It was a beautifully clear night as Atem, the Pharaoh of Egypt, stood out on his private balcony. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the night air. Suddenly, a sharp blade was put to the underside of his jaw. His eyes shot open as he froze.
"So the arrogant man's impudent son knows when to keep his mouth shut." An icily beautiful voice whispered in his ear. "Back up slowly. Disobey and your corpse will be ravaged before burial."
Atem stepped back into his darkened room until he found an opening in her defense. He grabbed her wrist and flipped her over his shoulder. Her blade knicked his chin as she twisted around to land in a crouch with a slight skid. She launched herself at him, 2 shimmering knives drawn, one with a little blood on its edge. Atem barely dodged her attack; she caught linen and a bit of flesh. Since she was dressed all in black, it was hard for her to be detected before it was almost too late.
"Who are you, assassin?" Atem demanded as she stood with a purposeful sway.
"I am a loyal servant of the Chaos God, Set." She told him with a cruel venom dripping off her words icily. "I am the desert shadow that does not discriminate when I kill."
Atem smirked, knowing he could easily beat her. "Women don't make good killers. They tend to cry themselves to sleep."
The assassin laughed softly. "I am 2nd only to the Desert thorn in your side."
"You're one of Bakura's men!" Atem growled. He half stumbled out of the way as the assassin tried to strike again. "You'll never catch me. Men are stronger than women."
"Ah, but I was conditioned to outlive whole armies in the desert with no supplies." She pointed out. Suddenly she was behind him again and blades were pressed to his skin. "And I will kill you to prove my loyalty to Set and to my dear friend."
Gathering energy within him, Atem used that energy to blast her away. She hit the wall behind her with a "thwack" of a body on stone. The Pharaoh lit his room torches with a wave of his hand, revealing his attacker as she pushed herself off the ground where she had landed. Atem was in awe of how beautiful his attacker was.
She had long black hair that fell like shadows cast from moonlit silk, the deepest, darkest amethyst colored eyes he had ever seen and the softest porcelain skin with a tan that made her look like one of the Roman goddesses from across the Mediterranean Sea. She had a gold circlet around her forehead, gold bangles on her ankles and wrists, gold rings on her left thumb, middle and ring fingers and on her right index, middle and pinky fingers, earrings like his own, and a gold chain hung from her neck with a kartoosh, a gold copy of his. The kartoosh held the name "Osiris" in hieroglyphics. Her lips were rouged and her eyes were outlined with black and shadowed with a line of purple.
Atem noted the sheathes on her thighs and her knives that weren't too far away. He let a smirk turn his features from a royal victim with power to a true unrelenting king. The item on his wrist activated, spreading its panels and summoning a monster. Chaos Magician grabbed her arms and held them behind her. She fought but it was in vain.
"Take her to the dungeons. And seal her in tight. I don't her to escape."
His monster nodded and with a flash disappeared, taking the newest prisoner with it.