Ishizu

As Yami Bakura floated through the shadows, his malevolent spirit homed in on a familiar presence. There, standing with an air of quiet strength, was Ishizu Ishtar. Her calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him, and for a moment, he admired her composure. But admiration quickly turned to calculation. Ishizu, with her knowledge of the ancient arts and her connection to the Millennium Necklace, was the perfect vessel for his return to power. He could already envision it—slipping into her mind, bending her will to his command, using her as the key to reclaim what was rightfully his.

As Yami Bakura's shadowy form drifted closer to Ishizu, his presence grew heavier, like a cold shroud wrapping around her. He could sense the faint hum of the Millennium Necklace, its power calling to him, drawing him in. With a calculated precision, he reached out with his spirit, probing the edges of her mind. Ishizu's eyes flickered, a hint of unease crossing her features, but she didn't move, unaware of the danger closing in. Yami Bakura's voice, low and menacing, whispered in her thoughts, "Let me in, Ishizu. Together, we can achieve greatness." Her breath caught as his influence pressed against her will, seeking a crack to exploit.

As Yami Bakura's influence pressed deeper, Ishizu's eyes widened, her pupils dilating as a shiver ran down her spine. She tried to resist, her mind reaching for the familiar strength of her Millennium Necklace, but his presence was relentless, a cold, dark tide flooding her consciousness. Her breath came in short gasps, her hands trembling as the battle for control raged within. Then, in an instant, the struggle ceased. Her body stiffened, her gaze turning icy and calculating. Yami Bakura's voice, now a low, triumphant whisper, echoed in her mind, "Foolish woman... you should have stayed out of this game."

With a sinister grin spreading across Ishizu's face, now under Yami Bakura's control, he began to explore the depths of her knowledge. He delved into her memories, uncovering the secrets of the Millennium Necklace and her understanding of the ancient games. Her eyes, once filled with wisdom and grace, now gleamed with malice as he manipulated her movements. Yami Bakura's voice echoed in her mind, "The power of the Millennium Necklace is now mine to wield. With this, I can bend the shadows to my will and reclaim what was lost." He guided her hands to the necklace, feeling its dark energy coursing through him.

As Yami Bakura's spirit fully adjusted to Ishizu's form, he couldn't help but savor the newfound power coursing through him. He licked his stolen lips, the sensation sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The world seemed to darken around him, as if the very shadows themselves were bending to his will. With Ishizu's knowledge and the Millennium Necklace's power, he envisioned the possibilities unfolding before him. The Pharaoh would soon learn the true meaning of fear, and Yugi would regret ever crossing paths with him. But for now, he would bask in this victory, letting the darkness within him grow stronger with each passing moment.

As Yami Bakura's spirit fully settled into Ishizu's form, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over him. He ran his hands over the curves of her body, his touch lingering with a grotesque intimacy. The feel of her skin beneath his fingers was a mockery of the innocence she once possessed, and he reveled in the desecration. His lips curled into a leer as he squeezed her flesh, the act a perverse celebration of his conquest. The darkness within him swirled with malevolent glee, for he had not only claimed her body but had also tainted her very essence.