Note: I wrote this on paper before "That Devil", just in case you wanted to know.

Disclaimer: Dun own YGO.

"Little one, why do you cry?"

Deep and cold is his satanic voice.

"Y-you, you k-killed her!"

I whimper through Devil's laughter

"I did not kill that stupid girl, Little One. I merely banished her to loneliness and despair."

He says it so lightly…

"T-to the Sh-Shadow Realm?"

Worse than death.

"Yess."

He hisses like the snake he is.

"H-how could you!"

My shout only a whisper.

"With ancient power and ancient words, my sweet."

He twirls the Rod between his fingers.

"…Have there been others?"

Another question for another answer.

"No. But there will be."

A malicious smile grows from a malicious smirk.

"Why!"

He's getting annoyed…

"Would you prefer they be killed, my sweet?"

A dangerous glare and an insane smile.

"No…"

I can barely hear myself.

"Because if you do, I will gladly oblige."

A tear for my frown and a twitch from his dagger-hand.

"No…no…no more...no more pain…"

Tear upon floor and knees hit hard on the ground.

"Oh, but there will be more. Much more."

Palms on the surface and my face towards the Devil.

"Why?"

One, two, three steps closer he stalks.

"What was that, little one? Your voice is so soft, I could not hear you."

My voice is caught in my throat for a second.

"Why?"

I turn down my face as not to see the nearing feet.

"Hm? Once more, if you don't mind."

The sounds of his legs resting on the ground and a large cloth settle frighten me.

"Why?"

My voice surprisingly stronger, and my heart ferociously pounding, trying to escape.

"You want to know why, my sweet Little Ryou?"

A hand tips my head up, and I'm staring into the cold, violet, half-lidded eyes that strike fear into my soul.

"…Yes."

My reply choked out and laced with terror.

"Because I love pain."

A dark satanic grin on his lips…

"Monster…"

Tiny whisper and nearing Devil face.

"Either I can't hear, or you can't talk."

Hot breath fanning over my pale face, making it warm and pink.

I can't say a word.

"Hm? Care to repeat that?"

I can feel his nose grazing against mine.

"Monster…"

Quietly it comes, and my breath mixing with his.

"No."

His lips seem to near, and there are palms on my cheeks.

"Yes…you are. You area monster."

I can almost feel his miniscule growl.

"True. But don't call me that."

My eyelids won't stay open, and my lips won't close.

"Monster…"

"No."

"Mon—"

"It's Marik."

No longer is my face cold or chilled, the heat of his breath acting as a blanket.

"…Marik…"

Slowly, he kisses me.

End