Pegasus led the calm brunet down the massive hallway, and stopped before a seeming dead end. "Beyond here is the cellar of the mansion. Go up the stairs and the back door inside will be right there."

Seth nodded slightly. "Thank you," he said.

Pegasus handed him Bun-Bun, or rather a chibi Bun-Bun, a normal-sized rabbit. "I don't imagine you'll succeed, but good luck, at any rate."

Seth nodded again, took the rabbit gingerly but without comment, and slipped out of hte small opening. He felt his way through the darkness and up the stairs, and blinked at hte sunlight. Then he pressed the back door gently open after a moment spent picking hte lock, and slid inside silently, glancing around. If perhaps he could rescue the Pharaoh without a fight at all, since no one was here yet to know that he was here, that would be best...

One of the maids turned the corner and stared at Seth before giving a high pitched keen of alarm.

Seth immediately darted forward and grabbed her, covering her mouth and holding her. "Quiet," he hissed. "Or I will kill you. I'm looking for the Pharaoh the dark beast has prisoner."

She stared at him with wide blank eyes.

No good - she was Amun's, if not in mind than simply for working for him. The priest didn't waste any further time with her, electing not to kill her as she was as much a victim as the Pharaoh, more than likely, but swiftly and efficiently knocking her out, and taking her back to hte cellar, where he dumped her in Pegasus's hall, where she wouldn't be a threat to him. It seemed he would have to do this alone; checkng hallways before he took them became a priority. From what he understod from Ryuuzaki, the Pharaoh was nearly always with Amun, when he was home, so there would more than likely be no chance to simply spirit him away...

Amun lounged on the bed, reading a scroll. "How is the planning coming along, my pet?"

The pet was looking intently over his plans for his master's temple. It had been coming along nicely over the last few days. He gathered up a few parchments and crawled over the bed and handed them over. "How about this master?"

"Hmm." He looked them over. "Not bad at all. The nave needs to be deeper though... here." He pointed. "And the altar slightly larger."

He looked at the places his master indicated and he nodded in agreement. "I agree of course." he smiled as he took another pencil, this one blue and marked in the changes. "Like this?" he offered the paper once more.

Wandering around without a clue wasn't an option. Seth crouched down and summoned a small dragon that fit in his hand. "Find lesser-master," he said to it. For a moment he let it sniff at the floor, then stood up, following the urgings it gave him as it moved in his hand. He came to a door where it began turning in circles and paused, listening to the voices inside as he stood against he wall off to one side.

Amun studied the changes, and nodded. "That would be good."

He smiled a bit. "Anything more, master?"

The pharaoh didn't seem to be in pain or otherwise under duress. It seemed he was, indeed, content to be the pet, which meant he was at least probably in good physical health, though it would of course present some difficulty. Absently, Seth put the dragon away inside the back of the rabbit and waited as he thought for a moment longer.

"There needs to be an underground chamber, with a skylight." Amun instructed. "And a large sacrificial altar."

He nodded and then added those things into the plans. At least this way he was doing something useful. He was enjoying this work alot actually. "Just give me a list of the things you wish to have in the temple and I will see that they are put there, master." He gave him a grin and then crawled closer and kissed him lightly. "After all this is for your glory and honor."

Amun kissed him back. "As all will be, eventually. I look forward to that day, my pet."

"Yes." He smiled and sat back on the bed and looked at the plans. He thought they were coming along well since he had never designed anything like this before.

Seth's eyes narrowed slightly, but he clenched a hand and forcefully pushed back the personality struggling for dominance. No. This was his operation, and Rage would only hinder him. He silently summoned Bitey again - it seemed larger this time, ten feet and maybe five hundred pounds - and nodded slightly to the dragon. It vanished in a swirl of shadows.

Amun absently rubbed a hand along his pet's thigh as he read. The he paused, and his eyes narrowed as he felt the flash of shadow magic. "Pet, defenses up."

Atem had sensed it too though a second after his master had told him to take action. He frowned a little and narrowed his eyes as he remained alert to what might be happening. He placed himself close to his master's side and waited

Amun summoned his own powers as well. "Come in." he invited mockingly

Bitey reappeared on hte bed - collapsing it with his weight - and immediately lunged for Amun, deftly somehow avoiding Atem.

Amun screamed as the dragon lunged for his throat - his reflexes here fast enough that instead he got his arm up and almost shredded in the razor teeth. He cursed and tried to focus past the pain toblast the creature with a spell.

"Master!" Atem gasped as the creature pushed him aside. He paniced not knowing what to do. He couldn't send a spell on it for fear of hitting Amun.

Seth was not one for a magical battle; his only powers were the cummoning of dragons. But he opened the door as Bitey attacked and immediately threw the stuffed rabbit into Amun's lap. the dragon inside of it instantly expanded as he replaced it with another and it lunged for Amun's unprotected stomach. He grabbed Atem's arm while the dark pharaoh was distracted.

Amun was not a happy camper, almost unable to move under the weight of two dragons. Shadows moved to block the attack to his vitals without his will, leaving him to deal with the dragon on his arm. He dug clawed fingers into it's eye.

Bitey viciously ripped at Amun, a mouth almost big enough to eat Yuugi whole crunching down on his arm as his vicious claws went for his legs. The attack on its eyes only made it madder; it would not give up until it was killed, because it was Master's will.

"master!" the pet cried once more and then he felt himself being pulled away from the bed. He struggled and narrowed his eyes on their assailant. "Let me go!" darkness started to swarm around Atem then and it waas inching along Seth's legs. He hoped that master could take care of himself

The second dragon, nearly as large as Bitey, ripped at his legs since it couldn't get to his vital and wrapped its serpentine body around him to get at the back of his neck and his back.

Seth coldly and emotionlessly narrowed his eyes on Atem. "Attack me and I will kill your master," he said flatly.

For a moment, Amun stopped struggling; then he snapped a word of Power and shadow magic blasted out from his body in a wave of raw force. His crimson eyes glowed with rage as the shadows writhed around him, one arm still shredded and dripping blood. "You can't kill Me, mortal priest."

Atem was about to do something to attack the man when he uttered those words. He looked back at his master and frowned.

The serpentine dragon was destroyed utterly, but its body had partially protected Bitey from the blast, and the dragon struggled back to his feet. Seth showed absolutely no reaction to the death of his creature as Bitey lunged again, instead wrapping his hand around Atem's throat.

"Defend yourself, pet." Amun ordered as he turned to deal with the dragon. "Worry not about Me." A shadow writhed into the shape of a serpent, which sank curved teeth dripping with poison into Bitey's neck.

Bitey roared - for probably the first time in its life - and thrashed against teh shadow serpent, slamming his massive tail into the wall and into Amun.

He felt that hand around his throat and he gasped. He hadn't been paying attention to his own situation but on that of his master's. He was failing at protecting him. He flailed about in Seth's grip and then a tendril of burning darkness laced around Seth's wrist and burned into his flesh.

Amun rolled with the blow - which kept his ribs from being driven into his lungs, but they still snapped like kindling under the force. Only magic and stubborn will was keeping Amun on his feet, the shadows feeding him power. Outside, several small animals dropped dead as he drained their life force to heal himself.

Seth pushed that pain away as he had pushed away the weakness from teh destroyed dragon. Being pure intellect had its benefits. His other hand grabbed both of Atem's wrists and yanked him toward the door as he kept his grip on his throat. He in fact tightened that grip with hte intention of cutting off his air until he passed out.

Bitey was weakened and probably dying, but he lunged forward and threw himself, all fuive hundred pounds of him, on top of Amun as he thrashed around and flailed against teh serpent still, determined to serve Master still.

He wasn't going to be taken away from Master. He struggled once more and then narrowed his eyes as he "threw" a line of his own life force to his master to do as he wished with it. Of course it would increase his own chances of passing out but it would be worth it.

The dark Pharaoh gave a grunt as he was slammed to the ground, 'catching' Atem's gift and using it to heal himself far more rapidly than any beast's power would. He grasped the dragon on him and drained it too for good measure.

Seth yanked Atem from the room and squeezed his throat tightly, pulling him back down the hall as he cut all ties to Bitey so that Amun couldn't drain him through the dragon.

Atem kicked out towards the priest aiming for his balls with the action. Providing he was in the proper location to do so. He still continued to feed his power to his master as he needed

He was close to passing out though; things starting to go fuzzy around his vision.

Since Seth was holding Atem's back against him for ease of asphyxiation, he grunted a little as Atem's heel connected with his shin, and then ignored it as he had everything else, following the path he had memorized back toward the back door and the cellar entrance.

Bitey gave a squeal and collapsed on top of Amun, but the massive body didn't disappear, though it was dead.

"m...master..." atem gasped out...his vision darkening even more. "I don't want...to...leave..." he said softly and tried to struggle in the grip once more. He tried to summon something but his powers were tied up elsewhere, probably in sending Amun his own life.

Amun closed his eyes and vanished from under the dragon, teleporting to where the tracking spell on Atem told him his pet was. He emerged from the shadows behind Seth, cutting off the line of force between himself and Atem before his pet passed out.

Then he pounced, legs wrapping around Seth's waist and hand on his head, draining his life force and Shadow Magic.

Seth gave a noise and stumbled to his knees, falling backward. He still had one dragon left in him.... He reached for the weapon he didn't dare touch, the blue Eyes White Dragon... and gave a faint cry of surprise as it simply wasn't there, feeling as though he had missed a step somewhere his grip on Atem falling away.

That sliver of power coming back to him made him waken a little and he fell to the floor gasping for air and trying to crawl away. Not having any clue what happened

Amun landed lithely on his feet, arm healing the rest of the way as he drained the priest to unconsciousness. "Easy pet... you're safe. Master is here."

He still still couldn't breath, his air coming in gasps but he moved close to his master and buried his face in his chest. "I'm sorry....I failed....I'm useless...."

Seth was, as was previously stated, unconscious, crumpled on the floor.

Amun let go of Seth and walked over to his pet, cuddling him. "Shhh...it's okay, pretty one."

He calmed down and closed his eyes a moment. "So....who is this? One of your enemies?" He asked softly as he opened narrowed eyes on the priest...there was something....familiar though....

The mark, the eye of Horus that Atem had burned into the back of Seth's shoulder, was clearly visible as he lay there.

"He is one who would claim you as his Master and take you from me." Amun murmured, stroking his hair. He saw the mark and his eyes narrowed... a slave mark? Had Atem put that there?

Atem was silent as he looked at the mark his eyes narrowing a moment. "Fool." he uttered darkly. He moved a way from his master a little and looked at the fallen priest. "He didn't get too far did he?"

"No. Further than I would have expected, but Seth was always stubborn." He gestured and the Shadows took the body to a room deep under the mansion. A very special room where Amun worked the darkest rites to his Lord and where his victims were regularly tortured to death to provide him with souls.

The name sounded familiar to him and he frowned once more as he watched the figure vanish away. "Where are you taking him master?"

"To my sanctum." He took Atem's hand and pulled him close. "Are you all right, pet? Did he hurt you?"

He looked up at him and shook his head. "I'm fine...started but fine. Are you okay?" He looked over him intently. "I thought you were going to die and I wouldn't be able to stand that if it happened."

"It takes more than that to kill a God." He pulled Atem close and kissed him, transporting them to the room where he had taken Seth

Having been dragged away from his master even if only for a moment had angered and scared him. It wasn't until that had happened that he realised just how much he depended on the other...how deeply he cared about it...seeing him hurt....he looked around the room and blinked. "What are you going to do now, master?"

Seth was lying limply where Amun had sent him, still unconscious.

It was dark, with only purple flames illuminating the room and the crumpled form on the floor. "I'm going to punish him for attempting to take what is Mine." Amun growled, shadows lifting the limp body to a rack. "And I'm going to keep torturing him until he dies."

"Until he dies? For having tried to take me away?" he blinked a little. Was he really that important to the other. "Am I permitted to torture him for trying to kill you?"

Amun blinked, then a wide evil smirk crept over his features. "Of course, pet... I'll even give you tips."

Espa stirred, being drawn to the dark energy of his master, but still weak. He followed towards him in a daze, eager to serve.

He bowed. "I am you pet show me what you wish. He should be punished for this...most harshly."

"And he will be." He turned as the door opened. "Ahh... Espa. Awake I see."

So this was the apprentice...Atem was silent

Espa stepped forward, somewhat confused, bowing slightly to Amun. "And ready to serve you, my dark Lord." He glanced at the pet. Such a pretty thing, wasn't he?

"Pet, this is Espa, my apprentice. Espa, this is my pet." He stroked Atem's wild hair. "Now... we have a victim to torture." He turned to Seth.

He moved closer to master and fixed Espa with a dark look. Then he turned away from him and looked back to Seth with a smirk

Torture, eh? Espa turned and looked, ignoring the pet's dark look. Too bad for him that he wasn't a mere pet and was stealing some of Master's favor. Espa blinked at it being Seth, then shook it off and grazed his lips across Amun's cheek, whispering in his ear. "May I help? What has Seth done to my Lord?"

"He tried to take My beloved Pet from me and that is not permitted."

The pet's eyes narrowed on the apprentice daring to touch his master even in passing in anyway but he was silent.

"First we have to strip him and wake him up. Pet, take that knife and undress him. Espa, get us some ice water."

"Then he shall suffer, my beautiful Lord." Espa glared at Seth, then smirked at Atem, running a hand across Amun's chest.

Espa nodded and went for the water, still smirking at Atem.

Amun was apparently oblivious to the subtle jealousies between Atem and Espa. He wasn't, but it amused him. They would sort out between them who was higher in the pecking order.

Atem's eye twitched at the interactions between his master...HIS master...and the apprentice. He'd have to do something about this later. He smirked a little and then took the knife and walked to where Seth was. He looked down at him as he slit the fabric away from his body.

Espa returned with the ice water, 'accidentally' bumping Atem out of his way in his voyage to bring it to Master.

He didn't like this apprentice at all. He narrowed his eyes and moved aside. "All taken care of, master." the pet bowed to his master.

Amun took the water and, when Seto was naked, dumped it on his body, returning just enough of his stolen life force to make sure he woke.

Seth gasped deeply as he jerked awake and looked at them all with wide eyes. Almost instantly he was in his female form, and cried out as being a foot shorter made the pain from the rack much more intense. "Please!" she cried out. The cold priest personality was obviously long gone.

"Please?" Amun smirked and reached up, tweaking a nipple. "And which one are you, my dear?"

Atem's eyes widened at the change but he was silent as he stood back lowering his head.

"Please don't hurt me..." she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks oand falling to het tops of her generous breasts as he touched her. "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?" Amun slapped her. "Sorry doesn't cut it. You laid hands on Myself and on my pet. That crime will be paid for with pain."

She whimpered and left her face turned away where his slap had put it. "I'm sorry... I didn't do that. priest did it... he did it all. Most of us didn't want this, but he's so much stronger than us..." She sobbed into the empty air.

Holy shit, he was a girl! Espa grinned and moved closer, touching her face almost affectionately, then digging his sharpened nails into the sensitive area behind her ears. "You fucked up bitch. It doesn't matter which one you are, you still inhabit the body that fucked with a Lord."

The pet was silent as he stood there his head still lowered.

She sobbed and cried out with pain. "I'm sorry, please, it wasn't my fault..." she begged. "Please let me go!"

Amun glanced at him. "Something wrong, pet?"

"Huh?" he looked up and shook his head. "The girl thing has caught me off guard is all."

"Adjust," Espa said coldly.

"Don't worry, pet. It's a curse he's under." A gentle hand caressed Seth's cheek. "If it is not your fault, pretty, then where is the one who is at fault? Where is the priest?"

"H-he's in here, but... but we can't control who's in front... it just happens..."

Espa giggled. "Priest? He should be stripped of that title. He should be hurt so badly he gives it up himself." Bitch. Bitch that dared to hurt his precious dark Lord. He looked around for a weapon.

"I think you're lying."

"No! No, I'm not! Please! I wouldn't! I'm telling the truth! I don't want you to hurt me..."

Espa glared and stepped forward, pressing his hands to her cheeks. "Do you wish me to enter her mind, Master?" He was weak, but he'd do anything for Amun.

"No." Amun smirked cruelly. "Well, we'll just have to play with her until the priest shows himself. I wonder how long she will last?" He waved Espa off and walked to a table, picking up a slender switch soaked in salt water. "Torture is an art, not a science. You have to discover first how much of a pain threashold they already have." The switch feel across the slender belly.

Espa pouted since he couldn't use his only real useful skill that he used how to know, and stepped back, waiting to be given permission to do anything.

Pet was observing his master more interested in learning the fine trade from him then anything else. He had no true skills in torture after all. He would wait and watch.

The girl Seth screamed, shaking her head. "No! Please, no! This won't make him come out! Atem, please, you always protected me, you said you'll protect me, don't let him hurt me!"

"No one here answers to that name/

Amun whipped her again. "The stomach is delicate... you have to use lighter strokes to not break the skin. Heavier strikes can be used on the arms, legs and back."

The pet smirked slightly and watched; taking in the words from his master and committing them to memory. Now that he was over his initial shock from the prisoner's odd condition he was more then eager then before. He inched forward and looked at Master. "Am I permitted to try, master?"

Espa glared at him, twitching because he wanted so badly to hurt the bitch and serve Amun. Stupid pet, he was a fucking priest! He couldn't just very well stand here and be useless!

She screamed again, babbling incoherently as she begged.

"Espa. why don't you see if you can find a fresh persona for pet to practise on?"

Espa smiled and picked up a small razor. "I wonder how many personas there really are since you won't let me find out..." He smirked as he petted Atem's head lightly and moved to the Seth-girl and whispered in her ear. "Your begging is useless. Your torture isn't going to end, little girl. You should give us someone stronger to play with." He ran his hands over sensitive areas of her body affectionately to make the niceness of it all make her hurt worse in comparison, searching for a good point for Master to have him start at.

The girl's babbling trailed off into a quiet moan as her eyes closed halfway, and she squirmed a little in the bindings.

Amun cocked his head, watching. "Pet, grab a knife."

He nodded and went and gathered a knife from near-by and then brought it back to Master.

Espa smiled and kept petting the cute little thing. Her screams would be so nice after she let her guard down. Surely her pain would be given to the dark Gods and to his favorite dark God.

Head tilted into the petting, she gave a little sigh.

"Espa, left side; Pet, right side." He frowned. "I have a feeling this is a very different persona." He tapped her forehead. "which one are you?"

Pet did what he was told and went to the right side of their prisoner.

Espa moved to the left, drawing his fingers across the edge of the razor.

She smirked a little. "Wouldn't you like o know? Why don't you come closer and find out, you big manly thing?" She sighed a little and stretched out comfortable. "you could all ake turns... or we could all have so much fun together..."

"Hmmmm masochist. Fun, but hard to torture except by NOT giving them what they want."

"I prefer to say I'm open-minded... But you already have me all stretched out, no one's going ot take me?" She pouted artfully, making a movement as though to spread her bound legs further.

Espa stepped back quickly, shaken. Lust... But no, he wouldn't. Amun wouldn't like it. He had to close his eyes and try to block her out for the moment.

He arched an eyebrow but other wise ignored her words and actions; bored and not interested in them at all

"Frankly I think the only one here interested the slightest in a female is me." Amun murmured. "Well, this will still make a good subject for working on technique. Pet, put the blade on her arm. You can see how the light pressure only gives a light, and heavier makes the skin pucker... at that point, horizontal movement will cut the skin."

"Should I cut her then?" he asked looking at master

"Yes."

"Oh, I don't know, I think the green-haired one is interested... What, don't you want me again, Espa? Come on, you've all had me before, you know how good I am..." She looked at the pet, then smiled a bit. "Of course you should..."

He narrowed his eyes on the girl and then ran the flat blade along her arm. Then he pressed it into her flesh slowly watching the blood rise over the blade lightly then he deepened the cut with a smirk

Espa narrowed his eyes, trying to deny it, but stuttering. "N...No... I only want Lord Amun." He dropped his head down and frowned. "I think she should be fucked with a sharp knife if she wants it so bad." He was trying not to think about how much she was like him, and how he'd love to be in her position at the moment.

She closed her eyes and gave a little moan. "You've always been good with a knife... even better with your shadow powers though. Why don't you let him use those instead, Amun-baby? The things he used to do..." She moaned again, and sighed.

"Espa... if you want to fuck her, do it." Amun smirked. "Self-denial is not required of My priests."

Espa looked at him in shock. "But how can I do it without giving her any pleasure. I have no desire to please someone who dares to go against you..."

Then he turned back to Atem, adjusting his grasp on the knife. "This will allow you better control." He glanced back at Espa. "You mentioned a knife... we could make a game of this, see how far her masochism goes."

She smiled. "Oh, but would you rather a guy? I know you alllll like guys... I aim to please..." In a moment she was a he again, still smirking at them; apparently the slut personaity had control over the curse, at least. The change drove hte knife far deeper into his arm and he gave another little moan.

Espa nodded. "I learned a little from my brother and his fucked up lover, but I haven't had the chance to actually mess anyone up..." He ran his hand up Seth's thigh between his legs and set the razor against the slit in his cock, biting his lip.

Pet raised an eyebrow and then walked over to master willing to let Espa have whatever sick fun he was going to have.

slutSeth gave a moan and his cock twitched at that. "Are you really going to hurt me, or are you just teasing, little rapist?"

Espa growled. "So what if I raped you? Maybe if you weren't so goddamn pathetic, it wouldn't have happened! I mean, god, your shadow magic was more than mine and yet you were controlled by a weak little gypsy psychic! You deserved what you got!" He climbed up on the table and slowly stroked Seth's cock, glaring in his face. "Fine, you want pain, you'll get it. You came to a perfect place to get it." He slowly began inserting the small straight razir through the slit, wincing at the blood at the skin splitting. Oh gods, that was sick.

Amun watched his apprentice. "Never give pain in anger... sadism requires control if you don't want the victim to die." He laid a kiss on his pet's temple. "You can cut him deeper, pet.'

Seth laughed as Espa got angry, purposely egging him on. "Watching you beg Atem for your puny life was pretty funny." His eyes closed and he moaned again, body shivering. "I had better sex from Yami, though..."

"It's boring when they enjoy it." he commented to his master and then wrapped his arms about him.

"I know." The dark Pharaoh watched Espa play.

Seth pouted, apparently ignoring Espa. "You didn'tused to think so, petpet. Some of hte best sex i ever had was when I pissed you off."

The pet didn't respond to those words, his attention was on master entirely. He pressed a kiss to his neck then and nuzzled him.

Espa bit his lip so bad that it started bleeding, determined not to show anger after hearing Master's instructions. He smiled sweetly at Seth and pushed it slowly all the way in until all that could be seen was the small metal tip, leaning down and licking the blood. "You won't get to me, Seth. I have a purpose now, and you're nothing but an error." He looked back, getting angrier at the pet and Master than at Seth.

"But I'm a damned sexy error," Seth commented, body throbbing with blinding pain that this personality couldn't help but enjoy.

Espa huffed. "This personality is useless to torture, Master. He likes it too much." And he had to force himself not to think too much about how it would feel to force Seth's cock inside of himself, his erection maintained by a metal tool that was slowly slicing through it, and pulling off as he felt the cock split and the razor start to dig into his own skin. What the hell was wrong with him? He was trying to back away, but all he managed to do was stare down.

Seth giggled. And then pouted. "Does this mean I'm not getting fucked?" he said plaintively.

"Apparently not." Amun chuckled. "Control, Espa."

Espa rolled his eyes. "Technically, you got penetrated, slut. I would gladly fuck you now, but it wouldn't advance my Lord's wishes, so I'm not going to." Oh gods, he wanted to. Somehow all that stuff about rape being bad had been sacrificed to the shadows. "I'll fuck a personality of yours that won't enjoy it, freak." He slowly started moving back to get off of the table and figure out with help from Master how to get his personality to switch.

The pet wrapped his arms about his master tighter and was silent as he watched with little interest

"You can use your powers to try and force a change." Amun stroked his pet's ass.

Espa glanced back and jumped off of the table after seeing Amun and the pet, walking over to them. He pouted cutely and ran his hand along Amun's jaw, looking up at him. "Teach me, Master, please?" As he nuzzled against him, he shot a dark look at Atem, trying to keep Amun from seeing it.

Pet ignored Espa and remained with his arms about his master.

Seth was silent, watching the three of them and twisting his wrists in the bindings.

"I have said that I would... but I think for now our victim is unsuitable." Amun smirked. "Espa, return to your rest and your studies."

Espa pouted, and stood his ground. "No," he said softly, staring at Atem. "I wanna stay."

"Master's words are law." pet intoned softly

"You are disobeying Me?" Amun asked very, very softly.

"Shut up, pet," Espa hissed. "I wanna stay with Master and learn, and I care nothing for what a pet says."

Espa paused and looked up at him, then dropped his head. "I'm trying to serve you. What good am I in bed?"

"To go against his wishes is to go against him." he replied as he wrapped his arms more securely around his master. At least pet knew his place and wouldn't go against the wish of his master

Amun touched his chin. "You are weak right now. You need to rest or you will be of no use at all."

Espa frowned, sulking like a child. "Why does your stupid pet get to stay, then?" He didn't even care iif he got punished. At least Amun would be creative with it.

Amun slapped him. "Because he is rested; you just went through a powerful and damaging ritual. And you swore to obey Me. Are you my priest or a petulent child?"

"Perhaps, he should be punished for his transgressions against thee, master...?" he offered as he looked at Espa. He was over his little jealous fit from before -he didn't care about anything Espa might do...Pet knew where he stood in the scheme of things.

Espa whimpered and stared up at Amun's face. "Fine. Choose that fucking thing there. I'll deal with him later..." He moved to turn and leave.

"He will be, when he is strong enough to survive the discipline." Shadows wrapped around Espa and drew him up, holding him above the ground. "Pet is Mine. No one touches him in any way except Me. Remember that if you would not be in the same position as Seth."

Seth was watching silently, the voice in hte back of his head that was Priest intrigued.

"Maybe I want to be in that position, as long as it is you that tortures me, my dark Lord. I'd gladly submit to that," Espa said, not fighting the shadows. "Do you really want yet another subservient, mindless creature or do you want a Priest that can function on his own?"

"Subservient, yes. Mindless, no." Amun considered this.

Espa smiled a little, still not fighting the shadows. "That ignorant spell kept me submissive and mindless, Honda my only concern. Now you are my only concern, and I have sworn to serve you faithfully, have shown you trust, and yet I don't deserve trust in return?"

"Pathetic." pet said softly as he looked at Espa. "If you were serving him faithfully you would know when to stand down."

"Shut up, pet!" Espa hissed again. "Has it ever crossed your mind that I wish to be something more than you are to Lord Amun? I will stand down when it's necessary, but this isn't that time!"

Unexpectedly, Amun laughed. "Very good, Espa. You have more steel in you than I expected."

Espa raised and eyebrow and laughed. "I'm very glad you removed that debilitating spell, my Lord," he said, nodding and lowering his head in respect.

"As am I. Whoever put it on you was fettering you, it seemed." He caressed his pet's back as he lowered his priest. "I admire someone who can stand up to a God. I wouldn't push too much, however... I may not always be amused."

"Understood, Lord. I shall go rest now if you wish it." Espa smirked faintly at Atem because of the compliment.

He nodded. "Go rest. Seth will be around for you to play with later."

"Very well..." Espa leaned forward and kissed Amun hungrily, then turned to leave.

Amun kissed him back, smirking as Espa left.

"Quite an interesting arrangement," Seth commented clinically from his place on the rack.

"I didn't ask your opinion." Amun snapped.

"I thought you might be interested in the opinion of a detached outside observer," Seth said. "I believe a psychotherapist would be better qualified to give it, of course, but I have a feeling said psychotherapist would probably be killed for doing so."

"As you will be, eventually." He cocked his head. "You are the Priest?"

"I am," Seth said calmly. "As though any other of me is in this much control of his or her facilities?"

"True." He caressed his pet. "do you want to play?"

Pet shrugged and was silent.

"Enthusiastic pet you have there.I thought he was all fired up to make me pay for tryingto kill you." Seth watched Atem with cold blue eyes.

He glared at their prisoner and then looked at his master. "He should pay for having tried to kill you. But, I'm not sure I'm skilled enough to make him suffer the way he should..."

"He's probably right," Seth pointed out. "Your pet seems quite gentle in comparison to you or your... priest, is it? Odd. At any rate, you should probably let him be."

"My pet can be fierce."

"Yes, he seemed quite fierce as he docilely let me drag him away and strangle him. Quite the ferocious guardian you have there."

"Shut up!" He glared around and broke away from his master, grabbing the nearest knife and plunging it into the bound captive's stomach; repeatedly.

Seth screamed out, partially in surprise, mostly in agony. Priest was gone again.,

The pet had had enough. He wasn't docile. He wasn't useless, mindless...he served a purpose...damnit he served a purpose other then a bedmate for his master. He wasn't just some pretty piece of meat! He continued to stab Seth, bathing himself in blood and smirking as he let all his anger out on the other.

Amun purred, watching. He reached over and adjusted Atem's grip slightly, but otherwise didn't interfere.

There wasn't anything for Seth to do but scream. He deserved it... he deserved to die...

With his hand position readjusted the stabs became deeper, more penitrating into his prey. There was something wonderful in watching the blood spill from him; an odd bloodlust wakening in the pet. "Die!" He muttered as he kept stabbing him; a few of the stabs he cut upwards before he pulled the blade out.

Seth was crying a little again as he lost he strength to scream, the pain almost overwhelming him. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth. "Atem..."

"That's it, pet... let it out... let it flow.." Amun - sadist that he was - was getting off on this.

"You'll never make an attempt on master again!" he still continued to stab the body paying no heed to tears or words spoken they mattered not at all. It was invigorating to see the blood around them and he smirked as he took and plunged the dagger deeply into him and just left it there.

Seth gasped. "Just kill me..." he gasped. It was hte depressed personality, the one that wanted to die. Priest, manipulator that he was, was carefully selecting personalities to shove to the front, so that each time it was hte perfect one for the situation, the best one to minimize the psychological damage.

Pet was finished with his outburst though and he pulled the dagger out and backed away looking over his work with a smirk.

"I don't think so." Amun chuckled, moving his hand and a bright blue potion appeared in his grasp. He poured it over the gaping mess that was stomach.

Then he kissed his blood covered pet hungrily

Seth whimpered and shook his head. "Let me die!" he cried out.

The kiss was a surprise but he moaned and returned it with a force to meet that of his masters.

Seth's voice was Priest's cold one for a split second. "No, Rage, damnit-!" Then control was yanked away from him and Seth snarled, yanking on the ties that bound him and straining toward them, pure animal anger and hatred on his face.

Amun turned back to his prisoner, cool red eyes assessing, free hand curled in Atem's hair. "I think he doesn't like this, pretty pet."

He looked at the captive and smiled a bit. "Too bad for him."

Amun pulled his pet closer, leaning down to lick Seth's blood from the slender neck

Seth snarled again, straining for them.

Pet closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. His head moving slightly to allow his mather more room to work with his tongue.

A long fingered hand slid down Atem's pants, cupping and rubbing his cock as he licked and nipped at the damp skin.

He lost himself to that touch and moaned deeply, his fingers hesitantly caressing the back of his master's neck.

There was an audible snap as Seth's struggles broke one of his own wrists and he yanked that hand out of the ropes, struggling with the other one. The pain obviously didn't faze the berserker-type personality in the least.

Amun laughed darkly. This one was vicious, and mindless... useful, if dangerous. He readied the shadows just in case and kissed his pet again.

He returned the kiss and moved closer to him, deepening the kiss with that movement.

"Well, as amusing as it would be to fuck you here right in front of him, I would rather be more comfortable."

He pouted a little. "As you wish. I'd like to have a bath..." the blood on his body was starting to feel nastily sticky.

Seth's only reaction to anything was to snarl again, still trying ot get free.

"Then we shall bathe and perhaps engage in a little water sports." He scooped Atem into his arms, nuzzling him. "See you later, Rage."

He smiled and wrapped his arms about his master and smirked at Seth a little before he nuzzled him.

Seth gave something more approaching a roar than any human noise.

Amun smirked and gave a mocking wave over his shoulder as he carried his pet out.