Welcome to the shadow realm.... Anti-climatic isn't it?

The pride in Zorc’s voice did not go unnoticed, and Cy had to fight with himself not to grin. 

It wasn’t something he was used to. 

Despite his waspish tone, however, he kept his eyes on the girl.

Stepping closer to Cy so she might see what it was he was to show her her eyes fell on the usb around his neck with an almost visible shiver down her spine. This entire room was just so pleasant. When Cy wasn’t in she might indulge in napping in here sometime.

“Zo.”

He waved a hand and started to walk through the room to the opposite side - and through a door. It was clear he expected her to follow.

Acidic eyes trailed over the discarded cans and pieces of trash scattered about. Everything was messy but not dirty. No bugs or rats. No wait, there was a rat but it was in a cage. Attention drawn back at the sound of Zorc’s voice Zo rose an eyebrow curiously.

“I am certain I will master.” If Zorc said it then it would be true regardless of her opinions. Walking into the computer lab she smiled at Cy in greeting once more and paused in her gazing. The air in here was thick with something delicious.

“If you care so much about your Master’s memory its odd that you keep, you know, insulting his memory.” He held out his arms proudly. “I am in the image of Zorc’s grand design. Perhaps he kept you locked up in the shadows for too long and you missed all the excitement. Or you locked yourself there when you realized your Master so desperately sought, courted and lusted for a single human more than he ever had you. ‘Suckled after Masters power’ hah, it’s as thought you’ve been lapping up Horakhty’s propaganda.”

It was taking a good deal of calming breathing, which sadly was only about a quarter as effective on him that it would have been any real human, to keep himself from letting the darkness seep into his brain so he could read the very fabric of her being and destroy her. They were already so excited by how much he hated her now, they could slip it at a moment’s notice. No, better to be safe. After all he’d promised his Thief not to do that anymore. But that didn’t mean he could take advantage of the energy he was giving them.

“Just go away now, little shadow.” He sighed, a sound full of pent up rage, reached out towards her and rather roughly tore her soul apart. He knew by now with all his practicing how to make it unbearable excruciating, the rough feeling of someone else clutching at your most intimate essence and ripping it. Then he banished both the pieces to the shadows. It likely wouldn’t hold her long, souls sought their other halves out actively and being a shadow being she’d be able to talk her shadows out of holding her eventually.

He was underestimating her. Little shadow he called her. She may be a forgotten relic of Zork’s creations but she was still made from him and she would not tarnish his name by letting this... well she’d call him a bitch but she already used that one. She’d think of a better name for him. Wait what was he doing now? Was he- Oh for fucks sake.

‘You can’t banish shadows to the shadow realm you idiot.’ She wanted to say theses words aloud as he ripped her ‘soul’ apart but instead she just made another extremely lewd noise, the kind you’d only hear in terrible pornography films before her physical body tore to pieces and left the real world. In the shadow realm she simply floated, watching him from the shadows around him as he walked away and brushed off his attack with all the irritation of swatting a fly.

“Something is amiss here.” She could sense his shadows. Hungry. Angry. Wanting to go free but he was holding them back. Why? Not only that but his utterly warped idea of Zorc’s relationship with the thief was to say, in the kindest light possible like a horny teenager stuck in their own deluded fantasies.

“Maybe he’s brain damaged.” Floating aimlessly her back touched the curved top of a large disembodied skull. One of the familiars she made to help with the realms maintenance. “It would be a waste to just forget him. That much power is a gift he’s squandering and if he keeps this path he’ll never reach his full potential.” The skull let out a low hum as though to ask if she was alright but she merely pat its cold dead head, twisting her body to stand atop a high staircase with a single throne empty before her.

“We’ll just watch him for now. See who and what exactly influence those ridiculous ideas of his.” Taking seat on the throne Zo sighed wistfully into the cold void realm of shadows. Someday she would find a God worthy to take this throne.

“Be careful.” He commanded. “You are a creature of darkness and I am your God, in this reality. Anything made by darkness I can unmake if I choose.” No. No she clearly didn’t know what she was talking about. That soothed him a little, enough to allow him to force his face into a sneer. 

The shadows in her shuddered with his powers. Hm. This could actually hurt. A flicker of purple overtook the green in her eyes and the shadows that were once inside her receded to the shadow realm, replaced by new ones. If he felt the switch perhaps he would catch on to why attacking her would get them no where.

“I seek a new master. My creator has passed on, returned to the darkness once and for all and I am left without orders to obey. The master I seek must be every bit as powerful and grand as my previous lord. Settling for anything less would insult his memory. 

You have great power but your form is unsightly. You look of the thief who suckled after master’s power like an infant to a teat. Not only that but you are part human as you have admitted. How can one be human and a God? It is not possible. At most you are a demi-God and for that you are unsuitable to command me.”

“Bakura, Why do you not use your shadows? Are you restraining yourself?”

He stood up straight, to his full height.

He would give her purpose and with it he would receive her loyalty in return.

“He has not.” Did this young master hate Cy? Oh dear. She wouldn’t be able to bring herself to hate the boy, not with those powerful shadows twisting and swirling around inside his fleshy body. 

“I requested to meet you straight away when I beheld your shadows within his form.” Small hands held behind her back the round toe of her black dolly shoe poked at the carpet fidgety. She wanted to speak in length of how magnificent the sight was of what she could see in him. Cy had been pretty but Zorc? The shadows within him were just so..

Indescribable 

Only when Cy left the room did Zorc push himself off of the threshold, and stood up straight. 

“A summoning.” he finally concluded, “I wasn’t expecting you to be anyone of notable power - let alone someone with a summon.”

A dainty hand over her heart and the girl bows more formally this time, smiling as she rises up again.

“You give me too much credit young master. I am merely the lowly pawn I have always been since my creation by a predecessor of yours. I am Zo, caretaker to the shadow realm and the last remaining piece of my Master Zorc. In my universe my master has ceased to be and now I seek a new master to serve under.”

He was eager for this to work out - for this girl to be what Zorc wanted. If she was, then it meant that he had done something good. He wasn’t sure why he cared, but… He did. He wasn’t about to psychoanalyse himself for it. 

So he was stood in his lounge in pitch darkness, feeling like a complete tool. Again, he thought of Bloody Mary and couldn’t take this too seriously. 

He did as the girl has said though, and he summoned her with her name. 

Zorc was leaning in the doorway, his shoulder pressed against the threshold and his arms folded over his chest. He was watching Cy standing in the middle of the room in the pitch black the behaviour having caught the God’s attention after all…

Floating above him Zo stared down at the beanie atop Cy’s head with her greeting. A small jump and she flipped to land in front of the pale teen with a smile. “Sorry for the delay. Sometimes the wailing souls are a bit too loud to hear ov-.”

Words halt. This scent. Green eyes flick to the door way and the girlish body goes ridged. 

“You could. Would you like that?” Hmm. He didn’t use his shadows nearly enough. Poor things were starved for fun. “You poor dear. Like a baby.”

“AAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh  <3~”

A lewd moan tore out along with the tearing of her body. The skin of her face shredded like paper to reveal swirling blackness under, pulsing with a weak power that resonated with the attacking shadows. The shadows ripped apart the parchment thin skin and clothes, the swirling black shadows vaporizing between the thicker shadows.

A beat passed and from behind the shard footsteps sounded.

“Well you are powerful. Plus 100 points.” Ivory skin and pitch black clothes immaculately back in place the girl raised her palms flat with a shrug. “You won’t destroy me. My master created me, only he can destroy me. In a few more years you might even make a possible option for him. But-”

He didn’t comment on how she said to summon her, though it seemed amusing to him. Like a game of bloody mary or something. 

“My name’s Cy.” 

“Certainly. I’m happy to receive anything from you Cy.” A phone could be acquired with ease. Amazing how many souls are sent to the shadow realm adorned with little trinkets. She dumped most of them but sometimes the fancy came to hold onto something she particularly liked.