Another new story. Seems like I'm starting a lot of new stories lately...

I know I need to update my others, and I will try to soon. I got a new job, and I'm taking classes online, so I've been pretty busy lately.

Gomen! I'll try to update some of the others tomorrow!

I actually got the idea for this story by listening to Angel of Darkness by Alex C. It evolved quite a lot from the original story I had in mind, but I like this one better.

As usual, I do NOT own Yugioh, or the song Angel of Darkness. They belong to their respective owners. This was written just for fun.

Enjoy!

Angel of Darkness

The Royal Family

He had to hurry. He had to get out before they found him. The others were foolish. They refused to listen to him when he tried to warn them. It was too late now. Much too late. They were going to die, just like he had said they would. They didn't believe him when he tried to tell them that the most dangerous group of bandits was headed towards the capital city. He had heard the whispers, the rumors circulating around the city of how the group that called themselves Dark Millennium was coming. He had heard the people speak of how they were glad that they were coming. The leader of Dark Millennium wanted to kill the royal family. He tried to warn them, but they wouldn't listen. Too confident in themselves to pay heed to the warning like they should have. And so they would die.

He knew there was nothing stopping Dark Millennium from coming. Not with the way the family was acting. They thought they were invincible. Heh… they were about to find out just how invincible they really were. A part of him was glad for that fact. It was about time someone taught them a lesson. That part thought they deserved everything that was coming to them. He shook his head. He shouldn't think like that. He was loyal to the royal family… but… but still! They were so foolish! Believing that they were secure and would live through anything, as if the gods themselves had granted them everlasting life. He snorted at that thought. As if that would ever happen. Still… he couldn't let what was going to happen to them happen to him. He didn't deserve it. The boy had just turned 16. He knew very little of what happened outside of the palace. His father made sure of that. They might have been selfish, but they did shield their only son from the harshness of the world. He couldn't let him get killed. He had to get away, out. Japan. Yes, Japan. They wouldn't look for him there. Already he could hear the screams echoing across the desert sands from the city. It had begun.

The Palace

"They're dead… they're all dead…" an old man with dark hair whispered as he took a step back away from the dead bodies of the royal family and its advisors.

"And soon, you will join them," a deep silky voice murmured from the darkness behind the dark haired man.

He whipped around and stared into the darkness, his breath coming in scared pants, his eyes wide and fearful. He grabbed blindly at his belt, only to realize that his weapons were missing. Frantically, he looked around for a weapon even as the voice laughed. It sounded cold and deadly, merciless, to his ears, and he knew. He knew that he was out of time. And just as the voice had said, he would soon join his fellow people in death.

"And here I was hoping for a good fight," the voice said as it gave a sigh. Really, was it too hard to find someone who was even a tiny bit of a good fighter?

The dark haired man blinked once before collapsing to his knees. Blood started to trickle out of a long gash on his neck, and the last thing he saw before he died was his attacker cleaning the blood from an intricate looking dagger. The owner of both the dagger and the voice sighed once more and turned as he sheathed the blade. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Have you found him yet?"

"He's gone! He's nowhere in the palace," a different voice shouted back.

He turned abruptly and growled as he walked away from the dead bodies. He approached a man dressed similar to the way he was and snapped, "Find him! Now!"

The other man smirked and bowed low, "As you wish, your esteemed Angel of Darkness."

The Angel of Darkness watched him retreat quickly before turning and walking out onto an open balcony. Angel of Darkness… that was the name they gave him because of the strange powers he had. It wasn't him exactly; it was the puzzle he had around his neck. It gave him control over the shadows. That's why he was given that title when he started the Dark Millennium.

Once, when he was a few years younger, about 16, he had caught a glimpse of the Prince and had felt a strange tug on his heart. The boy looked to be about 12, but the Angel of Darkness knew he was older, just by the way the boy carried himself. His pet cat, Xavia, had darted away from him and into the path of where the Prince was traveling. He was sure he would be beheaded, but surprisingly enough, the young prince merely picked up the cat and smiled at him when he handed back to the Angel of Darkness. Their hands had touched just barely, and a jolt of electricity had shot though him. He had loved the boy ever since. He sighed and looked out at the dark desert as he whispered, "Where are you, my light, my prince? I have waited years for this day. I won't lose you again."

This is a test chapter, so I'm not sure if I'll continue it or not. If you like it, leave a review saying so, and I might continue it. *shrugs* I probably will anyways, but I still want to know what you guys think.

Jaa!