a.n. As usual any mistakes are my own. Nor do I own anything, much less Riddick or anything in his world. Please let me know if I've missed a line break anywhere, I finished uploading this at about 3am so who knows if the chapters are even in the right order at this point. Many thanks to the Riddick wiki which has become my go to bible for this world. Thanks for reading, Hayj~

Queen of Shives

Prologue

The greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him.

The heavy set man stood staring through the dingy window at the creature hanging from the ceiling in the small dimly lit cell. They had been on Leiden-9 for over two days now as he debated what move would get him and his crew the most money out of the perp he now stood staring at. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket he swiped at the sweat covering the back of his neck. He hated this place and the longer he stayed here the more dangerous it was for his crew. Greed was the creed among his brethren and he knew that the moment any one of them got an inkling that he had something valuable hidden down here in the bowels of his hanger, they would just as soon slit his throat as look at him. But tapping a meaty finger against his chin as he watched his captive slowly swing from the chains holding him, a plan started to form.

He heard the footsteps of one of his men approach from behind. "Boss, we can take our pick of any slam. They'll all pay top dollar. Why we hangin' on to him?"

"Not that I need to explain myself to you," the heavy set man said in a surly voice, "but I happen to think we can get more from a private buyer. Someone who can appreciate our guests, how should we say, more unique talents, more than a simple slam ever could. Someone who would be willing to pay top dollar for those talents." Once more turning thoughtful the man suddenly snapped his fingers before barking at his companion. "Come, Geordie. We have invitations to send out."

With a wicked grin the man's subordinate stepped up to the window taking a look at the person contained within. Finding the man in the dark cell Geordie watched as he slowly swung back around to face him before stumbling away quickly, tripping over his own feet while making the sign of a cross over his chest. Nothing human could possibly have eyes like that.

Eyes that shined like they belonged to the devil himself.