. If one were to gaze out one of the many windows they would see a sight of ships, ones that were meant for traveling among the stars, crashed upon the ground as if a toddler just tossed them to the side. The man turned a corner and was suddenly tossed against a wall as the entire building shook from an unknown blast. A snort left his lips as he ran faster, his blood red cloak flapping round his legs as he did so. He slid around a corner and finally saw his destination.
It was a ritual room that was at one point used for shadow duels between nobles as well as between the pharaoh's priests. He broke through a barrier that allowed him in when his gold item around his neck flared to life. He saw the man he was looking for kneeling in the center of the room, both wrists bleeding heavily, and obsidian blade laying on the floor by one tanned knee.
He rushed over, sliding to a top and wincing as the action skinned both knees deep enough to bleed freely, "What in all of lower and upper Khemet do you think you are doing?" he demanded of the other young man.
The young man with tri-colored hair and haunted crimson-violet eyes looked into the keep blood red colored eyes of his friend, "They are all gone. I have to seal the shadows before the false-ones find the items," he said.
"At what price?! Your soul?! The Gods are not kind and they will tear your soul to pieces to do what you are doing," he said with a glare, "besides what you saw was not real. The priests live as does the mage's apprentice."
The regal looking man started at this, tears in his haunted orbs, "Mana, Set, Karim, Isis...they all live? Truly?" he asked groaning in pain as the white-haired male worked to staunch the bleeding.
"The annoying girl and the others are looking for you out among our ships that fell. I came here after i found out from a Jaffa what happened in the command ship you stupidly took off to handle on your own," the other said with another growl, "how far did you get with the ritual?"
" 'Kefia… you must leave. The Gods are coming. I can feel them already," the second male said as he shivered like a newborn calf, "if they find you here I don't know what will happen… please go." he begged him.
Akefia growled out as he worked to get the other man to his feet, "If we leave the ritual room the ritual will be broken, so come on." he said.
The other had just got to his feet when he and Akefia were both pinned to the floor on their backs by an unseen pair of hands. The white-haired man struggled against the unseen hand, whereas the other fell still a his eyes turned to plea with his companion to not struggle. The pressure increased on both, causing one to cry out and other to curse. Soon two creatures were seen in the room. The one with the head of a Jackyl was the owner of the hands holding down the two mortal males. The crimson-violet eyed male's eyes went wide in awe and fear at the sight. His eyes soon taking in the other and seeing the head of a falcon and paling. Akefia though just glared up at the God that held him down, causing the Jackyl headed one to snarl out.
"You wish to challenge me little mortal?" came the snarled question.
"Release me and just see if I don't kick your arse back to whatever hole you crawled out of," Akefia snarled out in return.
There was a heavily pregnant pause before the other let out a barking laugh, "oh this one has much fire and spirit in him. I think I will claim the little mortal as my own."
Akefia soon found himself free of the hand and moved to pull the other mortal up when he too was released, "I am no one's pet or plaything."
Anubis smirked and stepped forward and inhaled before growling, "You were claimed by a false-one. How is it you are no longer under its thrall?"
Akefia was about to curse the 'God' when his companion laid a hand on his shoulder, "It was I that was able to free him from Zorc, my Lords Anubis and Horus. It cost me much including my name and most of my memories," he locked his knees so he would not collapse or look weak before the two Gods, though his head was feeling fuzzy as bloo continued to drip to the floor from his wrists.
Horus frowned or as much as an avian could do when he noticed the ghostly pallor the other was taking in. He stepped forward and grabbed the young man's wrists and stopped the bleeding. Healing was not the Falcon-headed God's forte. It would not be conducive to business if the summoner died before things were decided and business concluded.
"So you did what exactly?" Horus demanded as Anubis was petting the white-haired male's hair.
"I sealed the creature's physical form into an urn that is deep in the bowels of this palace. The soul though is sealed into one of the items. I do not know which one though," he said, "any that knew my true name will no longer remember it as well."
Horus actually looked impressed, "then if you have managed all that, then why have you risked your soul to summon us?" he then sighed in exasperation, "Anubis leave that creature alone for now."
The man looked over in shock to see his friend being cradled like a child in the tall being's arms. Anubis rolled his eyes and released Akefia, but not before marking him with two paw prints over his heart, making the other as his child. Akefia glared at the bein, rubbing the new marks burned into his skin.
"Stupid Gods," he huffed out under his breath.
The other man sighed in relief that his friend was not about to be smited...smote? "Lord Horus, the false-one Zorc was not the only threat. The Shadows have grown restless and demand blood. They need to be sealed before another false-one learns of them," he explained.
"To seal the Shadows away will cost you your soul," Anubis said as he now stood by Horus.
Horus also spoke, "Your soul will never be allowed to visit my father's halls to find rebirth or the afterlife. It will be cursed to wander the lands as a shade, unable to interact with any living creature. You will watch the world as it grows and eventually burns, but unable to stop it from happening."
The man winced at this but drew fully up right, "I, Pharaoh of Khemet both Upper and Lower, give my soul freely to seal away the shadows for all eternity," the Pharaoh said.
Anubis laughed suddenly, drawing a confused look from the Pharaoh and Akefia and one of displeasure from Horus, "Come now brother, destroying these two would be such a waste. Especially since I know you were going to mark the little pharaoh as your child as I have done for the thief there."
Horus scowled at his sibling, "The ritual calls for a soul and you know this because it is one of your own creations."
"Calm yourself brother," he said, "the ritual will have a soul. But it will be two souls split in two," he told them as he walked to where the white-haired mortal stood, "Once you entered this chamber and bled you became part of the ritual"
"Please! No!" came the Pharaoh's cry, "He was never apart of this. I am the only one that should be used."
Anubis leveled cold dark eyes upon the pharaoh, "You may be the favorite of my dear brother, but you are still nothing compared to us ascended beings," he said coldly, "Brother mark your child so I may finish this. After all, I was pulled away from quite the senet game against Set. I have much riding on it and he is known to cheat."
Horus let out a sigh and moved to where the Pharaoh stood, and in a much more gentle manner than his brother, marked the shorter male with a golden feather over his heart, "He is now mine. Do what is needed and quickly. He does not have much time."
Anubis stepped into the center of the room where the blood had pooled, still looking quite fresh as if just shed from the source. The God knelt down upon one knee and smeared his fingers through the blood from both mortal males. He then stood, chanting softly as he wrote ancient characters in the air with bloody fingers. The characters glowed with an unearthly reddish hue. Once he was done writing he blew upon the glowing characters, which turned to smoke and wrapped around both mortals. They both arched as if electrified, mouths open in silent screams. It seemed an eternity for the smoke to finish though it was merely seconds. When the smoke vanished both forms fell to the ground, eyes open yet unseeing.
"Your souls torn in to, dark and light to never be whole again. Dark sealed away till light finds once again, but entwined together yet never one. To walk the earth and stars till they burn." Anubis said, more like a prophecy than a final ritual.
The last of the haze vanished into the two items made from blooded gold. The ring glowed briefly and a deep evil laugh came echoing through the room. The other item glowed as well but cries for blood were heard before the item shattered into many pieces.
Horus conjured a box and set the pieces into it, sealing the lid, "Only one wil be able to once again assemble the puzzle, my child's light half," he told his brother, "many will try yet fail I am sure. But for now it will lie in his tomb till the chosen one comes for it." the box then vanishing.
Anubis lifted the ring and frowned, "Both our children have many challenges ahead of them," he then tossed the ring into the air and it too vanished, "Protected their forms shall be, though they will never again inhabit them," Anubis laid a hand upon each body and they took on an unearthly glow.
Horus sighed, "Our time is done. The shadows will be released in the future, but our children will be there to stop it once again. The other mortals approach, we must go."
Anubis smirked and left four stone tablets behind that spoke of what transpired. Two for the battle with Zorc, two that spoke of the Shadows being sealed and the eventual return of said Shadows. He vanished when the mortals burst into the room, cries of anguish rent the air in his wake.