Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonkights or any of the characters... I probably don't own half of the ideas I use, and I know I don't own (or understand) the friends who help give me ideas. Happy?


Nadil was sitting and staring out the window into the downpour outside his window, a notebook on his knee. Someone had been knocking on his door for the past two hours, but lost in thought, Nadil had neglected to answer or even tell them to go away. With a sigh Nadil got up scattering pencil and paper, and crossed his room to answer the now desperate messenger. As he removed the ten deadbolts and unlocked his fifteen locks he pulled his face into what he hoped was an appropriately somber, slightly evil expression. The combination ended up with something more of a stupid and slightly less than morbid look instead.

Standing outside was a poor servant demon of questionable cleanliness and even more questionable intelligence. He snorted as the rumpled demon lord stepped out of his chambers wearing the stupidest expression he'd ever seen.

" Message for the demon lord, Nadil from loyal subjects Shydeman and Shyrendora", the messenger stated in a snide voice.

"Thank you", Nadil sighed.

The servant trotted of to go gossip with his comrades about the lame demon lord, and how weak his evil personality was becoming.

With his third sigh in the last five minutes Nadil turned and re-entered his room, closing the door with a solemn click.

Eighteen minutes, thirty eight seconds later he re-emerged looking much more like his normal evil-demon self. He stocked down the hall towards the war council chamber on the other side of the castle. As, he walked along his pace slowed, finally coming to a halt staring at a tapestry on the opposite wall. Hmmm... he didn't remember that one being there last time... I've really got to walk around more , he realized with a bit of surprise. Wow, a new thought, he seemed to be getting a lot of those lately, which was, to say the lest, a bit disconcerting after having none for almost four hundred years. With a start he started walking again, now he was going to be even later, even though he was already late... nothing like being fashionably late... I guess...?

By the time lord Nadil arrived, Shydeman and Shyrendora where completely feed-up with waiting for him.

"Sssssssssshhhhhhhhhhyyyyyyddddddddyyyyyyyyy", wined Shyrendora "I'm sick of waiting, and I had to postpone my hair and nail appointment for this stupid meeting already"

"I know, I know", replied an even more flustered Shydeman. This remark, stated in such an offhanded, detached way sent Shyrendora over the edge. At that moment Nadil opened the door and almost walked into one of his most loyal advisers trying to strangle the other, while ranting on and on and on about something called a "manni, petti" or at lest along those times. Dropping her brother who continued to gasp and lay spasming on the floor, Shyrendora flung herself at her lord and began to wail more, her voice becoming a high pitched screech that drowned out anything that the half dead Shydeman might be trying to gasp out.

Nadil finally limped back to his chambers around midnight and ran right into the door. Fumbling around, he managed to open the many locks with minimal damage to himself and the door. Opening the door, he stumbled to his bed and fell onto in fast asleep despite the many cuts and bruises he had received trying to stop Shyrendora from killing both him and Shydeman, not to mention his twisted ankle. As he slipped into an uneasy sleep, he whispered "I wish I could just run away".

A small dust covered mirror in the corner of the room began to emit a soft glow which formed itself into a girl about 5' 4". Her short brown hair had blue streaks in it and it was moving in a breeze of its own for a second, before settling down in an almost neat fashion. Looking around she started at realizing that she was in the DEMON LORD'S room! Looking down at the sleeping lord she murmured "Well, we'll see what we can do, maybe you're not so bad".

End Chapter 1


p.s. sorry if this first chapter isn't that funny, being under Humor and all, but I promise it will get better. I was just setting the stage... you don't believe me, do you?