Even before their was such a thing as time, light and darkness have battled against eachother. This age-old war has no ending, as it has no begining. They have battled long and hard, each side trying desperately to tip the balance in their own favor, neither truly succeeding. For there is no love without hate, no life without death and no heaven without hell.

They go together hand-in-hand. But in a world far from our own, there rages a battle few have ever seen. The eternal battle of light and darkness. It is a battle that has lasted long before time began. Each fights to destroy the other, each the ultimate weapon against the other.

But in another place, the battle of light and darkness reigns hard and true. Each day is filled with the screams of war and the pound of steel against steel, magic against magic. Many have fallen, but more have arisen to fight. But as the war rages on, both sides have been growing weaker and weaker.

Unfortuately, light has not been fighting a fruitful battle. Darkness has already begun to conquer them. Few fighters of light remain. For the light shines bright, but the darkness forever remains.

Emperor Ishida Yamato, King Of The Dark Forces of Magic sat alone in his throne room. The battle had been going well, as always. Light had forever been a challenge, but like all things he would defeat it eventually. Ice blue eyes that were as cold as the winter wind lowered to the throne in which he sat upon.

It had taken him long to claim the throne that rightfully belonged to him. The very land in which some of his domain sat upon had been taken from the Light. After all this time Light had fianlly been cornered. But as it always did it would continue to fight him as they always had. When would they learn that they could never defeat him, or the Darkness?

He chuckled lightly, his laughter bouncing off the stone walls of his throne room. It wouldn't be any fun if they gave up. Half the enjoyment of winning was knowing that the other had laboured long and hard, but in truth were never really a match for you. True Light had definately given him a lot of trouble in the past, which was part of why he would enjoy destroying them so much. Icy eyes flickered up at the entrance of his captain, Motomiya Daisuke.

"M'lord, we've taken the Kingdom of Love and Purity. Lady Sora and Lady Mimi escaped along with Prince Takeru and Prince Taichi. "

Yamato's hands clenched almost inperceptly at the arms of his throne. Slowly he stood, his eyes gazing calculating on Daisuke. "So all you took was the kingdom, none of the royalty there?"

Daisuke shook his head slightly, raising a palm out to his lord. "Not exactly. We were able to capture Lady Inoue Miyako, the youngest of the Princesses of Love and Purity."

Yamato smirked with growing dark amusement. "Really? Where is she?"

Daisuke turned and gestured to one of the men behind him. They nodded swiftly and left the room. Seconds later Daisuke's second in command, Kido Jyou, entered and in his arms lay an unconscious damsel.

Yamato smiled wickedly as he walked over to Jyou, his eyes falling upon the unconscious maiden in his arms. He frowned slightly. He'd rather been hoping for a verbal spar with the captive. "Why isn't she awake?" He questioned, his gaze flickering mommentarly to Daisuke.

Daisuke spread his arms apologetically. "She wouldn't come quietly so we used some SLEEP on her. She should wake any moment now."

True to his words, a small moan came from Miyako. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of golden eyes to the world. For a second in time that burned in eternity, Yamato Ishida found himself lost in their golden radiance.

The moment was shattered though as Miyako's eyes burned with bright fury and her mouth opened without any hesitation to vent such anger.

"Dark scum! Put me down this instant!" She yelled in as she struggled against Jyou's grip. Jyou shared a glance with Yamato before setting her down on her feet.

Yamato's eyes lit in amusment. "Leave me with the Princess untill I call for you."

Daisuke and Jyou nodded and left, shutting the door firmly behind them.

Miyako held her head high under the Dark Lord's scrutiny. He circled her with a predator's gaze. His eyes savoring her long perfect legs, which was outlined by the sheer, thin white nightie she was wearing which stopped her mid-thigh and hung lightly around her body. His eyes rose higher to her taut belly, perfectly shaped breasts and her white shoulders. His eyes at last fell back upon her face, which at the moment was mottled with fury. Her nose was small and angelic, her eyes a golden hue, her lips pink with a rosy tint that formed a full pout which begged to be kissed. She was earth-shatteringly beautiful.

His smirked suggestively, his eyes lingering on her agelic features as he licked his bottom lip seductively.

Miyako withdrew in disgust. Her cheeks taking a reddish hue. "Barbarian," she hissed.

He laughed haughtily. "You wound my heart, m'lady." The mocking tone used in the honorific wasn't lost to the violet-haired Princess.

"You have no heart! If so it is withered and blacker than the dead of night!"

"Is that so?" He questioned as he stopped in front of her.

Miyako felt her heart begin to thump. She feared this man with all her heart, she had reason to. She'd heard many tales of how he cruel he was to his hostages, especialy the women. Forcing herself not to shudder she met his gaze with flaming golden eyes. "Yes."

He took a step closer to her. Miyako felt her body go taut with more fear then she'd felt in her entire life. She wouldn't deny she'd had a rather sheltered upbringing, as most princesses did; but no one had ever terriffied her... no one had ever.... attracted her like he did before either. Though she felt shame at the thought, she did feel an undenyble feeling of attraction to his dark nature. The whole thing made her feel angry and was disgusted at herself. He was the enemy after all.

She took a step backward, to get away from him. To get away from that feeling. Miyako was acutely aware of her wardrobe at the moment. As well at how much it revealed.

'Whoever made this kind of nightwear should burn in hell!' She thought silently as Yamato matched her step backward.

Instantly she stepped backward once more, only to find herself against the cold solidness of a wall. He stepped closer still. "Stay away from me." She forced her voice not to tremble with the fear that was rapidly building within her.

He smiled, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "And why should I do that, Princess?" He cocked his head in a way that Miyako knew he wasn't looking at her, he was looking down on her. Which wasn't hard to do since he was 6'5" and she was 5'9".

"B- because I said so!" She forced as much authority she could muster into the four little words she'd never really had to speak before. Back home all had followed her orders, if they were resonable that is. But then, she wasn't exactly 'home' anymore.

He leaned closer still, she could feel his hot breath on her face. She swallowed hard, wishing with all her might he'd leave her alone. She was now aware at how close his body was pressed against her. The whole thing made her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

He laughed darkly. "You're not at home anymore, Princess. You don't give orders, you obey them. And at the moment you will be obeying my orders."

Miyako's eyes burned in a firey blaze. "Never!" She hissed.

He narrowed his eyes, a smirk coming into play upon his face. "It will be fun to break you," he cocked his head. "I'm willing to bet you're hoping that your little friends will come to rescue you? Hmm?" His smirk widened at the look that passed her features."Yes you are, aren't you? Well, you shouldn't hope too much, for they will never rescue you. You are mine. Now and for all eternity. It will be fun to watch your precious light be consumed by my darkness."

Miyako bit down her fear as she responded. "Never! They will come for me, and you will be defeated. Darkness will never defeat the Light. Never!" She shouted, her old confidence welling up in her heart in an unextinguishable blaze.

He laughed again, his eyes dancing with dark amusment at her words. "I will enjoy this."

With no more words he bent his head and captured her lips with his own. Her golden eyes widened as she squirmed beneath his deadly kiss. He merely leaned closer, trapping her further between his warm body and the wall. Preventing movement of anykind, his hands fell to her sides, caressing her taunt belly.

He smiled through the ravishing kiss as he felt a tremble run through Miyako. But whether it was a tremble of anticpation or fear he didn't know.