AN: Don't own Yu Gi Oh...more abstract this time, YY centric with only hints of Yuugi's existence. Hope you guys don't hate it. Thanks!

27. Lost

He was falling. Falling through Hellfire and brimstone. Falling through snow and icicle towers. Through darkness and stalagmites. Through sun and beams of light.

His soul was tortured; pulled this way and that by the hand of God and the products of his own warped mind. Every second of existence was agony. Every moment lasted beyond an eternity.

He writhed within the confines of his own trapped ego. His id screamed deep in his psyche, cracked and disappeared under the insistent and enduring onslaught of horrific degradation.

With the wrath of a viper's fangs did he curse them: his creator, his mother and father, the gods, and all those whom his mind distantly remembered. He cursed their souls to suffer the same fate as his own; he spat out pleas for their damnation. Half lucid and half mad he begged for all to be consumed.

Deterioration, destruction; etched away at and worn down; being endlessly torn apart and sown back together in freakish mutation. It carried on eternally, timelessly.

Then a light appeared that did not burn, did not pierce or blind. There was time once more. The shining brightness was harsh with purity, with unadulterated benevolence. It stood before him.

It did not beckon him. It cowered away from his very being; pulled back from his radiating taint. He did not care. The light was the portal to the world beyond his own; this was the doorway to existence away from his cursed own.

Violently he pushed through. He tore at the edges of the sparkling white exterior; he ignored its cries. There was air here, there was breath here. The end had finally come. Time and space were definable beings once more.

There were others here too. Creatures who gave company to the demons filling every bit of him. They mimicked him; they mocked him. They did not know to whom they spoke. Soon they would learn.

Pulsing joy like a fine metal thread ran down his soul; he shivered. It was time to repay the world all the favors it had bestowed upon him. It was time to give birth to the curses his insanity craved.

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