Welcome to my World By SapphireBlade

Summary: For centuries portals have allowed demons and vampires to cross into our world, but only every few centuries. Now a Vampire Lords named Marik enters the Human domian for blood. finding a white haired boy named Ryou, will he feed on him or keep his little pet.

Chapter One: The Prisoner

Chapter One

“Marik” A wispy voiced called as if it travelled along the dry wind

“What do you want?” The man, Marik asked as he glared back at the cloaked figure behind him. His cloak fell passed his back like a cape, showing off his black baggy clothes and gold trinkets. His hair free spiked in every direction like a lion’s mane.

The two cloaked men stood upon a narrow brick path that held them up hundreds of miles above the ground. Down below was an endless chasm covered by a thick liquid like fog. If Marik were to misplace his stepping he could fall forever into nothingness.

The nameless cloaked name chuckle but his voice sounded like the rush of blowing air. Unlike Marik’s, the mysterious man’s cloak hid the whole of his body while a hood covered the whole of his head and face revealing no features to look upon.

“I’m only here to discuss with you what we debate on every century” the man answered and Marik could imagine the childlike grin plastered underneath the shadows of that hood

“And as I’ve told you before I’m not interested” Marik countered facing away from the stranger not worried that one wrong step and he could slip off the narrow bridge.

“you are well aware that your numbers are small as the demon empire populates over 70 of my kingdom” The man hissed as if speaking to a stubborn child “The time is nearly upon us and you need to find one and soon”

“I’m well aware that the day is nearly here, but I’ve already told you I prefer to do things solo. I don’t need one and I’m not showing up for the festival” he hissed back

“You are well aware of what is at stake for you” The figure’s cloak brushed off the stone floor and floated above the ground and over the dark fog. He moved around into Marik’s line of sight but the ark skinned man did not react. Once they were face to face did the cloaked being speak again “If you wish to survive in this world you will, follow my command”

Marik raised an eyebrow at his words but merely watched as the man’s body starting to fade in front of his own eyes. The shadows engulfed the shadowed man and he disappeared into nothingness but his voice echoed through the blonde’s head

“Find a mate, vampire…”

Marik’s head lowered but his calm features spread into an evil grin and his blood stained canines shined form their sharpness

“Alright then” He chuckled “Let’s see how far I can bend your rules” He laughed before he too was slowly engulfed by the purple fog, his laugh still growing louder.

On an ordinary afternoon in a small house, a boy aged sixteen lied on his bed crying into his pillow sorrowfully. His long messy white hair had not been brushed that day and he was still dressed in his pyjamas from last night. His name was Ryou Bakura

Not long ago did Ryou receive a call saying his farther was found dead at an archaeology site after the tomb they entered collapsed. Ryou had lost his farter that day, the man that raised him since he was a child. True he had to go away on dig a lot but it was Ryou’s choice not to go along with him. Ryou could of travelled with his farther but Ryou wanted a proper education. His farther thought that as for the best too and respected his independence that’s why he let him life by himself for these last couple of years. Ryou’s mother and sister, Amane, had died when Ryou was a little kid and too young to remember them very well. But Ryou could still see their faces, hear their voices and he had several dreams about them. Now he was all alone, Ryou had been alone since his Farther left but he was never sad as long as his farther called to tell him he was in one piece Ryou never worried. Now it struck Ryou he really was alone.

Ryou wiped his tears from his face as he struggled to get up, he spent the whole day grieving over his family’s loss and he barely had any more tears to shed

“Come on Ryou you can’t spend the whole day like this” he argued “you need to get your mind off this, make dinner, take a bath and put on clean clothes” It wasn’t much but he didn’t have breakfast or lunch that day and he didn’t notice how hungry he was.

Ryou sluggishly walked down the stair case and downstairs was the kitchen, however as Ryou walked passed the cellar door he stopped once he passed by it. Looking back at the wooden door Ryou shook, his farther had locked that door since he was little and Ryou had never once looked inside it. Mainly because his farther had the key, he took it with him because he couldn’t trust Ryou not to go down there. What was the big deal? He always thought. It was a cellar you keep boxes old stuff down there that you wanted out of the way, what was he hiding?

Ryou noticed how cold he suddenly was and rubbed his shoulders to warm himself up. It was like the cold was coming from the cellar itself and it was trying to pull him in. Ryou’s eyes clouded over as he looked at the door handle maybe it would open? Taking a step closer to the locked door the floor creaked under his gentle steps but before he could make another the phone rung.

Ryou jumped nearly hitting his head against the shut door itself. Regaining his footing Ryou took one last look at the cellar door before shaking off his light-headedness before running to the phone in the living room

“Hello Bakura residence?” Ryou answered

“Hey Ryou its Yugi” a bright voice came over the phone

“Hey Yugi, is everything Ok?” Ryou asked getting comfortable on the sofa

“Yeah I’m fine, the gang and I wanted to know if you want us to come over and keep you company since, you know” Yugi’s voice lowered not sure how to say it

“I appreciate it Yugi, but I just want to be alone right now. You understand?” Ryou said trying not to sound depressed

“Well do you want to come to the arcade or shopping in town. You could use some new materials for your Monster world Game (1)” Yugi persuaded

Ryou had to laugh, Yugi would go to great lengths to make sure his friends were alright, it made him feel wanted, but he didn’t want Yugi to worry over him so much “I’m not going to be making anymore monster world pieces for a long time now. But when I feel better I promise I’ll go where ever you but right now I have a lot going on”

He heard Yugi sigh in defeat and agreed to wait for Ryou to call him. Both hung up and Ryou went back to making lunch, but took one last looking at the cellar door. Was he feeling sick, he did feel light-headed only moments ago? Must be the lack of food he told himself as he went back to choosing his dinner. But even after Ryou was finished and in his bed ready to fall asleep he couldn’t keep his thoughts off the locked cellar and why it felt eerie and uneasy

The night was as dark as coal, no stars were glittering the sky, no clouds covered the veil above, the sky was just and endless black ink stretching across the sky. The land was not moist with fresh mud but with dried black sand, there was no colourful grass sprouting out from the cracked ground, nor did any kind of plant life in this wasteland.

Few Carnivorous beasts roamed the land looking for the slight scrap of food or a carcass to bite into. These demons came in the all forms from different animals like sewed pieces of dead animals stuck to their bodies.

Surrounding this wasteland was a large mountain like rock sprouting out of the desert. The simple aged grey stone cliff stood tall over the flat land as if it were a castle; while from a distance the dark stones didn’t appear solid as if it was made up of dark fog instead. There was no visible entrance into the cliff except a spiralling staircase to the top where an opening let out a flicker of candle light.

Inside the entrance of the dank cave a stair case lead down with torches dying in the dark. All was deadly silent until a shadow flew against the wall into the lights glare, but settled on the other side of the corridor form it. The black ink shadow reached one of it appendages out of the wall and a black but solid hand passed through. The rest of its body parts pulled against the wall trying to break free, like a picture trying to get off a scrap of paper. With one more step its leg kicked off from the wall and a black silhouette stood in the cavern with glowing yellow eyes.

The black human shaped creature looked around the room for any other presence in the room, seeing none its gold eyes glowed wit delight, you could just imagine the smirk spreading across its face if it had one. Standing up straight the ink substance ran off the body like harmless water dripping off a person. Messy blonde hair was free from the black’s hold along with a tan face and lilac eyes. Marik grinned as his body became solid once again. The black substance ran off the rest of Marik’s firm body until it pooled around his feet and soaked into the rock, forming into place like a proper shadow.

Changing his body into a shadow was one of the vampire’s tricks, as well as strength, speed and knowledge beyond any human. True Marik could not fly like his demon ‘kin’. But his shadow made up for that by giving him the ability to appear anywhere he chose at any given time, as long as he knew where he was.

Marik wasted no time descending the stone stairway into his underground home, hidden under the desert sand. Below were maze like tunnels carves out by himself, each looked alike and without proper guidance anyone would get lost in a mater of moments. Marik had memorized route, every dead-end and every trap set up for anything wanting o get in or something trying to get out. Smirking to himself it was about time he paid his prisoner a visit.

Taking a left two rights, a stair case and another left he came to his dungeons. It was one of his favourite places since there were no torches to give out light and to him it was that eerie feeling that got him excited. He halted at a stone door and like a shōji, a Japanese door divider. Stepping inside was a damp empty room with no sound except for the heavy breathing of a curled slimy creature in the corner

“I thought insect enjoyed these conditions” Marik asked teasingly, knowing his prisoner ad been trapped in this room without out light for the pass month. From underneath his black top his pulled out a golden ring like pendent with a ringlet in the centre and five hanging spikes. “You spoke the truth for once. The millennium ring was right where you said you hid it, Weevil” The item glowed warmly from being held in its master hands again

The creature turned around to ace Marik and the glowing light, it was a lesser demon not fit enough to be called a familiar. Its skin was green like a beetles shell. Antae shook from his head as his eyes looked wildly for escape but kept still not wanting the light to go away. He had four arms with crooked finger chained behind his back. Also noticeable was that wings were developing from his back but not fully grown for flight. It was just a lowly bug without its master to protect it

Marik held the gold in his had memorising its features; he smiled in delight and let out a breath. After all this time it was back where it belonged. He regained his evil grin reappear looking back at the pitiful Weevil only imagining the fun yet to come.

“You are a lowly insect, barely the rank of a familiar with not master to scuttle behind. So why did you steal this from me?” He demanded yet his voice sounded unbothered by the experience

“Why else for its power, a vampire shouldn’t even be aloud to have it” It hissed

Marik eyes instantly hardened how this pathetic bug disrespected him, big mistake. With a wave of his hand form behind his back he revealed another golden item, a staff with a golden eye glaring at the demon. Another third eye glowed on his forehead as it released a blinding light that hurt Weevils sensitive eyes. Stepping foreword Marik gripped his weapon revealing it to be a dagger in disguise and brought it down through the bug’s armour shell like body.

Weevil creamed in pain as the rod crushed trough his shoulder and out the other side like his shell was nothing but a piece of paper. A green substance fell from Weevil’s exposed body dripping down him to the floor, where upon contact dissolved the stone floor like acid. The smell of burn flesh missed with the stuffy air, unlike the rings soft warm glow the rod gave out like molten metal that was cooking his flesh

“Who ordered you steal this?” Marik demanded not caring if he heard or not. Only someone of high status could have known its existence, let alone it powers. Weevil tried to get away but the metal weapon kept him still and loosing liquid by the second “who is your master?!”

The bug however wouldn’t talk from pain, fear or stubbornness he didn’t know. In reality Weevil was scared what torture its master would put him through compared to the child’s play Marik was giving him.

“I don’t have time for this” Marik mumbled pulling out the hot dagger, this day has been tiring for him, stupid Elder “I might as well kill you, I’ll find out eventually” He rose from his kneeling position aiming the tip of the dagger at the insect’s forehead. Marik grinned widely prepared to give it the final move but stopped at Weevil’s words

“I have information” He whispered coughing up acid and spitting it out at the melting floor

“Information” Marik inquired not lowering his rod at the familiar “It had better be worth my interest” He warned giving it a kick in the stomach for good measure

Weevil coughed up more acid from being winded “A rip in the veil has appeared” He coughed again

Marik’s eyes widen, there hasn’t been portal for almost one hundred years, this could be his chance to experience the taste of human blood again. Marik’s eyes glossed over with lust remembering the taste of red blood so many centuries ago. All blood was different and he enjoyed the verities, some was sweet an innocent, others were bitter with evil thoughts. He however enjoyed it better when he chased them filling them up with adrenaline for that spicy taste he desired.

“Don’t mock me” Marik hissed coming to his senses “You have been my prisoner for a over a month, the rip would have sealed long ago” he explained not letting the disappointment show over his features

“Not so” Weevil breathed eyes still quivering under the point of the vampire’s magical weapon that stabbed through him so easily

“Pardon?” Marik asked an eyebrow rose in questioning

“I found the portal long ago before I stole the ring. I planned on telling my Master of my discovery with the ring as a bonus, but I was caught by you not long after. That portal had been open for a week since when I kept watch over it” Weevil explained

Marik’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing, it didn’t make sense. Every portal never stayed open for longer than a day or two, a week was pushing it. It could be nothing more than talk from scared bug wanting freedom or he was telling the truth in fear of death. Marik held back a grin not wanting the give weevil hope on his escape; instead he put in his bored stone face in play acting in disbelieve

“Its north of this region at the edge of the lost woods” Weevil gasped as the dagger came closer to his head until it was touching his shell. Weevil had to hold back a hiss in pain.

“You’re lying” Marik stated, but his thoughts needed to know if the portal did exist or not, if it did than he wanted to be the only one to use it for his own enjoyment. He knew full well that if word got out of an open portal every demon would come wanting a piece of human flesh, then it would ruin his fun. Demons had no table manners, just ripping the flesh of mortals without the savouring the taste of blood and their victims suffering “On second thought I think I’ll look into this, a open portal could be quite promising”

Weevil’s eyes lit up in relieve as did his antennae, surely that was worth his freedom

“By the way” Marik smirked taking the golden ring off his neck “do you know what happens when someone besides me touches this necklace” He grinned tossing the rope over Weevils head surprised head

Te bug gasped as the necklace glowed brighter providing more light, but it soon become red hot. Weevil choked s it started to melt his shell burning his inner flesh. Weevil panicked thrashing even with the green substance still flowing from his exposed shoulder, he had to escape. The pointers stuck into his exposed flesh and from the inside out both eyes widen, one from delight the other from pain as Weevil was set on Fire.

The insect creamed at the top of is lungs with a roar of fire escaping his mouth and his eyes sockets melted away. Dropped foreword his insides burned to ash with only his charred shell left to rot. Marik couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight of such torturing, not even with the smell of burnt flesh suffocating the large room.

Marik wished it lasted longer; that was the most fun he had in a long time. He walked around the dead shell slowly waiting for a twitch, anything for the pain to continue but alas he was dead. Kicking the body with his leather boot he picked up the necklace gain not smeared by acid of covered in black. It still shined perfectly.

Marik’s smirked turned to a grin, a portal that stays open was discovered; this must be his lucky day. Better yet, no one but him would know of it and use it. He laughed manically as he left his sanctuary for a midnight walk.

(1) Those of you who have read the manga (which you probably have) then you know Ryou's favourite game is Monster World. An role playing game and whatever else happened

Thanks for viewing by the way, I luv evil Marik, scary in a attritive way. Well I hope you will read later chaps, so I know you still like it