Brother vs Brother; Duel Between the Stars

Chaser ran through the card shop, one of the best places to find Duel Monster cards in Hollow Shades. There, on the shelves were cards of almost every type and rarity protected in hard plastic cases to keep them in the best condition. From old classics like Raigaki all the way to the latest fusion monsters, this place seemed to have them all. The only ones that were not on the floor were the rarest of the rares, kept in a safe behind the front counter with only pictures of them to show what they had. Chaser knew they had to be good since the numbers next to the pictures were higher than anything he had ever seen. It was here where Chaser was going to be getting his first real deck, not that crappy starter deck he and his brother had been using. And his parents had agreed to get him the best cards they could afford.

There were other cards here as well. Mostly for other games that didn’t involve holograms…so who cared? Certainly not the owner since they weren’t covered in the hard plastic with lower prices. Some were even thrown into baskets labeled ‘free’.

As Chaser ran past one of these baskets, something caught his eye. Normally, he wouldn’t even bother to give this a second look but this card looked so different from the others and yet it was familiar to him somehow. Coming to a stop, the small boy reached in and pulled the card out to get a better look. It wasn’t a trading card like he was used to. On the front showed a man in a jersey, bouncing a basketball with several people from the opposite team surrounding him. A sports card. The man on it looked…familiar to Chaser somehow. Like he had seen him before. But Chaser knew that team and this guy, whoever he was, wasn’t on it anymore.

“What’cha got there?” asked Chaser’s father as he walked up from behind him.

At first Chaser didn’t answer, only holding up the card so his father could see it. “Who’s this?” he asked. Chaser’s father scratched his head as he looked down at the picture, an eye narrowing in concentration.

“I think,” he began before his eyes brightened. “Oh, yeah. I ah, can’t remember his name but he used to be a pretty famous basketball player back a couple years ago. Had his own cereal and cartoon show. Think you might have seen a couple of episodes.”

Chaser frowned as he looked at the picture again. Funny, he didn’t remember any of that. “What happened to him?” asked the boy.

“I think he was caught taking drugs to make himself play better,” said his father with a sigh. “Might have been the only reason he was ever any good. People found out and he lost pretty much everything.” Then, Chaser’s father reached down to take the card from his hand before tossing it back into the basket. “Don’t worry about him, he’s not even worth remembering. Now come on, we’re here to get you a deck.” Nodding, Chaser followed his father, never once looking back at the card on top of the pile with the rest of the loser cards.

“Drown! All of you drown right now!” bellowed Chaser, reaching out with his magic to force the chains to drop them all. It was the perfect way to win. Hunter would either stand there, watching like a complete idiot as they all sank to the bottom of the tank and died for the things they said about him. No doubt when his brain starting to work again, it would be so wrecked with grief he would make misplay after misplay until he lost like the stupid bitch that he was. Or maybe Hunter would leap into the water, trying to save them and forfeiting in the process. Either way, Chaser would win.

Already he could feel his magic tingling, commanding the shadows to do his bidding. Soon, he would regain everything that he had lost. He wasn’t going to be like that basketball player, the teen super star of the week, or any of the other trash out there. No, he was too smart and too talented to fail. He had done too much to keep himself the envy of the world. Not a tarnish to his image.

Star Chaser grumbled as he walked down the hallway of his junior high, the only light being cast by the glow of his flashlight. His footsteps were quick, his other hand holding on to the strap of his backpack as he moved making sure it would fall off his back. Chaser’s eyes darted from door room number to door room number, swiftly taking them in before moving to the next. His heart was beating a little faster than normal despite knowing that his parents were none the wiser as to what he was doing. As far as they knew, he was heading to a party so they knew not to call him. Yet that didn’t mean that someone else might spot him. Some idiot teacher staying late because they didn’t have anything else going for them in their pathetic lives or that moron of a brother of his.

Soon enough, he found the room he was looking for and pulled out a key for his pocket that he had acquired at the start of the year. Smoothly he entered, making his way to the desk where he sat down while placing the backpack next to him. Once seated, Chaser opened up the desk and began to rummage through the papers with his teeth gritted.

He couldn’t believe this! Ever since the start of the year, this advanced class had been a breeze. He had managed to snooze through all the assignments thanks in part that the answers were in the back of the book, written upside down for some reason. As if that was going to prevent students from just copying them down. Even the first few tests seemed to be lifted straight from the book, making it all the easier for Chaser. But then that complete fool of a teacher had to go and ruin everything, announcing that there was going to be a test the next day. Saying that this one would be her own, that she had been using the tests in the book up to this point to see who was actually doing the work and who was just copying the answers. That they shouldn’t worry because those who had been following along and understood the text would be just fine. Oh, how clever she thought she was. Well, she was wrong! Dead wrong!

After a few minutes, Chaser found the sheets already premade along with the answers. Quickly he took several pictures of them with his smart phone before placing them back in the desk where he found them. But, as he slid the drawer shut, Chaser did not get up. Instead he opened another drawer open before opening up his backpack to pull out a half drunk bottle of rum. He unscrewed the top, quickly taking one last shot of the drink before loosely putting the cap back on and setting the bottle in the desk on its side. Already he could see the liquid beginning to drip out. Satisfied, Chaser closed the desk and headed out, feeling better already.

The next morning, before the first period was finished, that fool was dragged out of the school.

No, nothing tarnished his perfection! He was willing to do whatever it took, that’s what made him great! And with his power, he could make it all come true like a true god!

Chaser’s magic reached out to the shadows to give his orders. Soon they would obey him, dropping those idiots who dared say he was wrong, who dared to mock him, to their deaths. The shadows would obey him just like-

Outside the studio, By-The-Books was becoming increasingly worried. They should have been inside by now or at least found some way of seeing what was inside. Already, the officers under his command had found every window leading in only to find them unbreakable and those who looked inside saw only darkness. Security footage that had been transferred to his device showed only static and every attempt to communicate with the people inside via loudspeaker was answered only with silence.

He wasn’t the only one getting worried. Hard Case was getting worse, drinking more and more coffee as his own attempts to get in failed. He had gotten the idea to make an entrance off near the rear using small explosives. Only, for some reason, all they had done was singe the wall. Cutting tools had failed as well. At one point, he had even fired his gun at the door lock after telling everyone there he would take full responsibility for what happened. The lock had been destroyed and should have allowed them easy access…but still the door refused to budge.

More people were coming to help with the situation. State police and the SWAT team were still on their way while more police officers were keeping the local news informed, naturally keeping them a safe distance away. But…would that be enough to get into the building? By-The-Books had to wonder. Given what he had seen, he wouldn’t be surprised if they needed to get a tank just to dent the door!

Then, without warning, something happened. The walls of the building began to vibrate, causing everyone around to jump back and stare. Darkness seemed to swirl around the walls, twirling around before their eyes. Everyone nearby began to slowly back away, the building starting to tremble more and more as the darkness seemed to consume it. Before Books could even question what he was seeing aloud, the darkness seemed to shoot out like a shockwave, knocking all everyone back while Books was slammed into the door of his car. As he slid down to the pavement, he felt the same sensation one gets when feeling the glare of an angry person right behind out. That need to turn around to see who it was. Only, in this case, it seemed to be coming from the building itself.

“AAAAHHHHH!” screamed Chaser as he brought his outstretched hand back, holding it like it had just been burnt. And it felt like he had to, only a million times worse. The shadows around him seemed to pulse with anger, moving around him like flames belonging to an out of control fire. The burning sensation seemed to go deeper and deeper inside of him, wreaking havoc wherever it went.

“What’s happening?!?” screamed Chaser as he fell to his knees, his eyes beginning to water. The pain was now going to his core, his mind racing to figure out what had happened. It was like the shadows, his magic, had suddenly turned on him. But why now? Why would they do that when he was so close to winning, when all he needed it to do was drown those fucking-

“You don’t… know everything. Only…so much…you can do…on your…own.”

Chaser’s eyes widened as the words of what’s-his-name came to him, almost like a whisper in his ear. Was…was this what that old fool meant? Was there some rule he had broken? But…But he was Star Chaser! The rules didn’t apply to him! He was above them! He was above all things! He was greatness made flesh, a true god upon this pitiful world! How dare his magic defy him like this! Rage began to fill Chaser as he called out for his magic again, ready to command it to do his bidding and drown those fools. Only before he could give the command, he felt the core of his being pressed as it was roughly squeezed. Chaser opened his mouth to cry out, yet no words came out.

He stayed like this for a while, feeling like his life would end at any moment. Why? Why would his great power do this to him? Imploringly, Chaser looked up to see that the magic of the Shadow Games was still going. Still flowing through the walls of the studio, keeping them all locked tightly inside and making everything that happened in this duel real. But if the Shadow Game was still going on then why did Chaser suddenly feel so…empty? Why was he feeling such pain? Looking around, his gaze fell on House Dragonmaid, seeming that now she was looking right at him with what looked like a satisfied smirk. The utter bitch!

Slowly Chaser got to his feet, his eyes fixed on House as she continued to watch him. A part of him wanted to run, run away so that he could figure out what was going on before returning to finish off this stain upon humanity that called itself his brother. But the wiser side of him said that he should remain where he was. He knew that once a Shadow Game started, he had to finish it. That’s what the old fool had told him at least. And…And even if he could run, his brother would just call the police! He probably wouldn’t make it two blocks before he was picked up by the police and sent back to prison where he didn’t belong! Besides, the pain was already starting to fade. No doubt because of his superior body and endurance.

“I changed my mind,” panted Chaser, hatred flashing in his eyes as he looked past House. As he spoke, he did his best to put as much authority into his voice as he could so that that fool wouldn’t think that something might be wrong. “A quick death for them is no fun for me. Better to drag it out, let them think you have a snowball’s chance in hell before they drown due to your failure! Now finish up your move so I can end you!” That’s right, he needed to finish up the duel. With his magic, it would be easy to win. Next turn, he would create a card that would destroy everything on Hunter’s field. A trap card this time; one that could be activated from the hand as long as he controlled a Darklord monster. Checking his hand, Chaser saw that he could do that. Then, all he needed was a direct attack, and he would win.

Something isn’t right here, thought Hunter as he watched his brother standing there and panting. The only time Chaser backs down from a threat is when he realizes he can’t go through with it. With that screaming, I’m pretty sure he tried to do it and failed…but that look of pain and that funny feeling all around us…

Biting his lower lip for a moment, Hunter looked at the card he had drawn during the start of his turn. Whatever was going on, he could figure it out later. Right now he had to focus on getting everyone out of here safely. And the only way he knew how was to win this duel. “I return Ernus and Nudyarl back to my hand in order to summon Nurse and Laundry back to the field in defense mode. Then I’ll set one card face down and pass it to you.”

Turn Eight: Star Chaser

“Prepare to die,” said Chaser as he placed his fingers on the top of his deck (hand: 8). “Because once I draw this card, everything you have will be gone and I will- WHAT THE FUCK?!” Chaser raged, looking down at the card he had drawn while talking with trembling anger. “This…This isn’t the card I wanted! How? This should have been…My magic, why the hell isn’t it working properly? It’s been working perfectly up until now. Why? Why? WHY?!? CHANGE! CHANGE INTO WHAT I WANTED! I CONTROL YOU!”

As Chaser yelled at his card, Hunter watched with interest. Sure his brother’s anger was nothing new, but he could see there was a growing confusion in him. Chaser’s pain earlier clearly rattled him, but now there was something more. It was something akin to panic, that things weren’t working the way they should be and Chaser had no idea why. It was like that one time their parent’s car had broken down on the road, sparks flying from under the hood until it came up crashing into the windshield. Their father had looked so much like Chaser did now, trying his best to figure out what went wrong despite having no mechanic skills. But that would mean…

“You don’t know how your magic works, do you?” said Hunter slowly, a smile creeping on his face as he spoke. At once, the screaming from his brother died down while both Nurse and Laundry looked like they were holding back a series of giggles. Even House seemed amused by all of this, turning to look at Hunter before giving him a brief nod.

“What? Of course I…,” gasped Chaser as he looked both angry as well as nervous, eyes darting left to right

“Well, to be more specific,” continued Hunter as his confidence began to grow. “You seem to have a good grasp on what it can do, but not everything. Best guess is you did something when you tried to drown Aunt Star Chart and my friends before the duel was...” Hunter’s words trailed off as he blinked, feeling the information in his brain clicking into place like tumblers in a lock. “Could it be that simple?”

“What?” asked Chaser, his voice soft as he looked at Hunter.

“Well, it’s only a guess right now,” began Hunter. “But, at the start of this, you said that everyone in the cages would be dropped closer to the water and when my life points hit zero they would be submerged. That was the rule you made. And, since then, your magic seemed to be working perfectly. Up until you tried to drown them before the duel was over. Perhaps it is forbidden to change or alter the rules of a Shadow Game once it begins and any attempts to do so receive a penalty.”

“But that,” began Chaser, his eyes wide as he took a step back. “That can’t be. I control the shadows. I’m a god!”

“Heh, some god,” laughed Lightning. “Doesn’t even know how his own powers work.” Chaser glared at her, reaching out a hang as if to try it again only to quickly bring it back as if he thought a snake would appear in thin air in front of him, ready to strike.

“Chaser, you’re using forces that I don’t think anyone truly understands,” said Hunter firmly, his humor lessening. “Perhaps you’ll get your magic back at the end of the duel as a penalty. Or perhaps it’s gone forever, a price for breaking the rules. I don’t know. I’m still wrapping my head around all this magic stuff myself. But, for right now, I know that we are on an even playing field. You’re going to have to finish this duel with your own skills. No more cheats, no more getting whatever card you want, no more creating any card on the fly.”

“You…You think I need to cheat to take down the likes of you?!?” yelled Chaser, spit flying everywhere as his hand shook with the nine cards he now held. “I’m the one with the higher life points! I’m the one with more cards in his hand! And-”

“I’m the one who controls the field,” stated Hunter firmly. “Let’s see if you have what it takes to break it.”

“I’ll do more than just break your field,” snarled Chaser. “I play Monster Reborn in order to summon-”

“Hope Harbinger’s effect activates, letting him negate your spell card and turn it into a XYZ material,” interrupted Hunter, his dragon creating another black hole to absorb Chaser’s spell card.

“You stopped one, but can you stop this?” barked Chaser as he placed another card into his duel disk. “I play the continuous spell: Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen! When this card is on the field, and I have no other monsters, I can special summon one fairy monster from my hand once per turn. So prepare your pitiful self for Darklord Asmodeus!” Appearing before Chaser was a large, most angelic being. Darklord Asmodeus (3000/2500) had white skin which was protected by black armor on his upper torso while his lower half was covered with a white robe. White wings were sticking out of his head while on his back were two large, black wings. For a moment, Hunter thought to activate either his trap or the effect of Moonlight only to pause right before pressing the button. His finger hovered there for a moment, the timer on his duel disk counting down as it waited for a response. Hunter looked out at the field before his eyes fell on Asmodeus, hovering over the water with his arms cross. Then, he pulled his hand back and allowed everything to play out.

“You see it, don’t you Hunter,” growled Chaser. “Even if you use that flowery, girly dragon to bounce my Darklord back to my hand, I’ll just resummon him just as easily, now won’t I? Now to destroy it so I can summon my monsters freely! Asmodeus, destroy Moonlight so it will be out of my way!

Asmodeus flew across the field, fist raised as black lightning crackled around its closed fist. Like a flash it appeared in front of Moonlight, ready to strike…only to have Hope Harbinger appear in front of it with its arms across its chest to act as a shield. Asmodeus still struck, not even denting the space dragon’s armor.

“What?!? NO! You cheated! You cheated!” yelled Chaser, his eyes becoming watery as he did so.

“I did no such thing,” replied Hunter calmly, sliding one of his dragons out from under Hope Harbinger. “By detaching an XYZ unit when you declare an attack, I can redirect said attack to this monster. And thanks to the fact that Dragonmaid Welcome is still on the field, my Number monster gets an extra 300 attack points making it stronger than your Darklord!” As Hunter spoke, Hope Harbinger grabbed Asmodeus by his shoulder before unleashing a stream of energy right into its head to incinerate it. The decapitated fairy hung there for a moment before falling into the water where it exploded.

-Star Chaser’s Life Points: 13700-

“Oh and, by the way, I could have destroyed Asmodeus as soon as the battle started,” continued Hunter as he stared at his shocked brother. “All I had to do was bounce my maids back to my hand and your Darklord would have been destroyed.”

“Filthy,” growled Chaser as twin ripples appeared in the water in front of him. “Too bad for you, my turn isn’t done. Because when Asmodeus leaves the field, he leaves me a parting gift. One Asmo Token and one Deus token.” Rising up from the water came two figures that looked almost exactly as Asmodeus. The Asmo Token (Lvl 5 1800/1300) had red skin while the Deus token (Lvl 3 1200/1200) had blue skin. “And these tokens have their own effects. Asmo cannot be destroyed by card effects while Deus can survive any battle.”

“And it’s a pity for you that Asmo is level five because it triggers my Moonlight’s effect sending it back to your hand,” announced Hunter as he pointed to the red token, a whirlwind of rose petals appearing around it. “But since its just a token, its just removed from the field.”

“I’m not done!” declared Chaser as he took a card from his hand. “I still haven’t normal summoned! I tribute my token to summon Darklord Desire!” The blue token vanished, its energy rising up towards a figure in black armor. Darklord Desire (3000/2800) had large red wings and gauntlets that reminded Hunter of a scorpion’s. “Bet you’re wondering how I summoned a level TEN monster with only one tribute, right? RIGHT? Well feast your feeble brain on this; while Desire can’t be special summoned he can be tribute using only one fairy. Now I will use his effect to-”

“Let me stop you right there,” said Hunter as he pressed a button on his duel disk, flipping his trap face up. From the trap card came dozens of semi translucent tentacles that crossed the field to wrap around the limbs of Desire. And though the Darklord struggled, he was pulled closer and closer to Hunter’s trap.

“W-What is this?!?” wailed Chaser, looking more and more like was going to have a nervous breakdown.

“Paleozoic Dinomischus,” said Hunter as he discarded Enrus from his hand. “By discarding one card from my hand, I card target and banish any face up card you control.” Chaser let out a cry as he watched his monster enter the trap before it vanished from the field. “Nice little addition to my deck, don’t you think? The cost is basically nothing when you stop and think about it. Any card I send to the grave can be easily brought back.”

“I’m not…I’m not…I’m not,” muttered Chaser. “I’m not going to lose. You’re going to lose. I’m not going to lose. You’re going to lose because only I am allowed to win.” He then looked up, tears running down his face as it twisted into rage. “I will teach you what happens to those who try and take what belongs to me!”

“Let me guess, more whining?” said, surprisingly, Moondancer.

“SHUT UP!” screamed Chaser. “I still have cards in my hand. One of them being another Allure of Darkness which I’ll use to banish Darklord Amdusc. But it won’t be gone for long because next I play Different Dimension Reincarnation! For the cost of a card in my hand, I can summon Amdusc right back to the field in defense mode..” Now appearing in front of Chaser was an alicorn. Amdusc’s (1800/2800) coat was white with black armor running from its horn all the way down to its back. “Then I place two cards face down and end my turn. GO! Make your move you waste of space!”

Turn Nine: Star Hunter

“Fine,” replied Hunter as he drew (hand: 5). As Hunter brought his card to the rest of his hand, he looked up to see Chaser pressing a button on his duel disk while a crazed smile seemed to split his face in two.

“Activate face down: Darklord Rebellion!” he declared, his face down flipping up. “By discarding one Darklord card from my hand I can destroy one card you control! And I’m destroying your Hope!” From the card came bolts of black lightning, striking Hope so quickly that Hunter barely had any time to raise an arm up to block his face. When he lowered it, Hope had shattered into nothing.

“Since it’s still my standby phase, I can activate House’s effect to bring out a Dragonmaid that’s either one level higher or lower than what I have on the field,” said Hunter. “And I choose to bring back Parlor to the field.” A moment later, the green haired maid appeared on the field…eating a giant piece of meat with a bone sticking out the middle. She paused mid bite, seeming to look around her and only pausing to cringe a little under House’s disapproving gaze. Parlor seemed to cringe a little before sliding the meat into hammer space, causing Hunter to raise an eyebrow.

“They just keep coming,” growled Chaser, his eye twitching in irritation. “I’ll deal with her and the others later. Instead I’ll focus on that weed dragon of yours. I can pay 1000 of my life points to shuffle Rebellion back into my deck so that my Amdusc can use its effect to destroy it!”

-Star Chaser’s Life Points: 12700-

Black lightning began to jump around Amdusc’s horn before it was launched across the field. This time it struck the Black Rose Moonlight Dragon, causing it to let out a roaring cry before it too was destroyed leaving behind a few scattered petals and the scent of roses.

“Very well then,” said Hunter. “I attack. First I-”

“First I use my trap card: Darklord Enchantment!” interrupted Chaser, half laughing madly as his face down was flipped up. “With this, I can send one Darklord card from my hand to the grave in order to take control of one monster you have. So, until the end of this turn, House is my bitch!” A dark aura surrounded House, causing all the other maids to gasp in alarm. House floated across the field before she was then forcefully turned around to face Hunter, allowing him to see that she had her teeth gritted and fists closed tightly as the aura held her. It was clear she was fighting this tooth and claw, but it was no use. “Without her, you can’t destroy my monster with her effect. And you have one less bitch for your spell card! AND if you want to get to my life points, you’ll have to destroy her!”

Hunter said nothing as his three remaining maids transformed into their dragon counterparts, only staring at House who now had her eyes closed. As if she were waiting for the attack to come. I could ram Lorpar into her and take them both down, thought Hunter as he bit his lower lip. Then I could have one of my other Dragonmaids attack his Darklord while the other deals direct damage. But… Hunter hesitated, the timer on their duel disks ticking away as he looked into House’s face while the memory of his dreams began to surface. Hunter’s teeth clenched; he knew that this was just a hologram of a trading card. That it could feel anything! That he owed it no…

No, thought Hunter as his body relaxed. Yet his eyes became firm and narrow. It might not seem right, but that is my monster and it deserves my respect. I owe her that much.

“Lorpar!” announced Hunter, his green dragon turning to look at him with a concerned expression. “Attack Amdusc!” Lorpar seemed to relax a bit at that, as though a weight or fear had been lifted from her shoulders. She then took a deep breath before sending out her minty attack right into the alicorn, destroying it on the spot.

“HA!” laughed Chaser gleefully, looking like he was about to dance with joy. “I knew it! I knew you were too weak to attack this bitch!”

“I refuse to pointlessly toss aside my monsters,” said Hunter evenly as his monsters returned to their maid forms, three cards being added to his hand giving him a grand total of seven. “Not like how you tossed aside the Red-Eyes.”

“It was worthless,” said Chaser. “It failed me just-”

“It didn’t fail you Chaser,” said Hunter. “You never trusted it or the deck you built. So, in reality, you failed it.”

Chaser said nothing at first, just letting out a growl as his hair began to stand on end. “Spare me your pointless blathering,” he said. “I am perfection! I never fail. That deck, even with every advantage I could give it, failed me. My only regret was that I couldn’t grind every single card into the pavement for its utter uselessness. Now, end your turn and take back this hag!”

“Fine,” said Hunter. “I’ll set this card face down and end my turn.” As he spoke, the aura around House vanished instantly allowing her to fly back towards Hunter. When she was close enough, Hunter thought he saw her crying with a small smile on her face. But before he could confirm it, House had turned around to face Chaser once more.

What was, began Hunter as he felt warmth filling his heart. At the same time, a pair of the hands that were helping him stand pressed into a little harder and he felt like he was being hugged from behind. He could even feel a head pressing against his own. There was gratitude in this, Hunter could just feel it. I…never mind. I need to focus on what’s right in front of me. Right now, Chaser has only one card in his hand making it harder for him to special summon any of his Darklords. As it stands right now, his only means of summoning them is Valhalla. But that shouldn’t be a problem. If he does summon one and his other card is a trap, then he’ll have to give up the monster on the field in order to activate it. And with Lorpar in my hand, I can hopefully shut down any effects he might want to use to defend himself.

Turn Ten: Star Chaser

“You’re finished Hunter!” declared Chaser as he drew (hand: 2). “I activate the spell card Banishment of the Darklords! With this, I can add any Darklord card from my deck to my hand! That’s right, any one I want. So I’ll be adding Contact with the Darklords and then use its power to bring back Superbia!” And just like that, the chalice looking Darklord returned to the field in defense mode. “Then I’ll use its effect to bring back Zerato!” A moment later, the blade wielding Darklord in a red cloak returned as well.

“You think you were so clever by bringing out all those different kinds of monsters,” snarled Chaser. “Well, I can do that as well. Behold! I overlay my two level eight monsters to build the overlay network!” As Chaser spoke, a dark vortex appeared above the water in front of them. Both of Chaser’s monsters were transformed into purple energy before they were swiftly dragged downward. “Shattered knight of ages past, one who shall never know peace. Serve your new king, your god, on this day. XYZ summon Rank 8: Number 23: Lancelot Dark Knight of the Underworld!” As Chaser began to laugh, a figure slowly rose up from the portal. Lancelot (2000/1500) was a white skeletal figure holding a fencing sword in one of its boney grips while a purple cloth around its neck swung in an invisible breeze.

“This is the end, Hunter! The end!”