Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Unforgiven Outcast ❯ Power Masks the Heart ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4
~Power Masks the Heart~

Darkness coveted the normally translucent country as the thick air seemed to grow. The moon hung fill yet dim in the night sky, a hint of red forming on it’s edges. It was a bad omen for the people of Kemet and their royal family.

Deep within the walls of the Pharaoh’s palace, a deadly follower of Amoset had been residing for some time, waiting for the chance to strike down. A vengeful creature who would gladly take their own life if it meant the end of the one creature they could not stand. The deadly avenger who wished to kill a god.

Troubled crimson eyes, dazed slightly in masked pain, stared outside, transfixed on the dim illumination. Golden bangs framed the lightly tanned face while long locks of midnight black fell down her back. The woman seemed to be hunched over in pain as she clutched something to her chest. The strange object shimmered gold against her pure white robes.

The Pharaoh’s wife was awaiting her husbands return from his meeting with the counsel, her frail form often having trouble doing so. She knew how much he hated it when she was sleeping before he got there, so she stayed up. Most of the time she had to fight, but this night was seemingly different. She knew her time was almost over, knew that she would only suffer if she stayed in the world of the living.

It seemed as though the woman was fighting her inner conflict, a conflict that would decide the fate of herself, her family, and her people. She sighed, casting her eyes up to the air. If she did not do it, He would come, and it would be the end for everyone. She remembered the eyes, filled with death, and the heart as black as obsidian.

She brought a tanned hand to her face, caressing it gently, wiping up the stray tear that had found its way down her cheek. She coughed, doubling over in pain. Seeming alright after a few coughs, she lifted her head, gazing at the scarlet liquid that was now on her hand. She was getting worse, that much the woman knew.

A knock turned her attention to the door, long locks of raven swishing as she turned. “Y-Yes?” She called out breathlessly.

The door slowly slipped open, revealing an angered Pharaoh. He seemed to calculate her, eyeing her with disgust. Slowly, as though he was a mighty lion stalking his prey, the man came forwards, circling the ill woman.

“You should have stayed out of it.” He hissed, bringing his hand in contact with the woman’s face. “You should have kept by my side.” He slapped her again, sending her to the floor with a split lip. This cold brown eyes gazed down at her, and just like before, the first woman of Kemet could not recognize the man she fell in love with.

Ruby eyes widened as they stared at the possessed and mad look of the man who was almost on her now. He looked as though he was a starved man. “S-Stop it.” She whispered, shaking her head. He did not stop though. The crazed man kept on coming.

One step.

Another step.

Her breath hitched as he pounced. She tried to scramble up from where she landed on the floor, but found herself pinned there a moment later. “G-Get off!” She shouted as loud as she could. She could feel the cold metal against her leg, the cool gold of the knife.

He eyes widened when the Pharaoh ground his hips into hers. He only seemed to want her more when she let out a feint whimper of pain and irritation. She did not want it this night. Her eyes locked onto his emotionless ones as her knee went up, hitting his hardening member.

A loud groan escaped his lips, but he did not move from his place on top of his wife. Her actions seemed to make him want her more. His nimble fingers began to grasp at her robes, ripping them from her frame. He did not hear her cries of protest or her cries of pain. The Pharaoh was blind to her tears, the salty liquid that seemed to be pooling around her face, sticking in her hair, streaming from her eyes.

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In a quick motion the woman was nude, shivering as the crisp night air hit her freshly exposed flesh. Ample breast seemed to harden under the cold, and the man’s mouth began to attack them, caressing the pert nipple with his tongue. Sharp teen grasped hold as strong fingers began to twist the other harshly until it was a fiery red.

She cried out sharply, her back arching up into the man. “Touch yourself.” He whispered into her ear after he had finished his he now scarlet breast.

She looked up in disgust, her hand moving downwards, trailing across the smooth flesh of her torso, traveling dangerously downwards. Her hand stopped, feeling something cold across her fingertips. Her eyes looked thoughtful for a moment before a smile came over her face. “Why not just take me now?” She whispered, pressing her palm against his hardening member, feeling his shenti starting to dampen. “I can tell that you want to.”

The seemed thoughtful for a moment before he pilled back a little, straddling her torso, while he worked on taking his shenti off. She felt a wave of sickness crash down on her as she felt his cock brush against her chest, resting firmly between the mounds of flesh she bore. She could feel the thick white substance collecting at the tip, dripping down only to pool around her chest and slid into her hair.

Within moments, the man had finished with the offending cloth, tossing it over his shoulder before he shifted. He lifted his hips, starting to move them towards their destination. She seemed to notice this and her eyes grew wide. “W-wait, would you not rather be more comfortable?” She asked, knowing the cold floor would not be the ideal place.

The Pharaoh knew he would not be denied. He slowly got to his feet, moving to lay on the bed. “Ride me.” He whispered in a husky tone.

She bit her lip, tasting the coppery blood on her tongue. Slowly she stood, grasping the golden knife in her fingers. The gold felt right, felt true, in her grasp. With a bit of hesitance, the woman moved, climbing onto the man with the knife behind her.

He smirked, knowing he was going to get what was coming to him. She knew that was what he though, but she also knew how true it was. He would get just what he deserved. She quickly straddled him, pressing her hips down on his engrossed cock, letting out a whimper of pain.

He seemed to grow more excited at her whimper, and he flipped her down as quickly as she had embedded him inside of her. She cried out as his hips started to rock, drawing himself out and then pounding back in, not caring how much it hurt her. He bent down to bite at her neck, and her arms moved around to pull his closer.

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Crimson eyes seemed to be lost in pain as the woman plunged the knife deep into the man’s back. He was no longer her Pharaoh, that had all changed when he killed her son. Her innocent little boy had died because of the monster who had attacked her. She HATED him.

“Open your eyes next time you want to make love to someone.” She whispered, the mark of Amoset glowing brightly on her neck where the number of necklaces she wore normally covered. “I will see you in the afterlife.” She whispered, watching his eyes dull out as crimson pooled around her.

She pushed the dead body off of her, stiffly walking with the shimmering knife in her grasp. The dull glow of the now bloody moon seemed to bath her in just enough light. She looked at the shimmering velvety red that dripped from her frame and from the gold. “Atemu, You will make a great Pharaoh. Please, Forgive me.” She whispered, bringing the knife up in both her hands.

She took a deep breath. “Yuugi, the leader of Amoset, I beg of you, guide my boy to the right path, protect him. Your people’s deaths will not have been in vein.” She whispered, knowing the boy who slept still would know. She knew, that he would not understand, but deep down, he would know. With that, she brought the knife down, piercing her heart.

Crimson liquid dripped down, flowing freely from her body as she tumbled to the floor. “Be wary of the demon.” She whispered, taking her last breath as she tumbled to the floor in a puddle of warm scarlet.

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Atemu looked down at the figure clutching to him, he could feel the little one slowly calm down. His hand rested against the boy’s silk locks, caressing them in a soothing manner. He frowned when Yuugi stiffened. “Is something wrong?” He asked, almost unsure.

The boy looked up with large violet eyes, whispering something that the teen did not understand. “What was that?” he asked, pushing the other away to he could clearly look at the boy.

“The woman is dead. The warm crying woman of Amoset.” It did not seem to bother him to speak of death, but he was somewhat disturbed that she had died. “She-she took her life and another with her.” He shook his head, shivering before he pushed himself back into the warm depths of Atemu’s chest.

The crimson eyes teen looked thoughtful for a moment. There was no way the woman from before would take her own life. His gazed turned to the balcony, gazing out at the bloody moon that loomed overhead. “Hey, Isis said mom wanted to meet with you.” He whispered, trying to be as kind to the boy as he could. “Lets go and see her now that you are awake.”

The small teen’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He shook his head ‘no’, but the other did not seem to notice as he picked up the sickeningly thin teen. He scowled, knowing that they would have to give him a proper meal when they were done.

He could feel the teen whimper, struggling to get free as they headed down towards his mother’s rooms.

Atemu could not understand what would get the small boy so worked up. It was not as though his mother would hurt the boy. “Yuugi, it is alright, my mother is kind, she would never hurt anyone.” The boy did not seem to falter in his thrashing about.

Yuugi whimpered when he realized there was nothing he could do to get away. He could smell death, he could sense pain and suffering from down the ever expanding hall. “N-no.” He whispered, burring his head in the other’s neck.

Atemu frowned, still baffled as he pushed open the large doors of his mother’s rooms.

The young man was not prepared for what he saw. He sunk to his knees, his eyes gazing at the blood that coveted his mothers room. He set Yuugi down, looking to the bed where his father was lifelessly lying. His breath hitched, and he was forced to look away.

That was when his eyes met the lifeless body on the floor. The blood seemed to cover it, and he could tell, he knew it was his mother. He saw the crimson stained bangs that had once been the same gold as his own. He doubled over, emptying his stomach on the floor.

Atemu was hardly aware of the gentle touch on his back, or the tiny frame that embraced him when he had finished. He did nor become aware of what was doing on until he heard a soft voice cooing in his ear, whispering that everything would be alright.

Tears spilled from his eyes as the new Pharaoh clutched onto the boy as though he were a lifeline. “Yuugi.” He choked on the word, cutting back a sob as he pulled them both from the room and shut the door, not wanting to look back. He seemed content enough to rest on the door, holding the whipping boy close.

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Hee Longer than my others, but this one I know will make people shoot me. *is shot* Ouch.

Well, I am going to start on the next chapter, and you should all be happy, because I just finished the ONLY Male/Female Sex in this whole story. Lol All the rest are all male/male

R&R please, it feeds me!