Angels and Demons

Me: Ok everyone here’s chapter 13 to Angels and Demons again I know you all been wondering what Yami saw in chapter 11 well your about to find out, again thank you all who have be patient with me in updating , for me this isn’t easy especially when your doing 8 stories for Fanfiction and 4 for Adultfanfiction
Hikari shadowcat: Again thankyou to everyone from AdultFanfiction and Fanfiction who have been reading this story when we get a chance to update this story and hope to see more lovely reviews from all who’s stayed and read this story
Me: Anyway enjoy and don't forget to review also I will be updating again this weekend
Character information on who's appeared so far.
Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....
Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist, and catholic priest
Arthur Hawkins: The leader of CERN, also a physicist
Yami Motou: A Symbologist, teacher, one of the main characters
????: Dark character, leader of the brotherhood, Janus
Rex Raptor: The airplane pilot, driver, and escort
Espa Roba: Sentry
Maximillion Pegasus: Inventor and Physicists at CERN
Tea Gardner: Prostitute, sex slave for the Hassassin
Duke Devlin: Young Guard
(OTHERS WILL APPEAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)
Hikari shadowcat: Anyway rated R for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also we forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else we add to the story.
Me: anyway, we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by: Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no suing so enjoy and remember to review.

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Chapter 13
Motou stared in bewilderment at the study before him. “What is this place?” Despite the welcome blast of warm air on his face, he stepped through the door with trepidation.
Hawkin said nothing as he followed Motou inside.
Motou scanned the room, not having the slightest idea what to make of it. It contained the most peculiar mix of artifacts he had ever seen. On the far wall dominating the décor, was an enormous wooden crucifix, which Motou placed as fourteenth-century Spanish. Above the cruciform, suspended from the ceiling, was a metallic mobile of the Virgin Mary, and beside that was a laminated periodic table of elements. On the sidewall, two additional brass cruciform flanked a poster of Albert Einstein, his famous quote reading, GOD DOES NOT PLAY DICE WITH THE UNIVERSE.
Motou moved into the room, looking around in astonishment. A leather-bound Bible sat on Mutou’s desk beside a plastic Bohr model of an atom and a miniature replica of Michelangelo’s Moses.
Talk about eclectic, Motou thought. The warmth felt good, but something about the décor sent a new set of chills through his body. He felt like he was witnessing the clash of two philosophical titans….an unsettling of opposing forces. He scanned the titles on the bookshelf:
The God Particle
The Tao of Physics
God: The Evidence
One of the bookends was etched with a quote:
True science discovers God
Waiting behind every door.
----Pope Pius XII
“Solomon was a Catholic priest,” Hawkin said.
Motou turned. “A priest? I thought you said he was a physicist.”
“He was both. Men of Science and Religion are not unprecedented in history. Solomon was one of them. He considered physics ‘God natural law.’ He claimed God’s handwriting was visible in the natural order all around us. Though Science has hoped to prove God’s existence to the doubting masses. He considered himself a theo-physicist.”
Theo-physicist? Motou thought it sounded impossibly oxymoronic.
“The field of particle physics,” Hawkin said, “has made some shocking discoveries lately----discoveries quite spiritual in implication. Solomon was responsible for many of them.”
Motou studied CERN’s director, still trying to process the bizarre surroundings. “Spirituality and physics?” Motou had spent his career studying religious history, and if there was one recurring theme, it was that science and religion had been oil and water since day one…….archenemies…….unmixable.
“Mutou was on the cutting edge of particle physics,” Hawkin said. “He was starting to fuse science and religion……showing that they complement each other in most unanticipated ways. He called the field New Physics.” Hawkin pulled a book from the self and handed it to Motou.
Motou studied the cover, God, Miracles, and the New Physics----By: Solomon Mutou.
“The field is small,” Hawkin said, “but it’s bringing fresh answers to some old questions----questions about the origin of the universe and the forces that bind us all. Solomon believed his research has the potential to convert millions to a more spiritual life. Last year he categorically proved the existence of an energy force that unites us all. He actually demonstrated that we are all physically connected….that the molecules in your body are intertwined with the molecules in mine……that there is a single force ng ing in within all of us.”
Motou felt disconcerted. And the power of God shall unite us all. “Mr. Mutou actually found a way to demonstrate that particles are connected?”
“Conclusive evidence. A recent Scientific American article hailed New Physics as a surer path to God than religion itself.”
The comment hit home. Motou suddenly found himself thinking of the antireligious illuminati. Reluctantly, he forced himself to permit a momentary intellectual foray into the impossible. If the illuminati were indeed still active, would they have killed Solomon to stop him from bringing his religious message to masses? Motou shook off the thought. Absurd! The illuminati are Ancient History! All academics know that!
“Mutou had plenty of enemies in the scientific world,” Hawkin went on. “Many scientific purists despised him. Even here at CERN. They felt that using analytical physics to support religious principles was treason against science.”
“But aren’t scientists today a bit less defensive about the church?”
Hawkin grunted in disgust. “Why should we be? The church may not be burning scientists at the stake anymore, but if you think they’ve released their reign over science, ask yourself why half the schools in your country are not allowed to teach evolution. Ask yourself why the U.S. Christian Coalition is the most influential lobby against scientific progress in the world. The battle between science and religion is still raging, Mr. Motou. It has moved from the battlefields to the boardrooms, but it is still raging.
”Motou realized Hawkin was right. Just last week the Harvard school of Divinity had marched on the Biology building, protesting the genetic engineering taking place in the graduate program. The chairman of the Bio Department, farmed ornithologist Richard Aaronian, his office windows. The banner depicted the Christian “fish” modified with four little feet—a tribute, Aaronian claimed, to the African lungfishes “evolution onto dryland. Beneath the fish, instead of the word “Jesus” was the proclamation “DARWIN!”
A sharp beeping sound cut the air and Motou looked up. Hawkin reached down into the array of electronics on his wheelchair. He slipped a beeper out of its holder and read the incoming message.
“Good. That is Solomon’s grandson. Mr. Mutou is arrivit tht the helipad right now. We will meet him there. I think it best he not come up here and see his grandfather this way.”
Motou agreed. It would be a shock no child deserved.
“I will ask Mr. Mutou to explain the project he and his grandfather have been working on…..perhaps shedding light on why he was murdered.”
“You think Mutou’s work is why he was killed?”
“Quite possibly. Solomon told me he was working on something groundbreaking. That is all he said. He had become very secretive about the project. He had a private lab and demanded seclusion, which I gladly afforded him on account of his brilliance. His work had been consuming huge amounts of electric power lately, but I refrained from questioning him.” Hawkin rotated toward the study door. “There is, however, one more thing you need to know before we leave this flat.”
Motou was not sure he wanted to hear it.
“An item was stolen from Mutou by his murderer.”
“An item?”
“Follow me.”
The director propelled his wheelchair back into the fog living room. Motou followed, not knowing what to expect. in min maneuvered to within inches of Mutou’s body and stopped. He ushered Motou to join him. Reluctantly, Motou came close, bile rising in his throat at the smell of the victims frozen urine. (A/N: Sorry not trying to gross you all out but that’s how it came out)
“Look at his face,” Hawkin said.
Look at his face? Motou frowned. I thought you said something was stolen.
Hesitantly, Motou knelt down. He tried to see Mutou’s face, but the head was twisted 180 degrees backward, his face pressnto nto the carpet.
Struggling against his handicap Hawkin reached down and carefully twisted Mutou’s frozen head. Cracking loudly, the corpse’s face rotated into view, contorted in agony. Hawkin held it there a moment.
“Sweet Jesus!” Motou cried, stumbling back in horror. Mutou’s face was covered in blood. A single blue violet eye stared lesslessly back at him. The other socket was tattered and empty. “They stole his eye?”

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Me: OMG, this was a long chapter to write out, on paper it took 7 sheets and on the computer it takes 3 sheets.
Hikari shadowcat: Anyway hope it was ok and not to gross for anyone who might hate us now.
Me: Anyway the next chapter, which is chapter 14, should be out Saturday if not Friday since were almost finished writing it out.
Hikari shadowcat: Also in chapter 14 Yugi finally comes into the story after 13 chapters that we’ve posted
Me: Anyway you know what to do please R&R.