Two months since my last update but in that time I am please to say this story has gone through an ENORMOUS transformation. I had some huge block for this chapter (mostly cause there was a lot I wanted to do and show and I had to realize i couldn't do it all so I had to split it into more chapters...second while working on my next big project I was struck by inspiration when I realized i hadn't really built Atlantis or Yugi's new home besides Locri and that i had the chance to do some really cool and in depth world-building: so a combination of research and imagination led to the creation of this chapter and the next few and i am VERY proud of hos it came out.

the next one is about 85% finished and all goes well will be up in about two weeks.

Disclaimer: characters are Kazuki Takehashi's the plot landscape and world are mine

Chapter LXVIII: City

The prow of the gondola cut through the emerald surface of the water like one of Bakura's knife blades. The stronger waves of the river and waterfall pushed the boat downstream and among its brethren. Slender boats wrought in the shape of winged serpents slid in and out of the labyrinth of smaller, narrower canals. Some were carved with chiseled bows, brazen figureheads, or painted hulls; some, similar to the Royal Gondola, were draped with fine silks for privacy. Others, like the one Yugi rode now, were flat-bottom barges that were poled—not rowed—by as many as twenty men, and would make leisure stops along the canals where people both boarded and left. Soundlessly, the barge glided underneath arching bridges carved with grinning imps, somber-faced dragons and dancing maidens.

Yugi gobbled down the details of the emerging city with gluttonous delight. In the layer beneath the Palazzo, the city had been built like a snowy crust atop the rolling, steppe hills that flanked the rivers and their branching streams. In addition to the Palazzo's waterfall, smaller rivers flowed from the mountains in rocky gullies before branching out and down into the low-lying valleys, acting as a series of streets for the city. Following a gently sloping curve, the river and main canal sloped down, revealing more rows of pretty houses and tall buildings of painted marble and sandstone. Tendrils of long, twisting vines spilled out from window boxes and flower pots, and roof top gardens festooned their tops like glittering sylvan crowns with festoon jewels; some were built above the waterway, transforming the canal into a sort of tunnel.

He saw one approaching and leapt from his seat for a closer look, forgetting to apologize in his excitement as he stumbled to the rain. The gondola slid beneath a tunnel-like bridge of painted green stone, decorated in the image of a massive, spiraling serpent swimming through a colorful sea. For the briefest moment, its massive jaw called to mind another sea serpent, and he gasped until he saw the creature's curving rainbow wings, reminding him it was not the terrible destroyer.

"The Great Leviathan," came an elderly voice thick with a maritime accent and rough from years of laughter.

Fears forgotten, Yugi spun to the woman speaking just as the ship emerged from darkness. A short, gangly woman emerged beside him. She had an aged but rosy face and an amused smile that was aimed in Yugi's direction. "Have ye not heard the tale?" she winked, giggling. The laugh lines of her withered face and bright, youthful eyes gave her the appearance of some little girl's favorite grandmother.

Yugi shook his head. He'd heard of the Great Serpent, of course, but its legend and history had never been told in complete detail.

The woman gave a flamboyantly dramatic gasp. "Ah! Ya heard that girls? He's never heard the tale," she teased.

Around them, the other women laughed and gathered. Once crowded into the seats, the eldest of them plopped onto the seat next to Yugi with the energy of a woman a fraction of her age and patted the seat next to her. Yugi took it graciously, recognizing the ritual.

She began rising her voice with the grand flamboyance of a story teller. Yugi listened, transfixed and fascinated.

"'Twas a long time ago, when all this was but a vast, endless sea—a sea surrounded by vast mountains and kingdoms of sand. They say that the first people to explore this sea were voyagers, travelin' from place to place but never findin' a fixed home. Oh, they could trade an' visit, but they were always chased away by those who'd found the mountain lands first as soon as their business was done, and so the voyagers returned to their ships an' sea. Oh, don't misunderstand: they loved the sea. They loved the fish an' the waves, the salt spray, the wind in their hair, and the way the sun painted the waters at dusk an' dawn. But fer all the sea's bounty an' beauty, she was harsh, cruel, unbreakable, untamable: with her glorious sunsets came her ferocious storms, and with 'er bountiful fish and pleasant currents came maelstroms and storm-tossed waves, like fallin' mountains or the maws of some terrible, hungry beast.

A collective chain of gasps sounded. Yugi thought one might've been his.

"The First People knew they couldn't live like this fer long—with no certainty or security fer their wives an' children. They begged the Great Sea God fer land so that they could settle on it and raise their children in safety, away from the tribulations and terrors of the unpredictable ocean. But the Great Sea God was reluctant to surrender so much of his kingdom, and so their prayers went unanswered and their tears soon flooded the sea. But…"

She paused for dramatic affect. The crowd held its breath. "So great was their sufferin' that their tears an' prayers traveled deep, deep into the darkest depths of the ocean, carryin' with them their burdens, sorrows, and their hope. They cried an' begged until, at last, their prayers were heeded by the Great Serpent, whose home was the endless darkness of the primeval sea…."

"The primeval sea?" Yugi chocked suddenly alarmed.

"Aye," she nodded. "A great black serpent, dark as the bottomless sea an' so large they say it could coil up its entire body and create its own enormous island!" She rose her hands for dramatic flair.

Yugi gulped, remembering another monstrously-sized serpent from his own mythology that rose from the primal sea of chaos and nothing—one that was by no means a benevolent god.

"Its name was Leviathan. Despite the Great Serpent's endless kingdom an' power, it lived a lonely life, and so when the cries of the First People reached its ears, it was warmed by their earnest pleas. It brought them to a sea locked by land, and then, raisin' itself with its massive wings so bright and beautiful like the colors of sunset, it began to wind its body into three massive rings, dippin' some parts beneath the water so that water may pass through and creatin' the two great rivers. Finally, it rested its head in the 'eart of this coil and transformed its massive body into land. That land became the three tiers of Atlantis!"

With a dramatic gasp, she rose to her feet. "At long last, the wandering voyagers had a place to call home, and though he was bitter about losing such territory, the Great Sea God was humbled by the Great Serpent's sacrifice, and sent his sons to govern the people into a new era. He even gave the land its name: Atlantis." She whispered the word like it was a sacred hymn, and all the women gasped in fascination.

Yugi felt he could not breathe from both relief and amazement: the demon serpent, he recalled, did not have such beautiful rainbow wings, nor was it so kind.

"You can see traces of the Great Serpent everywhere in this country," the old woman said, elbowing him, freeing him from his darkening thoughts. "See those there!"

Yugi followed her long, gaunt finger, admiring the chain of rolling mountains that cleaved the merry hills beyond the Palazzo; they boasted thick, green crowns of tall trees, and faded off into the distance beyond the horizon. He studied the curved, domed shapes like the humps of some great, slithering beast.

"We call 'em the Fins," she boasted in a mischievously delighted voice. Her smile was lively despite the wrinkles that caved into her face, and the twinkle in her eye was one Yugi himself had had many times before. "That's because they say that them mountains are the tail fins of the Great Leviathan. Its lower back and tail are the west, the marsh, its belly and folded wings, the east is its large back and spires, its long neck, the central city ring, and its massive head forms the central island upon which sits our capital city."

Yugi's eyes widened in astonished wonder. Sweeping his gaze across the curve, the humps of the surrounding mountains, and its forested crust resembling thousands of jaded spires, he could easily see them being the back and tail of the selfless sea serpent. The tail seemed to disappear further north, where the outline of the massive mountains of the Iron Lady and Lord of Death peeked through the mists like the shadows of the two great eternal guardians. From such a distance, they appeared small, but Yugi recognized the illusion and wondered briefly how massive they actually were. Sleeping giants, he thought. Somehow awake, alive.

"Incredible, ain't it, lass?" someone asked.

Yugi nodded mutely. Then, realization struck him and he spun, eyes widening. "You… You speak Canaanite?" he asked, remembering it was not the common tongue in Atlantis.

All around him, the women laughed and grinned.

"We overhead Cook saying you were from the desert further south," another woman explained.

Feeling his cheeks flush under her maternal smile, Yugi made a conscious decision to begin learning Locrian when he got back.

"My appraisals on how skillfully ya handled 'er, lass!" came the old woman. Yugi tried not to bristle. Perhaps he should have corrected the cook about that. Still, it kept the disguise in place. "Spectacular Mistress she be, but I never known 'er to take so quickly to an apprentice."

"Yes! Yes!" chimed in a sweet-faced girl whom Yugi recognized as the burn victim he'd treated. "She is not the most patient of women, but she is an excellent mentor. You'll learn much from her."

"Aye!" came a chorus of agreements, both disgruntled and respectful. Their voices were a cacophony of dialects ranging from course and common, to musical and proper.

"Poet in the kitchen, that one, but 'er temper's notorious!"

"I agree. Her meals are second to none but she's impossible to please."

"Perfection comes from being a perfectionist, 'tis true."

"Hah! More like a dictator she is! The Trierarch and his soldiers are only half as strict!"

"Aye, but the Trierarch adores her. Remember, he recommended 'er for that post, and I've never known 'im to fear anything."

"That's true! Though it makes you wonder what goes on in his mind. I think even the Quartermaster's temper is half as fierce."

A chorus of laugher erupted and Yugi bristled, fingers curling into fists. "Perhaps," he said leveling his voice, "the Trierarch only trusts strong women." He may not have known Bakura long, but already he considered her a friend, and if this was how her own workers saw her—

A chorus of approving laughs erupted from the crowd, and bemusement quickly replaced Yugi's anger.

"That is the truest of truths I've ever heard, lass!" they all shouted and nodded their approval.

Yugi blinked. Then, a gentle hand touched his shoulder, and his confusion and rage were mollified by the warm smile. She was a sturdy looking woman with a plump, pretty face, an easy smile, and friendly green eyes that earned welcome before she even asked for it.

"Please do not think our jesting means we love her any less," she assured her. "If anything, it means we love and respect her more. She is wonderful at what she does and has never mistreated us, but we all must laugh at each other once in a while."

Yugi thought of his Redemancy and the lurid comments the soldiers made directly at Timaeus and blushed, nodding.

"Is this the first time you've seen the city?" she asked, sitting beside him.

"It is," he replied, blushing redder. "Apologies. I'm quite excited." His gaze swept further out. They were halfway between the mountain and the coast now, and he caught glimpses and stretches of the sea—a blue silk against the horizon and a turbulent green as it spewed against the wide, pebbly curve of beach. "I've never lived so close to the sea before."

She caught his dreamy eyes and nodded. "The sea is beautiful from Locri, but the best ocean views are doubtless from Recion."

"Recion?" Yugi asked.

"Our sister polis to the west, just across the Fins. It's built right into the cliffs and is bordered on all sides but the back by the sea. Her sunsets and sunrises are absolutely breathtaking!"

"Oh yes!" chimed in the elder storyteller excitedly. "'Tis the best place to see the Serpent's Wings!"

"Serpent's Wings?!" Yugi swallowed a gasp.

"That's what they be callin' the lights that dance in the sky. I tell ya, lass, they light up the whole sky in the summer! You can see ghosts of ships sailing those skies, and the ancient cities of the gods! I've seen it meself with me own eyes!"

Astonishment widened Yugi's eyes, and for the briefest moment, he wondered if she was teasing him, but another gossiper confirmed her story.

"Aye, the best time to visit Recion is during Mirage Fall! Magnolia gardens, pleasure cruises, and the most beautiful sky lights for miles… There's so much to see!" At the mention of the lights, Yugi thought of Kemet's stunning sunsets and the shifting mirages, and tried to picture some sky-bound combination of both.

"Ah, but if you want a real pleasure barge, Corona has no rival."

"Corona?" Yugi asked, recalling Timaeus' tales of the fabled Polis of Columns and spires.

"Our most northern polis," one explained. "Just on the curve and built right on top of the sea! They say you can see the temple rising from the mists at low tide, and by noon, the sea transforms it into its own magical island, like a palace of pillars and stone!" She sighed with dreamy exuberance. Yugi thought of the painted columns of the hypostyle halls of his home and the floating lotus-shaped pillars, and could not bring himself to imagine them white and bland of their decoration.

"Corona is too north," someone complained. "Besides, you go to Corona to watch the Games."

"Games!" Yugi perked up immediately.

"Oh yes. Twice a year, men from all over the isles—and even some from our sister provinces—come and compete in the Games. They say if you want to marry a girl in Corona, you have to bet her father and brothers in the Games to prove you're good enough," she laughed.

Memories of senet and mehen games, falconry training, sword fights, and wrestling matches in the enormous training field of his brother's House filled Yugi's mind, and he wondered what sports Coronan men preferred.

"'Tis also the best place in the world for learning doctoring. I know plenty of lasses about your age who went there as apprentices in preparation for their marriage."

Yugi gasped. That's right: healing and doctoring was one of his spheres of influence now. True enough, he'd received enough training from his mother and the Hem-netjer of Sekhmet, and Rhebekka was a dedicated mentor, but did Locri and Atlantis have the same herbs? The same practices? He'd completely forgotten to ask. And hadn't Bakura mentioned that there was a medical garden just outside the kitchen? How could he have forgotten to check?

"Caulonia has some wonderful cruises too, seeing as it is the Polis of Two Rivers and all that." Yugi shot up, grateful he hadn't been caught daydreaming, but as the woman detailed the majestic winding rivers of Caulonia, and the luxuries of the cruises, memories of the pleasure barges he took with his father returned. He imagined those gorgeous shifts floating down a rushing river instead of a peaceful lake.

"Caulonia's music is to die for, though I must confess: I like their tarantella sound less than I do the Locrian tune." Music… Something ached in Yugi's chest. The festivals were always full of riotous music and dancing. Was it the same in Locri?

"It is the heart of the Cicada Summer Festival, after all, as well as the Sparrowhawk Festival! That one is my favorite."

"Nye! The Carnival of Trischines is grander than them all still!"

A chorus of agreements went up. The women chatted like a flock of fluttering hens, excitedly exchanging gossip and life experiences. Yugi drank in the details, wide-eyed and fascinated. He and Timaeus had spoken about the Western Providence's six great polises, as they were called in Atlantis—and of which Locri was the capital—but they had never been discussed in such great detail. Timaeus ruled the West, but Locri was still his city.

Our city, it struck him suddenly.

Their city, for it was just as much his now as it was Timaeus'. It was a city he already loved and had yet to truly fully see—a province he still knew so little about, and yet he was Magistrate? This was to be his sphere of influence: internal finances and affairs, festivals and religious celebrations, the trading and managing of food, and the health and safety of not just the capital, but all these cities and their people—they were all to be his responsibility soon.

He slouched back, suddenly overwhelmed by how little he knew. He knew nothing of the plants, which ones were used for food, medicine, or pleasure, knew nothing of the calendar and festivals beyond their names and their dates, knew nothing of the other five cities beyond their names and what they were famous for, knew nothing of Locri beyond what he'd been stold and seen from his windows. And yet of all this he was now Mistress?

"What say you, lass?" Caught off guard by the question, Yugi jumped and found himself spotlighted.

"I…" he hesitated under their sympathetic eyes, but their smiles encouraged him. "I think that I know very little about all these polises," he confessed, meekly, then squared his shoulders. "But I'm fascinated by all of them, and I would like to learn all that I can about them."

"All of them, eh?" laughed the older woman. "Well, there's much to tell. Where shall we start?" she asked with a grandmotherly wink.

Brightening, Yugi said, "Well, what is there to see in Locri?"

They smiled. "Everything."

He smiled back and plopped an eager chin in his cupped hands. "Tell me."


"Careful, lad!" warned the driver, pulling the boat to heel. "Yer lucky ya haven't toppled over, leanin' so far over like that."

The women giggled, enjoying his excitement.

Yugi sucked in a gasp, wide-eyed and mystified with wonder, and almost clambered over the gondola's edge to get a better view.

He eyed the series of colorful buildings embedded on the high walls above the water as the boat guided past, then devoured the emerging details. Townhouses and homes may have been built into the slope of the mountain, but there, in the lower levels of the city and placed strategically close to the harbor, bloomed the four market places. Unlike the colorfully tented bazaars crowding the single main street of his home country, these markets were their own small districts. Four great, white-stoned squares were flanked on either side by tall, painted buildings, whose smaller bases boasted lively, street-level shops. Their upper levels expanded and branched out, connecting to neighboring homes; some even had wrap-around terraces that connected with those of their neighbors', forming a second layer of travel above the narrow, labyrinthine waterways and sidewalk streets. White stone pillars supported decks and provided cover for the street-level shops, as well as creating a second row of shops that was suspended in the air. The vast array of buildings encircled a magnificent sparkling fountain that dominated the heart of each square.

"The Four Sisters," the women chimed. They were appropriately named, Yugi noted, for each one was defined by its sweet-water fountain, crowning the heart of each square. Each one was exquisitely carved in the shape of a woman.

"There's two on each side of the river," the boatswain explained, smiling at Yugi's enthusiasm. "You can tell 'em by their fountain, see." He pointed a long finger. "That there's the Huntress, Sister of Salt and Bone."

Yugi squinted to make out the details of a strong-looking woman chiseled from white stone; her long hair was tied back and a strong arm was pulling back the string of a bow.

"She be of the Twin Squares. Over there's where ye can find the best eateries ye be ever tastin', and if it ain't yer fancy, them butchers are the best there is."

Yugi continued to study the furthest square, closest to the farming hills. It was the least decorated of the squares save for a few painted signs and roofs advertising crude names and logos, but he spied the mouth-watering sights of salted meats, fresh-baked goods, and an impressive number of booths boasting premade meals. Some had farms in the back where livestock feasted and grazed. Butcher shops had huge legs and cuts of meat hanging by the windows. Others looked like some odd combination of a kitchen and an outdoor eatery. To his surprise, some of these places even sported tables and chairs in open-air where people sat and chatted as they dined on freshly prepared meals, and were served by the cooks themselves. The concept was foreign and mystifying to him.

"That's the second twin, the Sister of Leaves and Flowers, my favorite!" One of the younger women gestured to another market square vibrant with potted plants; window boxes were overcrowded with leafy greens, and vines of beautiful purple flowers spilled out from roofs, terraces, and windows like flowering hair. The shops were alive with blooming flowers, plump-looking vegetables, baskets of berries, and bushels of upside-down herbs drying by their windows. Some spaces were designed like greenhouses, others like indoor gardens; some even had the added business of providing walkways through their gardens so customers could pick and choose the choice crop. More delicate tables and chairs were scattered along their cheery fronts while others offered benches. All were full of chattering, laughing customers. And at the square's heart kneeled a beautiful woman with flowing hair; her delicate hands cupped a beautiful, blooming flower with water gushing out from its heart.

"That there next to it be the Sister of Cloth and Jewel," he chuckled. "You can guess what she be famous for." And guess Yugi did. Mystification bulged his eyes as he spied the stunning array of dresses and magnificently-embroidered cloaks behind glass windows. Bolts of stunningly-colored fabrics that danced in the light breeze were rivaled by the endless sparkling of the jeweler's shops. Window displays and booth stands overflowed with glittering gold and silver encrusted with jewels: rings, bracelets, necklaces, tiaras, crowns, and supplies for making them—it was as if it were an enormous stone jewelry box. A weaver's station sat in one of the street-level shops where women sat at enormous wooden wheels surrounded by glittering bolts of fabric. It shamed the jewelers' stands and linens of Kemet. Yugi blushed, heart already pounding with excitement. Was this where Mai bought her supplies? It would not surprise him in the least if it were. The beautifully-painted stone maiden in a motley-checked gown holding a jewel-encrusted bowl above her head stood at the crown of the fountain. It suited the square perfectly.

As the gondola gently road the rough waters, he caught sight of the last square, and a gasp froze in his throat.

Undoubtedly the largest of all the squares, it boasted an assortment of large buildings and open courtyards ripe with sculpture gardens. Paintings and tapestries peeked out from behind glassy windows. Breathtaking sculptures and polychromatic pottery decorated colorful shopfronts. Studios and galleries crowded the upper layers where artists sat in the sun overlooking the square; some were busy painting pulled-linen canvases, pots, and tablets while others relaxed and listened to the riotous harmony below. Shop windows glittered with a rainbow of clay pots and glass jars, brushes and scrolls, threats and fabric bolts, and all manner of art-making materials. The square was alive with musicians and dancers and the air vibrated with music and laugher and the sounds of merry-making. Instruments belched and sang a vociferous melody, colorful garments danced in the air like rainbow wings, actors performed their stories with a passionate vigor, and instructors held classes out in the open. All were guarded and enjoyed by the watchful eyes of its sacred stone maiden dancing upon her fountain. The folds of her long, rainbow skirt moved with her in the wind, and her lovely face was thrown back in excitement, her mouth open in song.

The women had not been exaggerating: there truly was everything to see in Locri.

"That is what Locri is most famous for," someone said like a distant whisper in Yugi's ear. "The Sister of Paint and Song."

"It's the Magister's favorite!" someone chirped.

"Oh yes!" chimed in another. "You'll find everything there! Lots of galleries, sculpture gardens, potter's compounds, theater troupes, and everything in between!"

"Most of the artists live in the hills there," some identified to him.

"That big building there's the gallery," the boatswain explained, "and the concert hall is just—ay, wait!"

The boatswain and girls stumbled and reached for the rails, the boat still rocking from the force of the departure.

"Thank you!" came the excited cry. He whirled about and gave an exuberant wave, a familiar piece of familiar silver glittering from beneath the neck of his hood. Before any of them could place it, he was gone, disappearing down the narrow street.

"Yer welcome!" the boatswain waved back with a cheery laugh. "And stay close to the river!"

The women sent him off, waving and with wide smiles of their own.

"Good lass, that one."

"Aye, and I hope he does become Cook's apprentice. I wouldn't mind havin' that one as a master."

With collective nods of approval, they descended the plank and turned for home.

"I'm not the one who all but let him escape, you fish-brained moron!" Several women jumped and spun towards the commotion.

"I didn't let him escape," cried the accused. "I let him go outside for a bit of air. Doubtless the lad was going mad in the house. I thought he'd be in by supper! You were the one who he slipped past, unnoticed and let him board the damn boat! Were he actually trying to escape, doubtless he'd already be on a ship crossing the Great Green!"

"Can you two not speak of him as though he were some guttural slave? I swear, you two will have the whole lagoon thinking him some poor runway the Trierarch locked up in a tower by nightfall! You are both daft and you are both idiots. Now, can we find him, please?"

The crowd gasped at the three men whose faces they at once recognized. The trio pounded down the street, swearing and arguing, hair and armor tasseled as if they'd forgone both decorum and the use of the gondolas completely and instead took the steps down the mountain.

Lord Otogi turned about and screamed, "Stop your boat!" racing ahead of the others, he caught the driver and started up a conversation.

Lord Malik was close by.

Ryou rolled his eyes and approached them casually, though worry creased his brow. "I do beg your pardons, ladies, but by any chance was there a lad with you? A little under my height, blond hair possibly peeking out of a dark hood, long green dress, pale of skin? Oh! And his eyes were blue, but darker blue, almost like wisteria flowers but…deeper?" Worry and dread crept his words, perhaps more so as the women's eyes widened, the description matching someone they all remembered well.

"You mean the Cook's new apprentice?"

"Yes!" Ryou jumped, then frowned. "Well, Bakura certainly seems fond of him even after I told her who he was but yes, I think..."

"That lass was a—" one of the women paused, then burst out laughing. "Well, damn me!"

"You saw Yugi!" Lord Otogi bulldozed over, shoving Ryou aside, his face bright and wild with desperation and dying hope.

The women laughed. "Yugi? Was that the lass—er, lad's name? Aye, it sounds a right heart's name. Aye, we saw him." They all nodded.

"Was he…" the maternal woman's smile was bemused, as if uncertain but hopeful nonetheless, "…wearing a silver medallion embroidered with Locri's symbol?"

"Wonderful!" Lord Otogi all but leapt and clapped with glee. Lord Malik looked as though he might swoon with relief. "Where is he?"

Giggling and in unison, the women all pointed with elegant hands and smiled. "He went that way, towards the Four Sisters."

Their faces plummeted. Pandemonium ensued.

Lord Otogi took off like a sparrowhawk, Lord Malik actually did collapse but recovered quickly at Otogi's hollering with retorts of his own. Only Lord Ryou stayed behind and offered them thanks and apologies with a grateful bow, then darted off after his companions

The women watched them go before going their separate ways, all too eager to tell their friends and loved ones about their eventful encounter. The boatswain was still laughing at the whole thing and would eagerly share his story with any fellow oarsmen or customers who would listen. Within the hour, the whole city was a buzzing cicada of gossip that the Magistrate was "secretly" inside the city.

This was a very fun chapter to write and interestingly enough even more fun to edit! i hope you all enjoyed Locri, i'm specifically proud of the mythology I created for the great Leviathan.

Another reason for the lateness of this chapter is I've been busy working and doing research for my next few projects including (after a very long wait) the rewrite of At the King's Peasre and a new darkshipping story I am extremely proud of called (formally) My Demon King which will dabble back into the dark horror-comedy fantasy that I love! Be on the look out for updates on my Profile.

I will also be planning to open a patron account soon so be on the look out for that too.

As always please read, review, comment, critique, ask questions and favorite!

NEXT TIME: Yugi goes shopping and discovers many new things!