Author's Notes: Well, I really hope that everyone has been...enjoying(?) the last few chapters because it's only going to get uglier from here on out. Yep, I'm introducing more characters and quite a bit of action, in addition to Akefia's first interaction with the...Ahhhh just read it.

I cant thank everyone enough for all the support I've gotten on this story, this will make it very easy for me to continue =)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Otherwise, this would be some season. Let me tell you.

Akefia had managed to make his way all the way through the King's city without anyone recognizing him. Not that it mattered to him, they would be cut down before they even managed to call the thief out. As he reached the outer perimeter of the palace, he jumped off his horse and let it go running through the open gate. The two guards standing by the open entry ran in promptly after the horse, slipping in after them, he ran towards the palace walls, climbing up before anyone noticed he had gotten in. Pausing for a second, he noticed how badly he was actually shaking and that it was beginning to effect his movements. Although he would never admit it, even to himself, he was scared for the first time in his life since he was a child. Knowing that the Pharaoh was looking for revenge since the incident that he had shamelessly waltzed in to grab Amunet, cutting her down from the whipping post and running off without a trace. In addition to killing a great number of his men on top of that, Akefia knew that the Pharaoh would be very pleased to have Amunet in his clutches once more, and couldn't even comprehend what he might do to her in her present state. He scaled the wall, thinking about how when the Pharaoh saw her, how he must have realized it was his own child. After all, why would Akefia risk being captured just for her sake? He gritted his teeth as he made his way to the next wall of the palace, slinking past guards and the torches that got brighter with the sun's fading.

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"As part of your council, and as a wielder of a millennium item, I must strongly advise against you doing such things. You will anger the Gods for such acts committed against unborn children. If Akn-"

"Silence," he said in a bored tone. "No God will be angered at the loss by a product of evil such as this," he said in a smug tone.

The five council members gathered in front of him all bowed their heads before trickling out silently, the wielder of the Millennium Necklace daring to speak once more before she had departed the throne room,

"Forgive me my King, but I beg of you to reconsider. I sense a path of great pain and destruction lying in the wake of the actions committed against this woman," the woman said quietly, emotion hidden under her soft tone.

"With all do respect, I do not feel as though we will be the victims of any such occurrences," he smirked. "Now if you'll excuse me, I do believe Aknadin approaches," he said as the hooded figure appeared through the open door and gesturing in a slight bow to where he had just entered from. The woman nodded her head and slowly walked through the doors, which shut so abruptly after her that she jumped.

"My King," Aknadin said, bowing deeper than he had been previously.

"Aknadin, I have a little, issue, for you to take care of," he said, grinning.

"Does it have anything to do with that divine creature I heard all about you bringing back from the desert?" he smiled.

"Yes, my little desert flower.." he trailed off, licking his lips in remembrance of the night before.

"She is in need of an… exorcism of sorts.." he smiled.

Aknadin returned his maniacal grin, standing up straighter and crossing his arms in contemplation.

"How far along is she?" Aknadin asked, his tone just as cold and cruel as the men who had spoke before him.

"About eight, although she is rather large. I had to get rather, creative and frankly I can't be bothered with that again," he said with a sneer.

"My King, you are aware that she might not live once I'm done?" Aknadin asked with an air of cruel amusement.

"I am, well aware," he said, matching his tone.

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Akefia had managed to make it into the Palace, slinking around the beams towards the ceiling in an attempt to figure out where Amunet might possibly be. Suddenly he saw five members of the King's council walk by below him, quietly conversing amongst each other.

"I can't bare the thought that he would ask Aknadin to do such a thing," the girl with the necklace spoke, barely controlling the emotion in her voice anymore.

The High Priest pulled his arm around her shoulders as they walked, "There is nothing we can do, it is the Pharoah's will and he believes that this act is justified within the Palace walls," he spoke calmly.

Akefia tried to remain still as possible, not really sure of the nature of their conversation when suddenly one of the council members shouted,

"My Millennium Ring! It's…"

As Akefia looked down at the glowing object, he realized that its glowing spikes were pointing straight to him. Trying to use the shadows to his benefit, he ran over the beams and jumped to a large column, sliding down to the balcony of the large room and hoping to reach the window before they realized what the object was pointing to.

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Amunet sat in the corner of her dark cell, clutching her stomach as waves of pain and hunger rippled through her. She felt bile threatening to come out as she prayed silently for Akefia to remain far away from the palace. Closing her eyes, images from the previous night came boring into her in the same violent manner that they had occurred.

"I can not wait for your precious thief to pay you a visit, especially after a few more days here," he stood up from the bed, dressing as his eyes reclaimed her naked body. "I also can not wait to tell him how divine you were, I can see why he knocked you up so easily," he chuckled, grabbing his millennium item off the bed stand and slipping the cord over his head to rest on his chest.

"Oh, but he is such a fool! Not only did he lead me right to you, but if he does attempt to rescue you, the Millennium Ring will be immediately alerted to his presence. Do you know what that means, flower?" he smiled, sitting back on the bed as Amunet struggled to remain conscious.

"He will be caught," he said slowly, emphasizing each word as Amunet felt his hands glide back onto her bruised throat.

Whimpering at the memory, Amunet heard the door at the end of the hall open, and the steady footsteps becoming louder as they approached her.

"So you're the little whore that the Pharaoh has been raving about," the hooded figure sneered at her. As her eyes narrowed at him, she noticed the door to her cell swung open without him even touching it. More pain rippled through her stomach, his voice raspy and cold, had sent shivers down her spine despite her fiery spirit coming back up to the surface. As he stepped through the threshold of her cell, Amunet raised her head regally to stare at the figure as he drew closer. The door to the cell suddenly swung closed, and Amunet heard the lock turn despite no one being there to do so. Noticing that the man bore no weapon, Amunet felt sweat run down her back. "Aknadin," she whispered.

"Oh, so you have heard of me? You're a smart one aren't you? Although, not smart enough to evade capture and becoming the Palace whore?" his chuckle becoming a laugh that made Amunet wince as it echoed against the prison walls. A moment passed between them and Aknadin removed his hood, revealing his Millennium Eye which glinted at her despite the lack of light.

"My, you are a beauty. Its a shame though," his eyes falling to her stomach. "The Pharaoh told me almost eight months. Is that true?" his rough voice grating against her ears.

As she failed to answer him, he smiled in a manner that made Amunet's skin crawl.

"What are your intentions with me?" she asked dryly. Not bothering to move a muscle in an attempt to put more distance between them.

"Well as much as I'd like to take you, I don't settle for scraps. So I think I'll enjoy my time with you some other way," he grinned.

Pausing before responding, Amunet sat up slowly, her hands still protectively holding her stomach, "What are your intentions with me?" she repeated.

"You'll know soon enough," he said before beginning to laugh maniacally, throwing his head back in enjoyment as he did so.

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