A/N: Chapter title comes from Generation Z by Downer Inc.

Lillie holds a bouquet of beautiful flowers as she walks down the aisle. Violin music fills the air and all of her loved ones are gathered around her, sitting in pews to witness this moment. The happiest day of her life. Father holds her other hand and walks down the aisle with her. Mother and Professor Burnet are crying tears of joy. It's the happiest day of Lillie's life and when she finally reaches the altar to find Sun standing there her heart feels so full it could burst. Sun's eyes are wide as he takes her in. He looks utterly starstruck, like he'd seen something so beautiful he can't think straight, and he's looking at her. It's perfect and beautiful and it's everything she's ever dreamed of.

She takes her position opposite her beloved. As the pastor talks them through their wedding vows, Lillie has trouble speaking clearly through all of the happy emotions rattling around inside her. Still, she manages to say the words without too much trouble and put the ring on her finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the pastor says. "Sun, you may kiss your beautiful bride."

Sun lifts her veil and his smile may be the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. He leans in to kiss her, and she closes her eyes…

But then she hears Sun cough… and everything starts to fall apart. Sun's smile vanished and he collapsed to his knees, coughing violently. Blood splattered his hands, the floor, all over his clothes… There was so much blood, and Sun's eyes grew increasingly more vacant each time he coughed it up. Lillie tried to reach out to him, but her body wouldn't move. Sun reached out for her, but she couldn't move… Her beloved was dying, and she couldn't move… No… Please, no. Not this, anything but this…

Lillie screamed.

Lillie wakes up in the Tide Song Hotel cuddling against Sun. Lillie takes a deep breath, trying to suppress her fears. A nightmare. It had only been a nightmare. Sun was okay. He was sleeping peacefully beside her, and there wasn't any blood. Her boy isn't dying.

Lillie takes another deep breath as she cards her fingers through Sun's messy brown hair. Everything is okay. Sun is safe. She is safe. Her light is right by her side, where he belongs. Nothing has snatched him away. Nothing ever will. Sun is hers. Faba, Cipher, Team Rocket, any other threats that might come… let them try and snatch away her light. She'll destroy anyone that tries! Lillie giggles a little at the thought. The smoldering embers of madness Lillie inherited from her mother grow a little as she inadvertently fuels it. It isn't quite a flame, not yet, but the embers kindle into a flickering spark. It doesn't feel anything like the cold anger she's come to fear, so she doesn't think to shy away from it like she had from the other things her mother's blood had given her.

She kisses Sun softly, a light meeting of lips, so as not to rouse him from his peaceful dreams. Still, it's a promise to him and herself as much as it is a gesture of affection. She won't let anyone hurt him. She'll destroy anyone who tries. Or at least, she had intended to let him sleep. His eyes open tiredly. "Lillie?" he mumbles sleepily against her lips. "You're… still here?"

His groggy question confuses her. Had her Sun been plagued by a nightmare like hers? She pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. "I'm here, Sun," she says. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her boy's voice is hazy with sleep when he says, "Good… Don't leave me…" He clings to her like a lifeline. Like if he lets go of her, she'll just evaporate.

Lillie kisses him again, just a little more deeply. "Shhh…" she says, stroking his hair. "It's okay. I'm still here, Sun. We'll always be together."

He's seemingly a bit more awake now, because he kisses her back. "Forever?" he murmurs against her lips. Sun trembles a little, though whether it's from fear or excitement or both, Lillie isn't quite sure.

What had he seen in his dreams, to trouble him so greatly? Well, it doesn't matter now. Lillie nods against his lips and wraps her arms around him. "Forever," the Aether heiress promises. "I'll never leave you, Sun."

Her legs twist around his pressing them tighter together. Sun melts against her, like that tiny bit of fear had been holding him back, but now it isn't. Lillie feels warm all over. Her body and her heart. Desire and love course through her like lightning. Their kissing grows deeper and hungrier, but they still don't stop. But Lillie doesn't want to stop. Sun is hers, and kissing him feels good, so she'll do it as much as she likes, thank you very much. When the unfortunate necessity of oxygen forces them to pull apart a little, she whispers, "I love you, Sun." She presses quick kisses to his neck, his throat, his ears. You're mine, she thinks, but doesn't say.

Even in the dark she can tell Sun's cheeks are a bright scarlet. He looks so cute, flushing with desire. "I-I love you too," Sun stutters. She pulls him back to her lips, and there is no more talking for a while.

Within Lillie's heart, love and desire fuel the flickering flame of madness. It remains small for now, and thus is easily manageable, but it is formed from her love of Sun and that love is only growing stronger. Let us hope that Lillie is able to manage it, and that nothing happens to force the flames to grow.

While Lillie's madness starts to stir, a man whose already mad fumes. Despite sending those Team Skull buffoons after them weeks ago, and Lillie's protector having appeared on television since, he still doesn't have any of those children in his clutches. He's tried deploying his pokémon to capture them, but he's had no success with that either.

Faba grinds his teeth. The boy's pokémon are growing more and more powerful. While he's relatively certain that if he had the children under his power he'd be able to manipulate them after dosing them with the toxins, even that may not be enough. Even before his manipulations, the Aether President's mind had been in a tumultuous state, and that along with his Hypno's mental manipulation and the neurotoxin's effects had left her in an easily manipulatable state.

But before she'd seen that recording, she'd trusted him. The children calling themselves Team Sun have no such problem. The Skull buffoons are proving useless, and it's unlikely the Revengers will ever show their face again after that incident with the Masked Royal… He could send some of the Aether employees to deal with them, but then it may lead to questions he won't have a way to safely answer. Faba strokes his goatee thoughtfully. What to do?

A brief flash of light, and he's no longer alone in his secret laboratory. He sizes his unexpected guest up. A young man with brown hair, and brown eyes. He seems familiar… "Elio Ray?!" Faba gasps with shock. "How did you-"

"I'm not who you think I am," the young man says, posture and tone betraying nothing. "I heard you've been having troubles with some… shall we say brats? I can help you deal with all of your problems."

"You'll take care of them for me?" Faba asks uncertainly. Alola has a distinctly lacking criminal population, that was why he'd been forced to rely on the Skull buffoons so to have one come to him directly is unusual to say the least.

"Not exactly," the young man said, still in that same placid tone. "But this might help with your plans, right?" He offers Faba a purple sphere wrapped in bands of black iron. "You know what this, don't you?"

"A Dark Ball…" Faba breathes, but he doesn't take the offered sphere. "You'd let me use this? Did those Revenger hooligans get theirs from you?" Then Faba grows suspicious. "Why are you giving me this? What's in it for you?" There shouldn't be many of these left in existence, and any that did would fetch a hefty price on the criminal black market.

"My employer has an… interest, you might say, in the technology of the Aether Foundation," the young man says, cool as a cucumber. "We believe a man such as yourself could be useful to our organization."

Faba glares at the young man. "I'm no one's underling," the prideful man says, almost on reflex. "I answer to no one but myself." He looks at the offered weapon. But with that Dark Ball and his mastery of psychic types he'll be able to control almost anyone. Perhaps even this young man and his employer. Faba's lips spread in an ugly grin as he thought that over. "But then again," the scientist simpers, "perhaps it would be beneficial to work together.

The young man is clearly foolish because he doesn't even question Faba's sudden change of position, merely taking it at face value. "Very well," he agrees, dropping the pokéball into Faba's waiting hand, "my employer will be in contact with you at a later date." Just as quickly as he appeared, he vanishes.

Faba idly tosses the Dark Ball, smirking. Any chance those fools had of standing against him just evaporated.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed. Please feel free to leave questions or feedback.