drabble of evil
“What manner of being are you?” Wan Shi Tong called out from beneath the rubble trapping his wings. “I know of every spirit and every technique, but you are not among the ten-thousand things I know. I demand to know what you are!”
“You certainly are a loud one.” Yami Bakura said as he looked over his newly stolen scroll. “On my world Librarians prized silence in their sanctums; perhaps we ought to play another game, hmm?” As he gazed into Wan Shi Tong’s eyes, Wan Shi Tong got a glimpse of the vast evil within, and was struck silent.