Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Age ❯ TSA-02 ( Chapter 2 )

A year passed, with armies of Nubia and Assyria attacking Egypt in the name of Set at the seductive words of the Setites that were whispered in the ears of the two lands. Before the foreign soldiers set foot upon the lands, Set had regained his lands, once again banishing Horus. Though he could not remove the reigning Pharaoh by force. Instead, they sent one of their best to whisper seductive words in the man's ear.

There best was young, and well respected, becoming more and more powerful each passing night. Upon the horizon Rome would come for them. Though it would be a while before that actually occurred. Perhaps ten years or more. But for now, keeping Yami in the dark of the Setites was their prime concern. For the Pharaoh was wising up to Seth, after a year of shunning his duties as a High Priest the Pharaoh could no longer turn a blind eye to the young man.

At this time, Seth was summoned to his Masters side, deep within the temple of Set in Tanis. The city was not overly abandoned, only the poor and wretched remained in the city, having no where else to go, and the city was slowly coming to life once again at the hands of the Setites. It had become a safe haven for thieves and murderers and Setites like Seth, becoming a cross road for trade and wares.

"My master?" Seth called out as he entered the last chamber of the tomb, looking about. There was nothing in the barren room, not even a sarcophagus. He figured he had made a mistake.

"No mistake, this is where I will sleep." Seth's Sire emerged from the shadows. He looked weary, young as ever, though he looked sleepy. "I know this is forbidden, I have told you never to do so, and never will you again, what I ask of you, but it must be done for you to carry on."

"Master?" Seth asked, confused. His Sire moved, waving his hand, his sleeping coffin appeared, as ornate as any other, yet it was the image of Set. Seth looked back to his Master who came to stand before his Childe.

"Drink of me Seth, taste me. My knowledge will be yours and I will watch over you. My power, take it to be as your own." Set murmured tilting his neck in offering.

"Diablerie is forbidden master." Seth stated, "I would be hunted down and killed."

"If you drink from me, none will be able to kill you. For you are not to kill me, but drink of me." Set stated. "Don't make me force you too. You are my truest childe, bearing part of my name in your own, your desires mirror mine as no other Setites do."

"Forgive me master." Seth murmured, swallowing as he leaned up, biting his master on the neck and drinking of him. If he thought the blood he had tasted before was ambrosia, then this was beyond such words. It was darkly sweet, filled with power untold that took hold of his very soul. He felt it flowing in his veins, a heady erotic caress of life like no other he had tasted. It was the erotic touch of death given life.

"Seth enough, you would take my life and I could not save you." Set murmured, Seth knowing all that he knew, which meant that the eating of ones peers was forbidden. Though this was Set sharing his soul with one he loved dearly. Which meant his childe knew who he was finally, he was no longer the nameless master. Seth pulled his fangs out gently, drunk from the power he had tasted, and he licked the wound in silent apology. "Now go my chi . . . Go now Seth, no longer my childe, but my equal. I will always love you the best."

"Master. . ." Seth murmured, his non-beating heart aching for his master. "I will love you always. I will miss you until your return." He helped his tired master into the coffin, closing the lid as he spoke on last final farewell. "Sleep well my master and may your dreams be truly beautiful as they should suit you."

Seth placed the lid on top, his hands lingering above the coffin. He stayed a moment, not wanting to leave the elder, his God-King, his Father. Fisting his hand upon the coffin he stared at the walls. "Yami will pay for this and all who oppose us my Master. Our enemies will fear us."

With that he left, closing the tomb behind himself and burying it under the sands. He found his own coffin and Dragged it out into the waste land of sand. Before Ra rose he buried himself in the shifting tides of golden grains until the next night fall. In his sleep he plotted Yami's demise, and somewhere in the far corner of his mind a voice whispered of how he would succeed.

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The weeks passed by, Seth and Yami at each other's throats. Yami wanted answers, as did everyone else. Seth had accumulated the Sennen Tauk for himself, along with the Rod and the Key. He was becoming more powerful, only seen at Night and was being hailed as the High Priest of Set. Rumors were afloat about the revered Priest, though Yami was starting to wonder about Seth's Loyalties.

And to top it all off, rumors of the Necromancer have filtered in from the edges of Egypt. Apparently the young Necromancer has been raising the dead. He had no shadow powers, but his magic was powerful to say the least. That was just to the East. Reports from the West say a crazed mad man slaughter two villages before burning it all into the ground and disappearing.

Upon this news arriving, days apart, Seth had excused himself from Yami's court. Yami, being furious by the Priest, was within a hairs breadth of banishing him.

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Seth entered what was left of the city, looking at the damage. His magical senses picked up the normal, 'something wasn't right'. His other senses, those of not being human. He smelled the old stench of burnt flesh, old dried blood, and the tangible taste of insanity. "Malkavian. . ."

"Who were you expecting? The Tremere?" A young man with pale hair and bright violet eyes asked. He was sitting atop the burnt out husk of a once was building. "No, No. They don't like you, they watch though. You are his Childer. He let you drink to become second to one. That he did and he would have forced you had not you been willing."

Seth narrowed his eyes at the truth. This youth was dressed in pants and a tunic like out of the East, though he look as if he was from the West. The man continued, his beautiful features dramatic and delicate. "But such erotic things I'd do it too. But now you can never do it again or can you? Powerful is that blood, but is it powerful enough?"

"I have no idea, I did My Masters bidding." Seth responded. Then he looked about the devastation of a once thriving town. "Why? Why so many lives just to get attention? They did nothing."

"I was hungry! I couldn't help meself! It was the smell of such blood!" The young man dropped down, crouching where he landed as he looked about. "Just between us though, be happy I didn't let them come back. Horrid. Horrid. To remember your death. You know the waking. I know the death. I remember dying."

"No wonder you're a lunatic." Seth murmured. "Do you plan on killing like this again?"

"No they killed my friend, and now they are all dead. They killed my Sire! They murdered him! My blood and soul shredded and it hurt so!" The blond shook his head, lost in his madness. Seth knew enough about the Malkavian clan to know they were highly unstable. Fear them, and respect them his master had stated. They were powerful.

"I understand your pain, some of it at least. I would ask you don't do this again, the Ventrue might come after you." Seth spoke softly. The young man paused and looked up at Seth with an almost child like look.

"They already do. I defended myself from them. I am hunted. . ." he murmured like a lost child. Seth felt his heart go out to the young man. Like if he were the childes' father. "I don't want to be hunted yet. Next year would be fine."

"Damn it. . ." Seth said as he looked around. The sun would rise with in hours. "This is against all rules." Seth said as he held his hand out to the Malkavian, something telling him it would be alright. "Come on, you can stay with me for the day, and if you want you can travel with me for a while."

The little Malkavian looked up at Seth, reaching out to take his hand. Seth pulled the boy up from the ground, guiding him out of the destroyed town. "Are you replacing my Sire now?"

"No I'm not replacing anyone, Just becoming a part of your life for a time." Seth returned as he headed back into the desert with his new found companion. They would have to share his coffin as they went to visit the Necromancer. It could all prove very interesting indeed.

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Seth wasn't sure if he was regretting befriending the Malkavian or not. If he had to hear one more rendition of 'One Hundred Corpses on the wall', he was going to scream. And when singing this song weren't you suppose to count down and not up? He was vaguely aware that was the point of the song.

"I'm hungry!" Kezkel whined. "Seth-ie, Me want Food-ie." He rubbed up on Seth's shoulder with his mouth, making his teeth felt, not biting though.

"You are not eating this camel! You had the last one, now wait!" Seth sighed, ready to pull at his hair. Behind him Kezkel pouted but stayed silent. It was worse than baby sitting! A lot worse!

"Oh, look a boat! Can I go feed now Seth-ie!" Kezkel asked excitedly. Seth stopped the Camel and thought about it. Another hour of riding, they could sleep in the desert and arrive at the Necromancers in no time tomorrow night.

"Yes, let's have a small meal before the camel suffers." Seth murmured with a nod. Kezkel cheered and jumped off the camel, more like flew off, the Twelfth Generation vampire having more skills than he should have had. Seth dismounted, following the lunatic.

Within the boat there were three people, two men and a women. Kezkel turned and looked at Seth, making sleeping motions. Seth nodded as they entered the house boat quietly. Seth took one of the men while Kezkel took the other, both of them feeding quickly.

Leaving enough blood in the corpses they turned their attention to the woman. At this point they could be brutal and make her scream. The men couldn't run, they were barely alive. Kezkel Attacked her first, tearing into her neck. She woke up screaming, her thin arms flailing about as she hit him weakly. Seth Joined in, grabbing a wrist and biting in as they feasted upon her blood. Soon her struggles died down to nothing.

Kezkel pulled back with an almost drunken grin, sated for the time. He could go days without food, but rarely did, only eating five times in the last week, this would be the sixth. Seth smirked, feeling the same effect, though after having his masters blood it wasn't quiet the same as it once was.

"We need to cover our deed up now Kezkel." Seth murmured, Kezkel nodded and licked Seth's chin quickly. He took a deep breath and then letting it go in a fit of giggling he started tearing up the corpses, painting the room in blood and flesh. Ripping the head off of all three corpses.

Seth winced as Kezkel punched a hole in one of the men's chest and pulled his still beating heart out in the same move he ripped the mans head off. No wonder they were so feared, though their deeds make them insane they still commit them as brutally as any Vampire. Kezkel put the organ in his mouth with a grin, blood staining his entire front side. "Rwedy oo Go Sefie?"

"Let's get out of here, and leave the chew toy." Seth commanded as he left. Behind him, Kezkel shrugged and bit the stilled organ into two, the pieces falling from his mouth.

"Bye Bye nice People!" Kezkel waved to the corpses in the blood covered room, what was left of them, as he followed Seth. They made way into the desert, stopping just before the dawn to sleep under the sands. Tomorrow night Seth would meet the most feared Necromancer since Set's awakening of the Bane. . .

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Katsu Chuckled as he stared into the pool of blood, the image of two figures approaching His citadel on foot. Katsu watched the image closely his golden hair cascading around his features as his bejeweled hand came up to dab at the red liquid. He was covered with jewels, upon his brow, hanging from his ears and around his neck. His hands were practically armored in gold rings that graced his fingers all the way to the tips to end in sharp claws; his entire forearms armored with gold that curved around his elbow and up the back of his arm almost to his shoulder.

He had lived in this part of Egypt for years and here recently the deeds of his acts had reached Pharaoh's ears for the first time. He had heard rumors that the Pharaoh was going to deal with him. He must have finally gotten attention with raising a grave yard in test of his power. He had violated the ancient law that none would raise those who rest in peace and now he had gotten noticed. He smiled, making little swirls in the blood of his father that he used for scrying. "Those who come to this castle or either fools or morons. Which are you?"

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{Five pages there, so that was short. What do you think of Kez? A little sane perhaps? Oh well [shrugs] he gets even more batshit later. And Yes Katsu is Jou. It was from an RP, this is why Jou hates Zombies and ghosts, and if he ever had a Yami, it would be the necromancer.}