Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Freya's Snare ❯ Demons at the Gate ( Chapter 2 )

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Freya's Snare 2:
Demons at the Gate
Author's Notes: Okay this is another A/U Almighty One knows I should finish working on the stories I already have up before working on this any others. But *shrugs* I am working on several one shots. One will be for YYH a series that I haven't worked on in months. Anyways, I will try and get this story slightly historical accurate. But there will be some changes in dealing with certain characters.
WARNING: RAPE!

I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters
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Arora Kendra, arose before the sun had awakened and ran her hands through her black hair to get the tangles out. She slipped into a simple light brown tunic and placed a loaf of bread and cheese wedge into her bag before placing it over her shoulders and heading out; pausing by the door to slip into her simple brown shoes. She went into the barn to collect her sheep and staff and they were off through the woods towards the meadow.

Arora and her little flock where there by sun up and she rested against on top of a boulder and simply enjoyed the rising sun while keeping an eye on her sheep. About an hour had passed when she noticed that one of her sheep had gone missing. She frowned and stood up her ears trained to hear the missing sheep and when she heard it in a path she took off after it; leaving the rest of her sheep unattended.

Ryou stood up and stretched before putting on his clothes: brown pants and a brown tunic; he grabbed some bread and cheese for himself and headed out for the black smith shop, under which he was apprenticed. Upon reaching there he greeted the aging black smith and promptly prepared to work on the finishing touches of the blade he was making for his cousin. He wanted the female to have some measure of protection while she was far from the village.

She could use the staff rather well, but still a knife would be better.

The old man watched Ryou Bakura Kendra finish fashioning the knife and was always surprised by the detail the frail young man, could put into his work. The boy was a gifted blacksmith despite the older man's doubts at first. The boy had always been weak and scrawny it seemed that his body would use up the food the faster then the boy could eat it. He sighed and shook his head; with the passing of his parents he had been left to fend for himself, then his cousin when her parents passed.

Sometimes life was not far, a fact that both Kendra children had learned at an early age. Still Ryou had done good for them and by them. Arora was held in high esteem in the church; despite her chosen profession in life and Ryou was already considering a marriage proposal for the girl that was long over due.

The elder blacksmith, knew the reason for him not wanting to pass on the responsibility of his cousin to another. Ryou was far to overprotective for his own good and that had gotten them a rather bad reputation amongst some of the villagers; it had lead several to question the girl's purity.

Rubbish of course, but still people talk, even polite people and it was sometimes hard to ignore the foolishness of the accusations. He knew it was hard on the cousins because few men would consider courting a woman of questionable virtue. Of course, several of the young females of the town were of questionable virtue, thanks to the oldest son of Lord Kaiba, Sir Seto Kaiba. He was handsome enough to charm many a female, married or not, into his bed and did so often.

Still the young male was a gifted knight, no denying that, but it bothered the old man that such a talented young man should be so callous with what would happen to others.

He blinked and watched his apprentice hold up the finished knife in satisfaction. The old blacksmith nodded in satisfaction when the younger turned to give him a questionable look. Holding out his hand, Ryou placed the knife in it and waited for the blacksmith to appraise it. The knife was decent in size and could do a good deal of damage if handled correctly; yet was surprisingly light weight. The blade was slightly curved with delicate crosses etched into the metal along with a prayer of protection. The hilt was small enough to fit well into a feminine hand yet would not fall out with the slight pressure from an opponent.

Ryou had done well on his own, for once.

“Well done Ryou,” said the blacksmith.

Ryou nodded and accepted the knife back sliding it back into the simple leather dagger he had crafted that could strap onto Arora's leg and not fall out if she fell; yet could easily be pulled out without fuss.

“I suspect you would like to take it to her now then?” asked the blacksmith his dark eyes wise. The pale male nodded and waited for permission from his elder which was granted soon enough. “Give her the knife and then come back we still have work to do!” He heard an affirmative from the young male and chuckled before turning to the horse shoes that needed to be crafted that day.

Arora stepped up the from the path the once missing sheep in front of her and froze, someone was trying to steal her sheep. “Get away from my sheep!” She shouted and then with a scream of rage she rush at the neartest male; her mind not registering the armor until she had slammed her staff down on the back of his head. The entire field went silent has the accosted male slowly turned his head and Arora was meet with the coldest, darkest, wine-red eyes she had ever seen. Her blue eyes watched has something flashed through his eyes and at the same instant her mind registered what, or rather who, they were.

“Vikings,” she whispered. Then she dropped the staff and took off running through the woods, avoiding the path to make it harder to track. She had one thought going through her mind. She had to warn the villagers of the Vikings. However, she never got far. With her mind intent on the path and mission before her she had failed to realize someone was following her so when she reached a small clearing not far from the path; she heard a faint whistling and then found herself colliding with the ground her head blinding in pain. She reached behind her and gently touched her head looking at the sticky wetness that was her blood.

She found herself being rolled over and screamed when she saw realized it was the same Viking that she had hit with her staff. She braced herself for death and closed her eyes; but they snapped open again when she felt his hands pawing at her tunic. She began screaming and thrashing even more which only seemed to amuse the man. He chuckled and ripped open the front of the tunic; causing her to scream even more.

“Get off me!” she screamed, reaching for his hands and trying to scratch at them to get them away.

The male responded by simply swatting her hands away and pushing the skirt of her tunic up around her waist and scratching at her undergarments. Screaming even more the girl grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it in the general direction of his eyes; he hollowed in rage and drew back swatting at his eyes slight allowing the girl to take off running her breasts sore from no support.

She screamed when she was tackled to the ground again found herself being smacked several times and sobbed hysterically has the man began to hold her hands above her head with one hand and finish what he started with another. When her undergarments had been ripped from her body the male above her removed his helmet and Arora was surprised to see such a beautiful, yet vile man. His hair of black, yellow, and red was held in a ponytail and his red-purple eyes stared at her with a dark intent. His free hand placed the helmet to the side and reached for his belt.

If Arora wasn't so swore from screaming she would have continued to do so; but all she found she could do was sob incoherently. She whimpered when he lay on her his large and warm skin pressing against her own in a clear violation of her purity.

Ryou froze he could hear someone whimpering and he crept forward to get a closer look and found his cousin under a male with what looked like a Viking helmet beside him. He grabbed the knife and unsheathed it and charged. It happened far to fast for him to notice what hit him. Ryou went flying back and slammed into a tree blood trickling down from his cheek; from the three deep slashes on his right cheek: one went from his forehead down and two others slashed near his nose and then straight across almost near his cheek.

Through his blurry vision he could see the invader holding the knife he had crafted for Arora and the latter trying to get away. The invader turned his attention back to her and laughed latching onto her legs and pulling her back to him ignoring her screams has he ripped apart her legs and plunged inside of her. Ryou struggled to his feet but collapsed his cousin's screams and the groans of the Viking being the last thing he heard before falling into darkness.

Meanwhile, the town of Chesterfield was in chaos; the Vikings were burning the houses to the ground and slaughtering everything and everyone that they didn't have need of. Seto was battling the Vikings that were invading the castle without armor; has the attack had come suddenly and he had had no time to put any on. He could hear the other knights in the palace and on the grounds fighting them off and could tell that they were evenly matched. A male that was almost has tall has him come up and started to attack him and Seto could tell that this male had a high status amongst the barbarians because no one else was interfering.

Pegasus, watched the young brown haired knight fight off his men and smirked to himself. The boy was proud and arrogant; he could tell by the way the boy moved and fought. His niece would enjoy breaking him; her birthday was coming up and she had need of a body guard. This barbarian would do rather nicely. He had no doubt that the knight might try to harm his niece but he also knew that his niece was more then capable of taking care of him.

With a twisted grin the platinum blonde Viking approached the brunette and attacked him. The two of them fought for what seemed like a long time, both evenly matched, before Pegasus withdrew a dagger and plunged it into Seto's sword arm; causing the young knight to drop his sword and Pegasus to knock him out.

“Bring him with us,” commanded Pegasus, nodding to the fallen knight. He turned around and came face to face with a small boy with long wild black hair tied in a knot at the nape of his neck and his blue eyes showing fear yet determination etched onto his face. “You can not be serious boy,” he snorted in amusement. “I would kill you before you could move that sword of yours.”

“I am not going to let you go anywhere with my brother,” declared the boy, moving into a rather clumsy yet decent stance.

Pegasus rolled his eyes and smacked the boy aside. “Bring him with us,” he said, stepping over him. “I am sure there will be some ruling family that will have need of him.”

Two men bent down to gather up Seto while another gathered up Mokuba and tossed him over his shoulder, The moment Pegasus stepped out of the castle he smirked at the carnage and watched the blonde haired male, Joey, give orders on what to do with the spoils of the battle. The slaves and cattle were then hearded back to the awaiting boats where their prince was waiting for them. A raven haired ghost of the girl that had hit him was with him, she was bloodied and her tunic was torn; from the look of smugness on the prince's face it would appear that he had had his fun with her.

“Load them onto the ships,” he commanded and his men immediately set about doing what they were told.