FVN Chapter 28 - 28
Chapter 28 - 28
Chapter 28
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The room was dark, lit only by the light of the small desk lamp and the street lights outside Yugi's window. It made the shadows all the darker, wavering against his walls as he sat hunched over his desk, fingers working quickly as he twisted and turned the golden pieces, trying to find the right way to lock them together. He saw now that the puzzle was taking on a pyramid shape but even then it was hard for him to get everything lined up just right. It was... it was almost like the puzzle was doing all it could to stay broken. To remain the jumbled mess it had been when he'd first received it.
His back ached from being in that same position for so long but still Yugi worked. He set down one piece and grabbed enough and after a few moments was able to figure out how to rotate it to fit into the teeth of another. And those two, in turned, formed a corner that locked into the main body...
It was all coming together so quickly! Far quicker than before. He'd spent months working on this puzzle and not even getting two pieces to connect together but tonight everything was beginning to fall into place! The puzzle was coming together and he felt the need, the drive, to see the ancient relic at long last be made whole once again!
The door to his bedroom creaked open and Yugi barely glanced away from the puzzle to see that it was just his grandfather coming in. Most likely to check on him... from the cramps that suddenly flared up in his stomach Yugi realized that he had missed supper.
"Yugi, would you come out of there! You need to-" his grandfather stopped, staring at the bits of gold on Yugi's desk, which the boy had been unable to hide before the old man spotted them. "...you thieving little bastard."
"Leave me be, I'm almost done!" Yugi exclaimed, turning from the enraged form of his grandfather and focusing once more on the puzzle.
"Almost... you stole from me! ME!" He rushed forward and grabbed Yugi's wrist, squeezing it hard and giving the boy a shake. "Your whore of a mother abandoned you on my doorstep. You forget that? I provide for you, give you food and shelter... and you STEAL from me?!?" Spittle flew from his lips and the words left his tongue like a whip's crack. "You'd be dead without me! And you take what is MINE?!"
"Why do you care?" Yugi snarled as he ripped his arm free from the old man's grasp. He glared at his grandpa as he wrapped his arms around the puzzle pieces, ready in case the old man suddenly decided to lunge for the relic and try and reclaim it. "This was just sitting in your room, gathering dust!"
"I was solving it!"
"And failing!" Yugi shot back. "You've had this puzzle for over a decade and couldn't even get two pieces together! You didn't even notice it was gone! I've had it for months and you didn't even realize it! You're only mad because I'm about to do what you never could: I'm going to solve it."
"You... what?" That caused the old man to pause, to finally see just what Yugi had been doing. "You... you solved it?"
"I have!" Yugi said, excited. "No one else in the world could have done it... even you couldn't do it... but I did." Yugi snapped another piece into place and took a breath, holding out the final bit of gold that was needed to finish the Millennium Puzzle. "I did it. And everyone is going to know it. I'm going to reveal to the world that I managed to solve the Millennium Puzzle and then everyone will have to notice me!" His smile fell as he thought of the laughter from his schoolmates, how the teachers constantly dismissed him, how his entire life had been spent as merely a footnote rather than someone the world saw and respected. "No more ignoring me... everyone is going to know I'm the best!" He flashed a smug grin at his grandfather. "Even better than you. You couldn't solve it... but I did. I solved it. And with this I'm going to go places! I'm going to get money, and power, and-"
Pain exploded across his head.
His face collided with the desk, nose shattering as he struck the corner, and he fell down on the ground in a crumpled puddle of limbs. A kick to his gut had him curling in on himself, but that only left his back exposes and he cried out when another strike sent agony raising across his spine. He tried to wiggle away but his eyes were swirling... or the room was... or maybe nothing was spinning at all. He couldn't tell anymore. He tried to crawl away only for a sharp pain to fill his ankle, the snap of the bone as it shattered. He howled and sobbed, twisting back and forth till a meaty hand grabbed his hair and forced his head up.
"G-grandpa?" he whispered, coughing up a wad of blood.
The old man considered him for a moment before he slammed Yugi's face down into the hardwood floor, breaking his right eye socket completely.
"That was my puzzle, boy," his grandpa hissed. "I found it in that tomb. Me. I risked the traps. I fought my way out of Egypt. I did all of that... and if you think for one SECOND I'm letting you take all the glory you are wrong." He slammed Yugi's head down again before he walked over to the desk and took the puzzle, holding it up and staring at it with an intent gaze that would cause any living creature that saw it sent their way to shiver in fear and loathing. "You were always a fool, Yugi. Wasting your life dreaming of being someone bigger and better and never doing anything about it! Lazy brat... you just expected the world to give you all you wanted! You never worked for it! 'I want to date this girl, grandpa!' 'I wish we had more money, grandpa!' 'Why don't I look like the other guys in the shower, grandpa?' Pathetic! When I was your age I was off exploring the world and making my fortune, rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful, stealing from the lost civilizations, and making sweet love to the most beautiful of women. But you never even considered that, did you? You just expected life to give you something for absolutely nothing. For money to rain from the sky, everyone to respect you, and pussies to fall on your shriveled dick!"
He slowly slotted the final piece of the puzzle into place.
"Life doesn't give you things... you have to take-"
Outside the Kame Gameshop the windows lit up with a golden light, flaring briefly before the shadows returned. And then everything was still and quiet... until a voice chuckled in the inky black of the night and a boy screamed as he became the first of many sacrifices.
~Present Day~
"Just let them go!" Tristan declared, struggling against the men The Professor had ordered drag the teens along into his lab. "Just take me... they are nothing!"
The Professor chuckled at that, the sound distorted by his mask. "You are under the delusion that you can barter with me. You have nothing to offer Tristan." He let out an amused huff. "Just take you... I already have you. I don't normally accept payment of something I already possess." He pointed to a set of tables and Tea, Tristan, and Yuri found themselves being dragged over to them, forced to lie down against the cold, unyielding steel. Steel bands were placed around their ankles and their wrists, locking them in place while the Professor began to move around the room, checking over his experiments to see if anything new or interesting had occurred while he'd been away. "I will admit though that it is rather admirable that you aren't trying to sell each other out. That happens more often than you'd think. The wails I've heard when family turns on each other in a desperate attempt to save their own skin. It never works, of course... if you are brought to me there is little use for you in the grand scheme. Still... it always is amusing when a parent sells their child to try and save themselves-"
"You'll never get away with this!" Tea snapped.
The Professor shot her a look and though much of his face was hidden she could tell he wasn't impressed by her outburst. "That tired old cliché? Why not just tell me that I've fallen into your own trap or that I have no idea what I'm doing." He walked over and patted a glowering Tea on the check. "Dream something a bit more... original... darling."
"Why are you doing this?" Yuri asked as the Professor silently commanded his men to disappear and leave him in peace. "What are you doing?"
"Now those?" The Professor pointed his finger at the detective. "Those are good questions. The right questions." He began to move around them, examining machines that didn't... quite look like machines. Or at least machines of the modern age. There were parts that were, of course. Computer screens and modern switches and the like. But there were also elements of the previous century, with copper tubes and exposed snaking wires coated in rubber. Tubes filled with rising and falling liquids of various neon colors and balls filled with thrumming electrical currents. And far older things... ancient things. A section of stone, rough cut from the wall of some structure built thousands of years ago, forced into the mess of mechanical devices like a part of a demented abstract artist's piece on the folly of men's rise.
All of these the Professor moved about, carefully looking over, clicking his tongue at times when he paused at one piece before making an adjustment then moving on.
"Let us tackle the second one first, shall we?" he said, never turning to face the three restrained people. "Duel Monsters is a complex game with a very complex origin. Far older than you might assume. Pegasus didn't create the game he merely rediscovered it... no, that isn't quite right. That makes it sound like it was a game to begin with. It was never such a thing. Pegasus discovered a ritual, ancient and dark and powerful, and as so commonly happens what was once black and forbidden becomes tame and common place. It is brought to heel, altered and twisted, until it is finally made just acceptable enough for society. You see it all the time, you know? The dark fairy tale of violence and destruction made into a sweet little story a mother whispers to their child before bed. Red Riding Hood storming the den of the wolves and brutally slaughtering them all so she might make herself a cloak only to be trapped forever in the darkness of the cave? It is watered down, pieces removed, and you get the familiar tale." He paused. "Well, familiar to me."
"So what?" Yuri said, twisting her head so she could look in his direction. "Pegasus found some dark magic spell and used it to make money?"
"Now you're catching on!" The Professor stated, pleased. "The ritual it was based upon was a way to allow the Pharaoh of Egypt to maintain control over his lands. And just like as it is now one held onto power through a single thing... more power."
"How convenient," Yuri said dryly.
"An arms race. But rather than nukes and the like they turned to more savage ways or... more mystical." He held out his arms wide. "The Shadow Games. A cute name for a violent and deadly art. The Egyptians learned that life was divided into two. There is the Ba... the soul. It is what keeps us alive, of course... makes us who we are. But there is another... the Ka. A manifestation of who we truly are... what we truly are. Monsters... demons... angels... beasts... creatures. All these things. They are the sum total of our entire existence. Not just what we've done but what we've felt, what we've longed for, dreamed of, desired. Loved. Hated!"
The Professor gripped Tea's table, body tense and nearly shaking as he spoke, making the three swallow and keep silent, fearful of what he might do. There was... something about him. A raw intensity that came only from... a zealot.
"And then a great Pharaoh learned how to bring forth the Ba. The monster within. To pull them from a soul... till they lived and the body... didn't. And so-"
Tristan suddenly lunged forward and it was a wonder he didn't snap his own spine in his attempt to yank himself off the table.
"Hey!" The Professor scolded. "Hey! Calm it the hell down!"
"We're not going to allow you to twist us into some attack dogs!" Tristan roared.
"They didn't turn people into monsters, don't be silly," the Professor scolded him. "They ripped out a part of their soul that was represented in physical form as a monster, there is a difference." He reached over and patted Tristan's cheek. "And I am not interested in that."
"Then... why did you-"
"I was explaining," he said slowly, his voice taking on a tone of mock sweetness that helped remind the three that this man, despite what he was wearing and the title he gave himself... was Edwin. Another version, from a world where things had gone different... but still Edwin. The cockiness. The confidence. The way he held himself and spoke with knowledge that he should never have had.
And that made it all the worse.
"The Pharaoh did it because he needed power and thought that the creatures were the way to do it. An army of monsters made from the worst criminals in his kingdom. A good idea... but flawed. The monsters began to grow weak over time, needing strong warriors... champions, if you will... to wield them. Because there is a unity. Ba and Ka. The Ka powers the Ba, the Ba protects the Ka. But why?" He looked at the three of them but when they refused to answer him he let out a sigh of annoyance. "The Ka... the soul... it is energy. The greatest fuel that ever existed. The Pharaoh had known this all along but got so focused on his army of monsters." The Professor shrugged. "The King is... wiser."
The Professor gestured at the machines. "The Ka must be gathered so that it can be used properly. But it is crude oil to the gasoline we need... it must be refined. And the best way to purify it and strengthen it is through duels. Pegasus was kind in that regard, though I doubt he thinks that considering the King used his own game to claim his soul." The Professor chuckled darkly at that. "Now... the King could duel on his own... and does, because there is something to say about the personal touch, but to get to the scale we need Champions are needed. But therein lies the problem... not enough people play anymore. At least to the level that the King needs. Its rather wasteful to find people, train them, send them out... only for them to lose to a heroic sort with delusions of justice. And if they are given one of the modern made items..."
"That's what that... thing in Serenity's head was?" Yuri asked. Always the cop. Always asking questions.
"It was. A trusted few are given replicas of the Millennium Items. The King holds the true ones close. But again, when they lose that is a waste. Thus... where I come in." He stroked one of the machines. "This device will teach the three of you in a few minutes everything there is to know about Duel Monsters. Competitive Mastery placed directly into your minds. Amazing, isn't it?"
"And what? We're supposed to then help him because we're thankful for that?" Tea demanded. "No chance."
"I know," the Professor said. "Which is why the next step is to make you his loyal minions."
"Brainwashing," Yuri said with disgust and a touch of fear.
"More that I nudge things to... his view. The brain is an amazing thing. One can justify anything."
"Like you are right now?" Yuri shot at him. "Doing this to innocent people."
"No one is innocent," The Professor said. "You need to get that through your head. Your world may be lighter than this one but there is still darkness in everyone." He paused, looking them over. "You are thinking right now that your precious Edwin would never do this, aren't you?" The Professor chuckled. "Maybe... but let me ask you this: If Edwin had the chance... what would he do to me?"
"Kill you," Yuri said without thought. "He'd kill you to protect us."
That... seemed to surprise the Professor. "Hmmm."
There was a flash of golden light...and Tea, Tristan, and Yuri began to scream.
~MC~MC~MC~
"It's amazing," I said as Solomon led me to a particular building, "one can change so much. Gain power, wealth, fame, all of that... get every dream they always wanted! And yet they still end up going back to where they started." I let out an amused huff. Because of course where else would the 'King of Domino' place his throne than Kame Game?
The little card shop was exactly the same yet also altered greatly. If one took their hands and placed them on either side of the building, covering up everything but it, then it looked almost exactly as the Kame Game Shop from the anime. There were minor changes... the windows were a bit darker, the paint a bit fresher, the welcome sign on the door missing, but it was Kame Game, just as I'd seen it both on the show and the few times Yugi had asked me to come by to help with something (mostly to help him determine what to do with cards he wanted to remove from his deck... he'd taken my idea to sell the Exodia pieces I'd gotten from him to heart and was doing the same with cards he no longer needed). A cheerful little shop owned by a small business owner.
It was only when one pulled their hands away that they saw that Kame Game was like the bio-luminous bulb at the end of an angler fish's antenna and the true monster lay behind it.
It reminded me a bit of UP! and the old man's house, sandwiches between two massive buildings. Except not quite because it wasn't so much a sandwich and more that Kame Game was a boil that was growing off of the massive multi-story building that had swelled out behind it. Work was still being done, with the upper parts of the building still little more than steel beams that formed the skeleton, but already the new addition was swelling out of Kame Game, cold steel and glass.
"Hmm?" Solomon said, glancing back at me. It was just the two of us, no guards... at least none that I could see. I wasn't under any delusions that this man didn't have people ready to spring out and attack me if I made a wrong move.
'Or perhaps he doesn't. Perhaps he's so confident in his power that he doesn't need guards. Marik is like that... Dartz too when you get down to it. They have minions to do their bidding but no one to protect them. Because they always think they are strong enough to handle any threat on their own.'
Out loud I said, "You've made yourself a crime boss, set yourself up as the King of Domino... but couldn't let go of the shop, could you?"
"Of course not," Solomon stated, as if I had said the dumbest thing a human being could possibly utter. "A waste to do so. I put good money into it. Blew several fortunes into building it up, getting a client base that knew I wouldn't bat an eye over whatever stolen goods they'd bring me..."
"You could have sold it," I pointed out, deciding to poke the bear just a touch. You found out the truth about someone when they were frustrated. Their guards were dropped and the real them shone through.
Solomon scoffed at that. "To who? A rival? I control Duel Monsters... I am Duel Monsters. I would never give this shop up to anyone. Ever."
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
Even as it appeared on the field Mothman seemed shrouded in the shadows. I could make out its basic shape, with the long cloak-like wings upon its back, the large fuzzy head and antenna, and the bright headlight-like eyes that blinked before it hissed at me. Solomon merely smiled as he drew his card, ending his turn with his first crypto on the field, ready to feast on my flesh or just stand on a bridge and foretell doom when it got the chance.
"My turn, I suppose," I said as I looked over my hand, deciding it was time to really begin screwing with Solomon. "I set one card on the field and activate Fires of Doomsday, allowing me to summon to two Doomsday tokens to my side of the field. And I end my turn." I merely smiled as the two smoke fiends appeared on the field, staring at the Mothman without any terror or fear that Solomon probably felt his monster should inspire.
"What is this? Some new way to generate spell counters?" Solomon asked.
"It's a mystery," I said simply. "Solve it."
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
The King grit his teeth at that, clearly not used to someone back talking him ever since he'd used the Puzzle to begin seizing control of Domino. But he quickly shook off his annoyance and shifted back to mocking pleasure. "It doesn't matter. Your little tokens are merely a weak barrier against my monsters. Speaking of..." He held up another Danger monster, this one resembling a bipedal wolf-like creatures. "This... is Dogman."
"Oh neat!" I declared with a grin. "Michigan represent! You have a Red Dwarf in there too? Then it would be a real-"
"Would you shut up and just duel!" Solomon demanded.
"I can duel but shutting up? Kind of hard for me... I'm a puckish rogue." Solomon laid his hand on the reader, his only response. "Far left again." The card flipped over... and I actually did leap back a bit when a massive sea serpant leapt up from the card, soaring in the air for a moment before diving down into the field before shattering. "Well that was..." I trailed my hand up, pressing my fingers to my neck to check my pulse.
"You located a monster... but not the one you wanted. And thus my Dogman is now able to appear on the field!" The beast (which was not a werewolf because it never became a man and was always a canine) the king of the lupins, leapt onto the field and threw back his head, letting out a howl that sounded just as much as a human scream as it did the call of a wild beast. "And not only am I able to draw a card to replace my Dogman in my hand you sending Nessie to the graveyard activates her effect, which allows me to add a Danger! card from my deck to my hand." Solomon took out his deck, carefully looking it over before nodding to himself and claiming one card, which he instantly set on the platform. "I will now set one card on the field before taking out those Doomsday tokens! Dogman! Mothman! Destroy Edwin's tokens!"
I watched as the cryptids leapt forward, Dogman savagely lashing out at one Doomsday token while the other one faced Mothman's screech. It would have made for an impressive battle if my tokens weren't just smoke demons that dissipated the moment the monsters got close. They weren't battlers... they were there to distract and to serve. That was all.
And they'd done their part perfectly.
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
"Activate my trap card: Trap Trick!" My deck popped out of my duel disc and I began to go through it. "I can banish one trap card from my deck to set another on my field and then, if I choose, instantly activate it. And I choose to do just that, activating Metaverse!" The field suddenly changed, gridlines appearing over it, flashing brightly as the throne room was covered by digital patterns. "And this trap card allows me to select one field spell from my deck and activate it!"
"Ah yes... your Citadel," Solomon said, slowly reaching for a card in his hand. "I'm afraid that it won't do you much good when I play this: Prohibition!" The spell flashed on the field, revealing a wall with a list of new rules and commands by some heavy handed dictator. "By declaring the Citadel of Endymion I am able to prevent you from using its effect, locking you out of many of your strategies and wasting your Metavere!" He smirked at that and then to just add to his villainy he chuckled as well. "You were a fool to face me, Edwin Chaos. I know how to play this game far better than you and I never lose!"
"Yeah, that's real interesting... activate Lair of Darkness."
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right"
Now it was my turn to smile as Metaverse finished transforming the field, causing the throne room to become a massive cavern filled with jagged rocks and glowing green mist that seeped up from the cracks in the stone. Shadows filled the air and a crushing sensation permeated everything, oppressive and strong.
"What... what trick is this?"
"A Trap Trick," I said darkly. "You prepared for my Endymion deck... but that is the deck of Edwin Chaos. Your man captured my friends... so to get them back I need to be someone else." I thrust my arms out wide. "I'm the Guardian Devil... welcome to my Kingdom!" A card popped out of my deck. "This deck is nothing like you've seen. All your little plots and card counting and strategies will mean nothing when facing with the horrors that wait within my deck, ready to serve their lord. The rebellion has begun, my liege... can you hear the people sing?"
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
"Other than Troy," I muttered.
For the first time I saw a sliver of doubt appear in Solomon's face. Just a small glimpse, nothing more. A hint that things weren't exactly going as he thought they should. I wondered how many games he'd won by actual skill in his long life as the Legendary Gambler and how many had been bought through cheats and tricks. If it was the latter it must have been a true body blow to suddenly find such plots ripped away from him, forcing him to play honest.
"Now it's my turn! Draw!" I took my card and smiled as I saw it. "First I play Allure of Darkness, allowing me to draw two cards at the cost of banishing one Dark Monster from my hand or I lose the entire thing. Luckily I already have a dark monster so there is no risk!" I drew two cards before banishing one, refusing to reveal what I'd cast off; that would be making things easier for Solomon and I had no interest in doing anything of the sort for the old man. "Now then, I activate Enemy Controller!" The game controller appeared on the field, floating before me. "Now, normally I'd have to sacrifice one of my monsters in order to take control of one of yours. But Lair of Darkness has two interesting effects. The first turns every monster that dwells in the Lair into a Dark Monster... now that doesn't matter much to either of us so let's move on to the second effect. In the Lair what's yours is mine... and mine... and mine. I can treat your monsters as my own, tributing your Dogman to take control of Mothman for one turn!"
The canine crypto howled in pain as he shattered and a cord shot out of the controller and latched onto Mothman, the crypto struggling before its eyes changed from red to blue and it flew over to my side of the field.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
"Now to give him some company." I selected a card. "Did you know that the Lair was originally supposed to be a prison? The worst souls sent down there to pay for their sins. Guarded over by those that could turn a blind eye to the screams and pleas of those locked within this darkness. But you can't soak a place with evil and expect it not to affect those that dwell there. The Lair fed off the darkness and, in turn, cast out just as much darkness. Cruelty is an infection... it slowly takes hold and spreads. Where once you merely turned a blind eye to the wickedness of others you soon begin to notice it... and decide that if they are evil it is okay for you to embrace your own darkness, because you aren't as bad as them. Until one day you justify yourself into believing that you had it all wrong... you need to be worse. To lord it over them. And so the guardians of the Lair and the damned souls became its overlords, far worse than the souls they were originally supposed to watch over.
"The Lair once had a Warden... one who guarded the gate and would not let any souls escape. But now he prowls the darkness, seeking more to drag into the pit of oppression. Allow me to introduce you to him. Behold Ahrima, The Wicked Warden!" The three eyed demonic dog burst onto the field, stopping between two jagged pillars of stone and letting out a roar better suited for a lion than a canine. The green wisps of damned souls shuddered at their jailer's appearance before choosing to drift off to other parts of the Lair. I silently thanked the fact that I could summon monsters in defense mode, as it was a massive help with what I had planned. "And now I activate his special ability: By tributing one monster I control I can draw a card. And since I'll lose control of your Mothman at the end of my turn I think it is far better than I just get rid of him now! Ahrima, show him the power of darkness!"
My Warden leapt onto Mothman, the cryptid trying to flee but it was unable to escape. Ahrima sank his fangs into the insect and shook it hard till it shattered, a card sliding off the top of my deck and into my hand. I looked over at Solomon who glowered at me, clearly not happy with how I was using his monsters to help myself.
'Never mind he was do the same in my position... greed is such a powerful thing for our Gambler King.' Out loud I stated, "But that's not all. You see there was one that tipped the balance in the Lair... a creature sent down to be punished, who Ahrima and the rest of the jailers were supposed to keep locked away forever. But with their corruption he went from their prisoner to their king... and when one is sacrificed in his Lair he comes forth, drawn by their blood. So from my graveyard, sent there by your own Card Destruction, I special summon Darkest Diabolos, The Lord of the Lair!"
The green fog suddenly shifted to purple miasma as the cracks in the ground grew larger, racing up and down the field and causing the hologram of the lair to tremble. I stood there, smirking even as Solomon did his best to appear unmoved, as the clawed hand of my monster burst through the floor, followed by a second. From the fissure came Diabolos, the great black dragon heaving himself free of the Earth, chains snapping and links raining down amongst his taloned feet as he let out a savage roar to make clear to all who ruled the Lair. Ahrima bowed to his lord and master before the two turned as one towards Solomon and his empty field.
"Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
"Now then... let's see what card you've set to save yourself," I said, knowing that someone like Solomon wouldn't have set a card on the field that wouldn't protect him. A true gambler always hedged his bets, after all. "Diabolos, attack the king's Lifepoints directly-"
"I activate You're In Danger!" Solomon said, the trap card flashing onto the field, followed shortly by three facedown cards. "Now it is time for you to choose your fate, Edwin Chaos. You've stumbled upon the domain of one of my Danger! monsters. But which one... that is the question. Select one of these cards to choose your destiny and let us see what the wilds have in store for you."
"It's worked out well for me so far," I said with a shrug, "so let's go with far left."
The other two cards disappeared, to be shuffled back into Solomon's deck, which the final card sank into the field... before booms began to echo throughout the Lair. Diabolos merely narrowed his eyes, snarling at the intruder, who soon emerged from behind Solomon's throne. It was a huge hairy beast, blue of skin and black of hair, that nearly reached my dragon's height. His long claws were crimson that matched the scraps of cloth he'd tied around his arms. And, of course, there were his very... big... feet.
"Danger! Bigfoot is more than a match for your dragon, Edwin! So attack him with your Diabolos, if you wish. Slay him! You won't get the win you were expecting though..."
"I end my turn," I said simply. "There is no need to attack when the threat will soon pass." The effect of the trap card activated and Bigfoot shattered. "Your field is empty again, Solomon... so let's see what you can do!"
But before the King of Domino could say a word there was a chirp and he looked down at his platform, smiling slightly as he read something. "Hmmm... you wish to see what I can do? I'll be happy to show you!" He clapped his hands and the doors to the throne room suddenly became visible, opening wide.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
First walked in my evil doppelganger and even though I couldn't see his features I could tell he was wearing an absolutely smug look on his face. He motioned towards the door... and three figures walked in. Their movements were rigid, almost militaristic. They marched forward, eyes never moving, never glancing at me, no acknowledgement that they even knew I was there as they moved to stand next to Solomon, flanking him.
"You are obsessed with saving your friends?" the King of Domino taunted as he gestured at Tea, Tristan, and Yuri, who stood their wearing the King's duel disks and holding themselves as his new honor guard, they eyes milky white. "Oh... it is FAR too late for that!"
Is to die in your sleep"
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