Hey! BPM here! I just wanted to say that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I also wanted to say that if I offend anyone with strong religious beliefs, I'm sorry in advance. Also, if you are expecting a change of heart in here, don't. Demons don't become mushy over night, not in my story anyway xP Well, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Demons rule the earth after their victory over the heavens. They pillage, they maim, and they take what they please. Bakura rules over this onslaught with an iron fist with his second in command. However, once something of true value is put up for grabs, tensions rise as they fight for control over a little Englishman. No soft stuff here. Tendershipping Euroshipping. This is a yaoi fanfic, if you don't enjoy, then don't read.

The world has crumbled. Buildings have fallen, streets have been destroyed and the sky has turned into a permanent blanket of darkness since Hell's Legion of Lucifer had triumphed over the Heavenly Battalion of Christ. Throughout the years the war seemed to have no end in sight, that was until the Overlord took command. He believed that Hell's military tactics were weak. They were beasts! It was time they fought like it. The Overlord called off all organized strategies in favor of new ferocious, erratic attacks.

The Messengers of God never saw them coming.

The lands were now covered in corpses. The once heroic angels that helped to protect the word of God and defend the lives of the innocent were now in flames as the demons torched all that was left of what was once good, and holy. They took great pleasure in watching the wings burn; this was mainly because when the fire met with the feathers, the most beautiful shades and hues erupted. It was truly a sight. Although the sight was pleasing, the smells of burning flesh were what pushed the demons off the edge. They were creatures of the underworld and had spent their lives surrounded by sulfur and brimstone, but this new intoxicating smell of their enemies catching flame was exotic.

As the lower ranking demons spread their leathery wings to patrol across the land, the Overlord sat on his throne, smirking. The Overlord was a sight to behold, but no one ever wanted to behold it for the villagers new what was to follow. His alabaster hair stuck out in sporadic angles and fell past his shoulders as his bangs draped over his face. His face was fierce with no trace of the stress from the Eternal War. As he sat his long, slim body relaxed for he had nothing to fret about, not anymore. His fangs peaked out from under his lips and his eyes glowed with the most hypnotic shade of burgundy as one of his human slaves danced for him. His eyes followed her as she curved in a rhythmic motion in hopes that she would please the satanic overlord and in turn, he would spare her life at least for another day. As he watched her, he took notice of her anxiety. He new what she feared and it was the trepidation that pleased him. He loved to see the weak squirm under his all power gaze.

Next to the Overlord sat his Right Hand. The General was also known for his cold demeanor, however where the Overlord would partake in the enjoyment of slaughtering his enemies, the General shown no emotion, his face mocking the stillness of stone save for his occasional smirk when the mortals begged. He found it hilarious. He had short brunet hair and the most piercing shade of Egyptian blue eyes. Rumor had it that his eyes could look into the very soul of his prey and bring forth their deepest terrors. One of the enemy angels tried to rid this threat by attempting to slay the powerful General. The demon received an everlasting scar over his right eye, the angel was obliterated. The still demon's build was similar to that of the Overlord, however he was slightly taller and more muscular. This helped in terrifying his enemies and gave him an advantage in overpowering human captives for his superior. He lived to please his king.

The young woman continued to dance as the ruler watched with hungry eyes. The twists and turns of her body were tempting the hellish king like a cat and a dangling thread, and he was ready to pounce. He slowly rose from his skull throne, applauding the young lady as his court followed suit. The young woman stopped dancing and quickly bowed to her captor.

"You are a marvelous dancer, human. I wonder what else you can do." He said as she looked at him, petrified on the spot. Her eyes grew wide as she wondered what the meaning was behind his words. The demon lord raised his hand, and beckoned for her to take place in front of him. She made her way slowly, nearly tripping over her own feet until she was under the wicked stare of her captor. He grinned.

"You really are beautiful," he said as he brought his hand to the trembling girls cheek, "I bet you taste as good as you look." His sharpened claws quickly scored her face and she shrieked. Survival took over as she tried to run. Sadly a mere human has no chance against the swiftness of a demon. He grabbed her arm and with a sickening crack she went down as the king sunk his teeth into her warm flesh. Bleeding and broken the young women screamed for help, but her cries went unheard by caring ears, for in the castle of the Demon Overlord, there is no mercy for the good. All acts of kindness never went unpunished, as the only law was that of what Lucifer had put in place.

The girl went quiet, blood pooled around her as her pulse slowed and quickly diminished. The white haired king raised his head in pure ecstasy, blood falling from the corners of his mouth, his deep red eyes heavy lidded as he regained control of himself. He looked around at his court with an evil smile as he stood and went back to his throne. As he sat down the General turned his head as leaned in as close as he could to the demon ruler.

"Master Bakura, if you keeping feasting on your slaves there wont be any left to entertain yourself or the court."

"That is a risk I am willing to take. I have waited for years to taste the blood of the living and now that no one is there to stop me, I will drink my fill." He started to laugh manically.

"My Lord, at your rate of consumption, there wont be any humans left."

"Now, now. There is no need to exaggerate, Seto. There are plenty of humans in this world and each and every one of them is under my command. They are cowering, too petrified ever since I slayed their only protector." Bakura looked up to his trophy. It was placed above his throne, a single set of angel wings, in between them, facing down, was a silver handled sword with a blue tinted blade. The detailing on this handle included an elaborate engraving of a dragon with sapphire eyes. The dragon was facing upward as if flying towards the light of heaven. This was a symbol of power and acceptance. The dragon, a powerful creature flying to the warmth of heaven, asking to be accepted by the light of God, it made the Overlord sick. The owner of this particular sword and wings had been the biggest thorn in Bakura's side.

The archangel Atem was the most powerful figure in the Heavenly Battalion of Christ. He was tall, slender, his eyes where full of confidence, yet soft to promote a sense of welcoming to all. He was kind and willing to give up his own life to protect the innocence of the human race. It was Bakura's sheer pleasure to annihilate this angelic nuisance. He ripped the wings off Atem's bloodied back once he was caught. His screams where music to the Overlord's ears and he felt the heartbeat of his enemy fade and extinguish. It was a day Bakura will treasure for the rest of his immortal life.

"With the angels gone and heaven destroyed, these mortals have nothing to look forward to after death. They are slowly starting to realize that this is their life, and when they die, they will continue to serve Lucifer in Hell." His sharpened teeth glowed in the light of the crimson moon and he grinned at the thought of the tragic fate of the mortals.

"Agreed, Master Bakura. But now with the battle won, we need to plan ahead. What would you like me to focus on next?" Blue eyes stared emptily at his king sat and pondered.

"I require a new slave. After that, I want you to finish the plans for the construction of our temple for Lucifer. We need to recruit workers to get the construction under way and if they refuse, kill them. There is no room for those who refuse the will of Lucifer." Bakura sat with his leg propped up on the arm of his throne. The Temple of Lucifer would be Bakura's crown jewel of his reign. The image of this immaculate cathedral had been in his head since he was crowned king and it would be the ultimate tribute to the dark one, the one who bestowed upon Bakura his wretched powers. In Bakura's mind, it was the least he could do.

"Considered it done, Your Majesty. I'll leave at once to pick your new slave and while I'm at it I'll recruit a few workers for the building process. The plans have been completed and the resources have been collected. Depending on how many mortals we capture, the temple will be up before you know it."

"I knew I could count on you, Seto. Out of all the years you have served me, not once have you disappointed me. Let's just hope that streak continues."

"You have nothing to worry about." With that, Seto bowed to his superior and briskly walked out of the grand throne room were Bakura stood, his gaze on his most valued trophy.

Seto's steps were deafening as he stormed down the halls of the vast castle, making his way to the soldiers' quarters. Once there he kicked the door open, capturing every last soldiers' attention. Instantaneously they rose, their eyes on Seto, awaiting his orders.

"I want all of you to grab your horses. Our Overlord wants us to see to it that we have workers for the construction of the temple. If they refuse, kill them." The soldiers grinned and laughed amongst themselves. This was going to be a fun task after all.

"Let's go." With that the room burst into a sea of excitement as the soldiers hoot and hollered, grabbing their swords and arrows, and running to the stables to grab their horses. Seto watched with stone cold eyes as the demons prepped for the nights work. Tonight, there will be blood for demons don't ask, they take. The weak will be butchered, the heretics will be made example of, and the city will be burned, all in the name of Lucifer.

Seto smirked. For the name of Lucifer? He had seen the fallen angel and to be honest, he wasn't impressed. Seto always wondered why Bakura never claimed all control. The King was the strongest, the most destructive, and the most bloodthirsty. He believed that Bakura was brainwashed into doing a weak demon's bidding. Either way, it wasn't Lucifer that Seto was afraid of. If you insult the name of the dark one, you must answer to the Overlord, and that wasn't something that Seto had desire to partake in.

Being pulled from his thoughts by the anxious shouts of his followers, Seto picked up his sword, mounted his horse, and led the reckless demons into the cold, red filled night.

Hey everyone! It's been ages since I wrote a fanfic I fear I'm a tad rusty. Either way I hope you liked the first chapter at least. It gets better I promise. I have so much in store! So many characters to introduce! Anyway, reviews are welcomed. Like I said, it's been a while since I last wrote a fanfic so criticism is welcomed. See you next chapter!