"My Pharaoh, the assassin is ready as you ordered."
Atem let a smirk curve his lips. "Good, good. And what of the trinket I had fashioned?"
Isis remained on her knees. "It has also been completed. Mahad has it with him. He's adding a few finishing touches to it even as we speak."
"This is going to be perfect. She will tell us everything she knows about Bakura and using that information, we will hunt him down and he will pay for his crimes." Atem told his high priestess. She stood and bowed to her king. What will this perfect assassin look like now that I forced her to change her appearance? She'll probably be pissed and rip the outfit to shreds.
"My Pharaoh, the prisoner has arrived!"
Atem nodded once to the guard and the man stepped aside to allow a young woman to pass. She looked breath taking, an angel from the gods. Her long skirt rested on her hips via a golden belt and a V-neck halter top that stopped under her bust. There was a curtain that hung around the base of her top by a gold band and exposed her stomach. Her hair, black as the shadows, was braided in a high pony and a gold circlet was on her forehead. Her sandals were gold colored with a stiletto slopping heel and woven to her foot by gold colored straps that wound around her ankle. Her kartoosh hung around her neck still, baring her name.
Osiris looked more embarrassed than pissed but Atem figured it was an act. She walked forward and stood before Atem's throne, bashful but still dangerous. Atem couldn't help but choose to pick on her.
"Well, would you look at this? Who could this beauty be? There's no way you could be Osiris the most dangerous woman in all of Egypt." The Pharaoh teased. Osiris's cheeks were soon painted with an angry blush.
"There's a reason I wear black, you royal jerk. I dress the way I do for a reason." Osiris put her hand over her heart and glared icily at the Ruler of Egypt. "I am no mere assassin. I have the Synergies of the Shadow Realm in my heart. I am blessed by the God Set. By dressing me in white, you make my Master doubt me. I am his to control-not to be your little doll!"
Pharaoh Atem rested his calf on his opposite knee and rested his chin on his loose fist. He had the posture of being an amused spectator. That really ticked Osiris off. He was enjoying her frustration.
"If my Master smites me because of you-I'll feed your soul to the Chaos Beast myself!" Osiris snapped angrily at him.
"And here I thought you were just a run of the mill bandit slut." Atem commented lazily. Osiris's angry blush grew deeper with her fury. "Are you not Thief King Bakura's slut?"
"How dare you! I am far from being his slut, you perverse ruler! I grew up with him! I have been at his side like that Magician in training, Mana has grown up with you!" Osiris's anger made Atem become very interested. "I perry his advances in more than one way. I have kept my body as pure as the desert sands in order to one day bring my Master to this world!"
Atem stood and motioned for two guards. They were instantly by Osiris's side and grabbed her arms. She tried to break free as Mahad stepped out of the shadows and came to the now standing Pharaoh's side. Mahad had a box in his hands that was locked, since Atem had the key. The Pharaoh took the key from under his belt and inserted the gold key into the Eye that made the box's lock. With a click, he opened the box and took something out from inside.
"Unhand me! I order you in the name of Set-release me!" Osiris snapped, not noticing Atem had descended to stop in front of her. He put a cuff with an Eye on her left upper arm and locked the key in the center of her Eye with a click. A burning pain seared through her left arm and into her brain. "GAAH!"
The guards released her, letting her drop to the floor. She clutched her arm and her new ornament, trying to bite back the pain. Mahad once again came to his Pharaoh's side and Atem put a matching cuff on his left upper arm and locked it. Osiris glared up at him.
"What did you do to me?" She growled. "What is this band you put on my arm?"
Atem smirked. "Why, that's easy. I had these bands made so I can keep you in line. Whenever you mouth off to me, all I have to do is merely touch my cuff, and pain resonates to yours. The pain will grow the more you fight it so I suggest you obey me the first time I say something."
She gritted her teeth and launched at him as soon as his back turned. Atem sensed her movements and he flicked the eye in his cuff enough to make his finger hurt a little. The pain seared through Osiris's arm.
"AAAH!" The intense pain made her fall to the ground. She couldn't move; the pain was that bad. "You-you prick!"
"I warned you." A smirk played across his face, his back still to her. "Now, you'll have an experience to pull on should you think of disobeying me."
"I will get you back for this, Atem! I swear I will get you back!"
Nice going, Atem. Piss of the woman who could drop your corpse in an instant.