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Accroding to Prophecy

By Dissimilis-Mentis

"Talking"

'Thinkin'

Italics = Shadows Speaking

Chapter 2

"You will regret crossing paths with us!"

A young boy with dirty, sandy-blonde hair and tanned skin struggled against his captors. "Let me go, you bastards!" The boy's big lavender eyes glared haughtily at his captors dead black eyes. His captor spit in his face. "Ugh! Bastard!" The young boy's captors laughed. The one grabbing hold of the blonde's hair had a smug smile on his face, "Oy! What should we do with him?" The one with bright green hair shrugged, "It's obvious this boy is an orphan, do as you please." Lavender eyes widened in disbelief, 'Surely they wouldn't!' He glanced at his captors and gulped. They were all advancing in on him with lustful looking eyes. 'Shit!' The young boy started struggling even more now.

"Stay still you little fuck!"

"Hell I will!"

Lavender eyes were now glancing around desperately looking for a way out, 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! I did not come all this way to be fucked up by some low –lives with nothing better to do!' Hands started roaming around his body.

"N-no! S-s-to-!"

"Stop your bitching!"

One of his captors hit the blond hard on the face, making the boy stop all movements. "That's better… Now be a good fuck and relax for me…" The young boy was thrown on a dirty mattress. He was still a bit dazed. All he could register was disgusting hands and mouths going up and down his body. The boy's captors bound his hands to the bed post and gagged him.

'Someone… save me…'

"YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!"

A very angered man entered the room eyeing furiously at his men. This man seemed to be the leader of the group because everyone was trembling in fear. "Can someone care to explain why am I out there looking for a sacrifice for tonight's offering and you are here FUCKING WITH A KID!" Rage radiated off the man in waves. The young boy's captors flinched,

"Um… Well…"

The leaders left eye twitch and the man talking instantly screamed in agony. He was being compressed inside out. "H-have mercyyyy!" The man fell to his knees as his eyes glazed over and foam started coming out of his mouth before he toppled to the floor. The leader turned to the others, "Anybody else?" The boys captors glanced at each other until the man who had hit the boy before spoke up.

"We were just preparing for the sacrifice, Boss!" "Yeah!" "Yes, that's right!" "No need to get angry!"

The leader smiled innocently, "Oh well, why didn't you say so! That's what I thought you were doing anyways!"

Before leaving he turned to look at the boy, "Make sure he doesn't have a single blemish on his body for the ritual or it shall be your dick up in the altar!" The last part was snarled and directed at his men. With that said, the leader left. The group let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. One of the captors took the startled boy from the bed and raised an eyebrow,

"What you do to him, Tim?"

He started unbinding him from the bed with the help of the others so the boy wouldn't escape. The boy glared at 'Tim', the one that had hit him before menacingly. Tim shrugged ignoring the boy, "I'll just put a binding spell on him. It'll wear off by the time of the ritual…" Tim gulped as the other members glared at him. "It will! I'll make sure of it!" The one that asked shrugged and sneered at the boy, "You got lucky this time kid, but after the ritual's done you're gonna wish we fucked you senseless!"

"Hold him…"

Tim advanced on the struggling boy. He had had a binding spell before and they hurt like hell. Tim smirked, "Don't worry. We'll clean you good for tonight's offering. Just sit back and let us do all the work." The men holding the boy sneered as the boy trembled in fear. There was really nothing he could do. They were all just too strong. Tim started chanting in an unknown language as a soft glow surrounded his body. Moments later the glow; which represented his power, wrapped around the boy and started working on the binding spell. A couple minutes passed before Tim sighed and smirked. The boy's captors let go of the boy as he crumbled to the floor; aware of everything around him but unable to do anything. The binding itself hadn't been as painful as his previous Master had made it but the thought of being utterly defenseless brought frustrating tears to his eyes. Although the boy couldn't move or think straight at the moment a single tear slid down his cheek. Tim knelt down besides the boy and grabbed him by his dirty blond bangs, pulling the boy's face up to his eye-level.

"This is what happens to those that dare cross us!"

Darkness was threatening to consume his vision, but he was forcing his eyes to remain open. Although the 'leader' had instructed Tim and the others to treat him well, the boy knew better, and if he was going to die here Destiny forbid it be in his dreams. He wasn't going to go out so easy! Damn it! Unfortunately, it was a losing battle his eyes started to close against his will.

'I just wanted to find him…'

A sharp pain in his right cheek made the poor boy snap awake. He's eyes scanned his surroundings fearfully. "W-where am I?" The thugs from before surrounded the small table he was spread in. The boy glanced down at himself and almost fainted at what he saw. Almost. He was spread eagle along the length of a table with nothing but a see-through robe; bound around his ankles and wrists to each corner. The boy felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment but it was short lived as he glanced at the surrounding objects. He was also surrounded by a variety of fruits and meats all piled up around him. He looked around the room and silently gasped, the room he was in had a wide assortment of torture weapons on the walls, along with a bathing area on a corner big enough for an elephant to take a dip. Around him were the men clothed in dark crimson robes, each standing on a different vertex of a star pentagram, and around the star pentagram were writings for a summoning spell.

'Shit!'

A star pentagram was only used by witches and wizards to summon demons of grand demonic powers. The boy started trembling in fear. Last time he had seen a pentagram was in a punishment led by his previous Master upon his servants for trying to escape. The demon had eaten the servants AND his Master. That was the reason why he was able to escape, but to think it had somehow followed him here. The boy started to shake uncontrollably as the men in dark robes started chanting in some foreign language. The writings on the floor started to glow. This made the dark room look even creepier to the poor child as he remembered the previous time all too well.

"P-please! S-s-stop!"

The child's body started trembling in fear; he was now shaking like a leaf on a stormy night. 'What was that?' Was it just him or did the shadows seemed to be moving? Tears started streaming down his face. 'Why?' Frantically he started tugging at his bonds, but to no use his arms and legs bound him securely to the table. The air in the room started to get heavy with power and a black mist appeared from nowhere, setting quickly and quietly about the room. Suddenly the chanting stopped; the only source of sound was coming from the boy's rapid breathing. As one the robed figures bowed low to the floor as the dark mist settled in the room and a form started to appear. The boy's light lavender eyes widened dramatically as a tall, tanned man stepped out of the mist looking around the room with a maniacal glint to his dark crimson eyes. Too stunned to move the boy stared wide-eyed at the demon.

'No! No! No!'

Slowly the boy started shaking his head in denial as the reality started settling in. He was going to be sacrificed to this demon. The crimson-eyed demon turned to look at the small boy, he grinned maliciously as the boy tensed and his eyes grew even wider.

"Boy, you're mine."

Three words. Three simple words, and yet… The boy started shaking as the demon advanced towards him.

'Please… Save me…'

The demon loomed over the boy and smirked tracing the boy's cheek his long claws. "I am more than satisfied with this offering. Leave." The robed figures sighed and relaxed in relief. If the demon wasn't pleased he would take one of their own. The leader of the robed figures nodded and in one swift motion, they stood up and disappeared. Once a month they had to do this. For now they were safe. The demon smirked at the boy who stared at him with big, teary eyes. "P-please I jus-!" The demon smirked, "Just what? Huh! Can't hear you!" The boy arched up his back in pain and shut his eyes tightly as the demon clawed his sides mercilessly. The boy hissed in pain. The demon was enjoying making patterns on the boy's' skin; his maniac glint increasing ever so slightly. The demon smirked,

"What do you say we play a game before I devour you? Hmm…? If you win I'll let you live, but if you lose…"

The demon smirked and lent down kissing the young boy roughly purposely scratching and bruising the boy's lips with his fangs. The boy yelped in surprise and pain, eye's widening as the demon sucked lazily on the blood that ran down the boy's lips. His lavender eyes shone with fear. The demon stroke the boy's dirty bangs almost lovingly, "The way you're looking at me… Turns me on!" The boy started trembling as the demon got up on the table and straddle his waist.

"S-s-to-!"

The demon kissed the boy again, savoring his little sacrifice. The boy was fighting a losing battle and he knew it, but he still tried to push the demon off of him.

"L-leave m-me-!"

"Boy…"

The demon grunted, "If you don't stop moving I'm going to-!"

The boy gathered all his strength and scram at the top of his lungs. The demon backed up, surprise and amusement clear in his crimson eyes. He stared at the boy as he screamed and screamed. After a minute the boy collapsed, panting, and shaking like a leaf. The demon smirked, amused.

"Can we continue now?"

To his surprise the boy nodded. The demon raised an eyebrow, "Really now?" He turned the boy's head so that he was looking at him, the boy didn't struggle. In fact, the boy was simply lying in the table; limp and exhausted from his journey and screaming… All he wanted was to find his soul-mate, but Destiny had other plans for him. She always did, and they always ended up in his suffering. After the demon had devoured his previous Master, the boy started to notice the unique smell that was his soul-mate in the air, he had been following it for weeks only to have landed here. In the hands of a sacrificial bound village, and being the newcomer he was tricked into coming here. The boy sniffed and looked directly into the demon's crimson eyes.

"I only wanted to find my soul-mate… I tried to find him but I failed…He's probably really strong and I'm…"

The boy started ranting about his problems out loud. He wasn't trembling or struggling anymore, he just laid on the table ranting. The demon cocked his head to the side, 'Was the child delusional?'

"It doesn't matter… As long as he is safe and finds a better partner I'll be happy… Master… Can I call you that?"

The boy smiled sadly up at the demon. He just wanted to be free; maybe this demon would free him after all. The demon's eyes widened slightly as the child smiled at him. In his 3,000 years of life he had never received such a genuine smile directed his way before and now… 3,000 years later this child; this broken child smiles, at HIM. It felt… Nice… 'What the fuck…? I'm confused…' The demon backed away from the 'broken' child a little, not sure what to make of this. He could deal with threats, mockery, traps, attacks; you name it, but this…

"Master… If you want you can play with me or eat me… I don't care anymore… I have to warn you… I may not taste very good 'cuz-"

"What are you saying, Boy?"

The child looked up at angry crimson eyes and gulped, "I'm sorry if I angered you…" The demon's eyes narrowed dangerously and he trembled in rage, "It's no fun if you just accept it! Don't say things like that! You must scream until the very end, or struggle to stay alive! Why did you suddenly change into a pathetic little child?" The demon narrowed his eyes as the child shrugged, or attempted to with his hands still tied, his eyes were staring off to nothing in particular as he talked.

"I've been fighting for my life since I was born. My mother abandoned me. She left me in the care of a sadistic sorcerer. He only used me for his own purposes whether it required my magical abilities; even though they're close to none, or my mere presence to ease his sexual desires. I'm tired, and when I finally get a chance to make my life better by finding my soul-mate's scent… I end up here."

For some reason he didn't mind opening up to this demon. Even though he was probably going to die by his hands, for some reason, it didn't bother him how it should. The boy smiled again and looked up at the dumbstruck demon, "It seems that the only thing I'm good at is to get myself in trouble and to satisfy others… So do with me what you please… I knew my destiny from the very beginning; I just didn't want to accept it…"

The child sighed as he tugged at his binds one last time before settling on the table, "Thanks…" The demon didn't understand. How could a mere child just give up? No matter the situation… Right? He was just a child; children were identified as being of hope right? This child couldn't be any more than 10. The demon sighed, 'I'm making too much out of this. Just shrugged it off and eat him.' "For what?" The boy flashed him another one of his smiles that seemed to melt the demon's heart. 'I DON'T HAVE A HEART!'

"For killing me…"

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum!

Ba-DUM!

For killing him… Kill him… He was going to kill him? No? Why would he? He hadn't done anything to him. Since when did they need to have done something for you to kill them? Kill him before you regret it!

But… He was soo…

The demon stared at the small boy for a good minute. The boy shifted under his gaze uncomfortable, "What?"

"What's your name?"

The boy's eyes widened, "M-Malik… What's yours?" The demon narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"O-only if you want to tell me!" The boy, Malik, looked the other way a light blush covering his cheeks. "I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry… Master…"

"Marik."

The bonds on Malik's hands disappeared.

"Come."

The demon, Marik, waved his hands and the dark mist disappeared from the room, the room was instantly surrounded by light. Malik had to blink a couple times for his eyes to adjust. Finally Malik looked up to the demon and gasped. The demon, no… Marik kinda looked like him, but stronger and sexier? Malik blushed profusely at this. If it wasn't for the huge black, leathery wings protruding from Marik's back and his white; probably very sharp, fangs, and his slightly diff-! Okay so they didn't look all that alike… Malik sighed. 'He's everything I'm not…' "Why did you untie me? Aren't you going to eat me?" Marik grabbed Malik by the waist and chuckled pulling him up to eye-level with himself. Malik stared at Marik's purple eyes as if hypnotized. 'I thought his eyes were red…' "Sleep… Your time will come…" Malik's eyes lolled to the back of his head as he went limp in Marik's arms. Marik grinned as he took out a small rod made out of gold from his belt. The rod was surrounded by the same black mist the room was moments ago. From it voices seemed to whisper.

You know he will abandon you like everyone else… Don't get attached… You don't need him you've got us…

Marik rolled his eyes and muttered shifting Malik, "You're making a big deal out of nothing, I'm just going to eat him over at my place." Marik smirked, "It's more comfortable, anyways."

Just remember that we will always be here unlike 'them.'

Marik's eye's flashed golden for a minute before returning back to purple. "Bakura… He didn't… It wasn't his fault… I"

It was yours? You're responsible?

Marik growled, "No, but I love Bakura." He glanced at Malik and smiled, 'Seems like I found someone interesting…Bakura.' He waved the rod and the dark mist circled around the room; mainly concentrating on the wall in front of Marik. Before long the mist turned into a portal leading back to where Marik came from. Marik sighed, "Wish I could stay here for a while longer..." He walked through the portal unfazed.

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