It was like a scene from a horror film, one of the more violent ones, the kind that the mildly insane Bakura preferred compared to other films, this would explain the laughter echoing from his pale lips. The jackals had helped out a lot, it didn't take more than one to bring down a fully grown person but the jackals were Anubis' servants and to maximise pain they used four, each would take a limb and run in opposite directions, tearing the limbs of the person and leaving him to die as he bled out across the pure green grass that got stained with the beautiful crimson of his life force. They hunted viciously even if only the servants of the Lord Anubis in the form of jackals, they didn't loose the viciousness of their animal counterparts. They tore chunks from men, never killing them outright, to kill them wouldn't hurt enough so they slowly killed them, hunting as a unit to destroy their prey, even if he wasn't strictly food they could have a nibble.

Atem, Bakura, Marik and Malik all had their hands full and their bodies dirty, they were carefully ignoring it though, focused as they were on casting shadow magic. Atem used a magic spell, a fairy destructive one to do two jobs. With a practised flick of his shadow magic, he summoned the power of "Burning land!" He called loudly, his shadow magic spewing out bright hot flames that swamped the grass, burning only the enemies and simply warming the allies.

Bakura scoffed. "Don't want to get your hands dirty, Pharaoh? That was pathetic!" He laughed, pulling out a card and smirking. "Makiu, the Magical Mist, destroy them!" The area was swamped in a bright purple mist and a skull floated in the sky with startling reality. Screams echoed long and loud as the mist quickly took out a huge group of the spell casters, when the mist cleared, the only trace of the group were the black robes lying innocently on the ground. The skull made a sound akin to a burp and continued on, sweeping across the plains in streams of black mist.

Marik and Malik looked at each other and rolled their eyes, both pulling out cards and joining the competition. Meanwhile, Ryou was crouched down at Darius' side, lightly using a clean bit of his shirt, which he had torn, to daub at the blood and wipe it off calmly. At his side, Yugi pulled off his jacket and lightly lay it across Darius' torso to warm him even as he looked on worriedly at his lover and friends fighting. It wouldn't take long but he worried.

A while later

A sleepy green eye slid open slowly, the other covered by a thick white gauze and bandage, he glanced out at the streets below, watching the mist creep through everywhere it could reach and sighed, lightly pushing the covers from his legs and standing, he felt his body throb lowly but ignored it, balancing on the wall as he headed towards the bathroom. While he wasn't in his own house, all of the house in Privet drive had the same floor plan so all it took was the effort of getting there. Darius shut the door and slid down the wall, his fingers curling into fists in his hair and shaking slightly, he felt a tear slide down his cheek quietly and reached up to wipe it, noting that as he did three more followed and soon he was quietly crying against the door.

Silent sobs shook him, half of his face wet as his sorrow poured out in streams of tiny crystal droplets. Darius sighed, gently cleaning himself up and standing, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He filled the sink and splashed his face, the warm water soothing the skin and cleaning it to some extent. Darius pulled his face into a half smile and headed back to his room, using his arm to support himself and figure out what some things he couldn't see were, even though he already knew how to get around without sight. Darius made it to his room with little incident and opened it, spotting some clothes that he owned, he pulled off the night clothes someone had put him in and changed.

A pair of thin white trousers covered his legs and a dark green top sat on his upper half, arms covered by a black jumper which he zipped up tightly. He smiled softly at himself and exited the room after making the bed and folding the clothes, he went down towards the kitchen where he heard the gentle rustlings of someone who had woken up. Darius peered around the door to find Odion making some breakfast, he stopped uncertainly, his new injury giving him a large lack of confidence but Lucas, who appeared beside him, nudged him on with a smile, red hair free from its usual ponytail and lazing around at his hips.

"G-good morning, Odion." Darius murmured quietly, smiling when Odion turned around calmly without any shock in his expression. Odion wordlessly held out a plate of toast which had jam spread along its length. Darius took it gratefully and proceeded to devour it, his stomach rumbling happily as it consumed the substance. The young prince quickly washed up the plates, the Dursleys often forced him to wash it up quickly so it was somewhat calming to wash the plates without Vernon's eyes drilling holes into the back of his head.

Darius calmly listened to the sound of the houses' occupants awakening, the soft thud of someone, probably just Marik judging by the muffled swearing. Seconds later Marik stomped down the stairs, coming into the kitchen and lightly grabbing the toast which Odion, who had been dozing lightly against the wall before he came downstairs, held out for him. Odion, who had long finished his food, lightly ruffled Marik's blonde spikes before disappearing.

Soon enough breakfast had been dealt with and nearly all of the house sat in the living room, unawares that Darius had snuck out the house while pretending to go to the toilet and was on his way to leaving the country, planning to visit the land of his birth and maybe discover what had happened to his family after his death.

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Teeth glinted softly as he peered out into the darkness, dark purple eyes gleaming with bloodlust as the owner of them lifted a gleaming katana to his mouth and lightly licked at the blood along the blades length. He knelt down to the body of Anzu Mazaki and gently brushed a strand of her hair back from her bloody face, frozen in terror at the horror of what had happened to her, he had stabbed her in throat three times, tearing the jugular into a bloody tangle and cleaving up her voice box with a fork. Archus smiled at his other prisoner, a blonde who had been forced to watch, Mai Valentine was trembling violently in her bonds, deathly silent.

Archus stood, picking up Anzu with care and walking over to the blonde, lightly laying Anzu in front of her, he pulled a somewhat rusty spoon, sharpened at the edges, from his pocket and gently held open Anzu's eyelids as he plucked out her eyeballs as if they were scoops of melted ice cream, he forced Mai's mouth open, the woman whimpering loudly as she felt the eye enter her mouth, Mai felt a hand close around her mouth and nose, forcing her to eat, nearly puking all the way. She was then force fed another before she felt something go around her throat, it was soft and smelt terrible and before she knew it, she was dead, suffocated by Anzu's intestine.

Archus stood, lapping up the blood from his hands and he chuckled deeply, an insane edge to his voice. "Hurry home boys, I'm not finished yet." He said, turning away to lap at his bloody arms.

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Authors note:

Some gore for you there! Hope you liked it! =D -giggle- I liked writing that! More to come! =3 and the secret will finally come out next chapter!