Tearing Pieces from the Dark
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,125
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The New Master's Intro
See part one for details.
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The figure watched intensely from his plush seat. Extended muscular legs clad in loose navy pants were lifted to rest on a mahogany wood desk while his hands were resting with interlaced fingers over the pyramid dangling comfortably from his neck. The entire body of this male was long, and below the thick skin his coiled muscles covered his skeleton. He was hard and toned with strength to overcome any battle. His mind was sharp and his will undaunting. Over his torso he wore an imitation snake skin shirt which displayed his developed planes and curves most aesthetically. Around his neck a serpentine band of flint was the only other decoration that adorned his body.
Shoulder length charcoal hair with yellow hightights framed a tan stoic face. The man's dark brown eyes, that possessed an odd yellow ring around the iris when looked closely upon, watched the small monitor on his desk avidly; drinking in every movement the Pharaoh made as he paced his small cell with restless violence.
A smile spread over his thin lips as he unconsciously caressed the millennium puzzle resting on his chest. His serpentine tanned fingers treating it as though it were the heated skin of a lover and not an empty pendent. His pupils flexed suddenly in the dim light of his office becoming long narrow slits of dark surrounded by the brown and bright yellow of his iris. A moment later he blinked and they seemed to return to a more human shape.
A dark chuckle rose from his throat as he continued to watch the Pharaoh in his cage. A magnificent being of power. The dark spirit was pacing, as golden and entrancing as a wild cat in a circus display.
The man whose name wasraveraved on a cheep piece of plastic on his desk continued to study the line of the Pharaoh's proud features and revel in the fury that radiated in dark wisps around his powerful form. The man's strange eyes noted the shadows in the corners of the Pharaoh's room stirring sluggishly, reaching out to touch their master. To encase his flesh and answer his dark will.
Yet, the Pharaoh did not call them to him. He simply paced in rage, seething, causing the shadows in the room to churn in equal rage.
The man leaned back in his office chair, tucking his hands behind his head in lazy contemplation. After a time he pulled one hand down to gaze at the off tattoo on the palm. Barely noticeable unless one knew to look for it. He watched with slit eyes as the lines began to awaken and glow in a sickly green before he closed his palm and silenced the powers.
The eye was not the same as the one that decorated the puzzle or opened on the Yami pacing in his cell. It was not the eye of Horus. That eye of rebirth. The eye that opened the powers of chaos and everliving darkness on this 's h's hand was to be feared before Horus had even opened his.
This man lived for the dand cnd chaos. He lived for the stimulation of the ever-constant battle to destroy the light and the ancient gods who lived in it. He was beyond the creation, existing before and churning in the void.
everevery time he came near victory of destroying the light ship he had been destroyed once again. Only to rejuvenate in the cold dand snd strive to take out his enemies once more.
But this time, he would win. Because instead of battling Re, he was going to use his representative's shadow forces to enhance his own. The shadow realm would be set lose over that of the living world. And this being would reign supreme, the Yamis as his minions.
He chuckled again and closed his eyes, fondling the puzzle affectionately.
The small, static white letters in his name plate standing out palely against the dark background. The engraved plastic read flatly, 'Anaconda A. Smith' the unassuming middle initial standing for Apophis.
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Author's blurb:
*hugs!* thank you Sansi for the review ^.^ My muses (I have 7 of the creatures running feral through my brain) have engraved your name on their inflated ego plaque of gratitude, one of their most prized posionsions.
And just for the record…a smidgen about Apophis, ((taken from touregypt.net, I was too lazy to do a summary myself)):
Apophis (Egyptian Apep) was the great adversary of the sun god, Re and was the very embodiment of the powers of dissolution, darkness and non-being. Hence, he was a sort of void or "black hole" forcing those he swallowed into that non-existence which the Egyptians feared so greatly. Being completely outside of the natural world, he was believed to require no nourishment other than to "breathe" his own shouts. He was a huge serpent who was thought to have existed at the beginning of time in the waters of primeval chaos prior to creation and his power was so great that it was thought that he would continue to exist in an endlessly malevolent cycle of attack, defeat and resurgent attack.
==== @-}--}--- ====
The figure watched intensely from his plush seat. Extended muscular legs clad in loose navy pants were lifted to rest on a mahogany wood desk while his hands were resting with interlaced fingers over the pyramid dangling comfortably from his neck. The entire body of this male was long, and below the thick skin his coiled muscles covered his skeleton. He was hard and toned with strength to overcome any battle. His mind was sharp and his will undaunting. Over his torso he wore an imitation snake skin shirt which displayed his developed planes and curves most aesthetically. Around his neck a serpentine band of flint was the only other decoration that adorned his body.
Shoulder length charcoal hair with yellow hightights framed a tan stoic face. The man's dark brown eyes, that possessed an odd yellow ring around the iris when looked closely upon, watched the small monitor on his desk avidly; drinking in every movement the Pharaoh made as he paced his small cell with restless violence.
A smile spread over his thin lips as he unconsciously caressed the millennium puzzle resting on his chest. His serpentine tanned fingers treating it as though it were the heated skin of a lover and not an empty pendent. His pupils flexed suddenly in the dim light of his office becoming long narrow slits of dark surrounded by the brown and bright yellow of his iris. A moment later he blinked and they seemed to return to a more human shape.
A dark chuckle rose from his throat as he continued to watch the Pharaoh in his cage. A magnificent being of power. The dark spirit was pacing, as golden and entrancing as a wild cat in a circus display.
The man whose name wasraveraved on a cheep piece of plastic on his desk continued to study the line of the Pharaoh's proud features and revel in the fury that radiated in dark wisps around his powerful form. The man's strange eyes noted the shadows in the corners of the Pharaoh's room stirring sluggishly, reaching out to touch their master. To encase his flesh and answer his dark will.
Yet, the Pharaoh did not call them to him. He simply paced in rage, seething, causing the shadows in the room to churn in equal rage.
The man leaned back in his office chair, tucking his hands behind his head in lazy contemplation. After a time he pulled one hand down to gaze at the off tattoo on the palm. Barely noticeable unless one knew to look for it. He watched with slit eyes as the lines began to awaken and glow in a sickly green before he closed his palm and silenced the powers.
The eye was not the same as the one that decorated the puzzle or opened on the Yami pacing in his cell. It was not the eye of Horus. That eye of rebirth. The eye that opened the powers of chaos and everliving darkness on this 's h's hand was to be feared before Horus had even opened his.
This man lived for the dand cnd chaos. He lived for the stimulation of the ever-constant battle to destroy the light and the ancient gods who lived in it. He was beyond the creation, existing before and churning in the void.
everevery time he came near victory of destroying the light ship he had been destroyed once again. Only to rejuvenate in the cold dand snd strive to take out his enemies once more.
But this time, he would win. Because instead of battling Re, he was going to use his representative's shadow forces to enhance his own. The shadow realm would be set lose over that of the living world. And this being would reign supreme, the Yamis as his minions.
He chuckled again and closed his eyes, fondling the puzzle affectionately.
The small, static white letters in his name plate standing out palely against the dark background. The engraved plastic read flatly, 'Anaconda A. Smith' the unassuming middle initial standing for Apophis.
==== @-}--}--- ====
Author's blurb:
*hugs!* thank you Sansi for the review ^.^ My muses (I have 7 of the creatures running feral through my brain) have engraved your name on their inflated ego plaque of gratitude, one of their most prized posionsions.
And just for the record…a smidgen about Apophis, ((taken from touregypt.net, I was too lazy to do a summary myself)):
Apophis (Egyptian Apep) was the great adversary of the sun god, Re and was the very embodiment of the powers of dissolution, darkness and non-being. Hence, he was a sort of void or "black hole" forcing those he swallowed into that non-existence which the Egyptians feared so greatly. Being completely outside of the natural world, he was believed to require no nourishment other than to "breathe" his own shouts. He was a huge serpent who was thought to have existed at the beginning of time in the waters of primeval chaos prior to creation and his power was so great that it was thought that he would continue to exist in an endlessly malevolent cycle of attack, defeat and resurgent attack.