Since you all will see this every stinking time you come to read, "Greetings!"

Prologue

Dirg POV

I'm not a Lightsy. I am a pureblood Darky, though I can't claim pitch-black wings. They are now pure white, almost glowing. So, believe me when I say that the entire Lightsy wedding ceremony pissed me off.

It was necessary. I know. She wanted it. I know. If we didn't do it, her family might have shunned her. I know... I don't freakin care.

Waiting for her at that "alter" was excruciating. My father stood there, all but glaring at our opposites around us, his darkness pulsing around him but not getting very far before it hit my light around him. I had to keep an eye on his... Recklessness. For all I knew, he was going to attack me or the crowd or the bride at any moment. I had to wait for her. As if I hadn't done enough waiting. All of those oh so important Lightsies that came to our last minute wedding were either trying to ignore me, looked irritated, outright glared at me, or were way too excited about this entire thing. Looking around at the sea of familiar, dark skinned faces, I longed deeply for home where no light threatened to make me nauseous or itchy and I understood everything going on in my world.

But I couldn't go back without my bride.

Finally, the big, ballroom doors opened. For a moment all I saw was her father, his face lit with a broad smile. Whatever his reservations to us getting married before, now they seemed to be only at the back of his mind. To this day I swear that my heart stopped beating when I saw my Sunshine, known otherwise as Lucy. My breathing accelerated as I hungrily devoured what was soon to be mine with my eyes.

Her metallic golden hair was curled to perfection with a crown braid along her temples. Her white and gold wings peeked out from over her bare shoulders. She wore a white, sleeveless, flowing dress embroidered with golden roses along her neckline, modestly hugging her clavicle. It split near her knee, showing first one caramel toned leg and then the other. I simply wanted to rip the thing off of her, but I bit the inside of my cheek and waited.

Guilt ripped through me as a memory crashed into me. That same, beautiful, stunning woman cowering under the onslaught of my fists. Her shying away from me in the desert. Her blood covering her lap and the floor around her as she asked me if I was happy.

This, the same girl who I had bent to my will and broken on her father's doorstep, was the woman that asked me to marry her. Chills swept through me and I prayed dearly to my Lord that this was what she really wanted. I knew she had Stockholm Syndrome at one point. Maybe she still had it?

I offered her a hand of assistance for the slight step up, and her father went to sit on the front row. I broke all tradition and turned to her.

"Are you sure?"

She tilted her chin up. "Positive."

"You'll be queen of the Darkies."

"I know."

"Everyone's gonna hate our wings."

"I know."

If anything, she became even more determined.

"We still have out past."

She rolled those beautiful light brown eyes, the color of chocolate caramel. "I know this, Dirg. Just shut up and let the ceremony proceed."

I bowed ever so slightly and offered my arm to lead her up the rest of the way to the pastor standing there, waiting for us.

We said our vows. She smiled at me as she did. I felt my face relax and take on a similar smile. Then, the part I had been waiting for. The part that, to a Darky, meant the most. I wrapped my arms around her slim waist and pressed my lips firmly yet gently onto hers. Her soft lips responded to mine as her arms went around my neck. She felt so good! She was mine.

I pulled back at that thought. The same possessiveness I had felt when I bent her into being my pet now slightly scared me. She grinned at me, and I met that expression with a smirk as I swept her off her feet. The Lightsies wanted us to walk back down the aisle together. I was the Darky king with his queen. I wasn't going to put her down. In fact, I carried her throughout the reception afterwards. Her curled golden hair fell over my arm and tickled me. I wanted to play with it. She didn't ask me why I was carrying her until we sat down and I put her in my lap.

"Dirg, you know I am completely capable of walking, right?"

I smirked and shook out my right arm, my left still hooked around her waist. "I am aware that your legs work, Lucille."

"Then why are you carrying me?"

"We are not married yet, and no one is taking you from me."

Her eyes widened. "This is a Darky thing, isn't it?"

"Yup. I ain't putting you down until it's on my bed."

I flashed her a cheeky grin, and she blushed, one hand tracing her scars on the other arm. The scars I might as well have carved into her arms myself. I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "And there's nothing wrong with being a Darky."

She grinned back at me and scratched her fingernails in the black scruff on my chin before cupping my cheek. This was new. And interesting. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she went up further, into my hair, and started scratching circles in my scalp. I tilted my head into it and couldn't help the genuine smile from tugging at my lips. My eyes fluttered closed and I had to bite back a groan of pleasure.

"Lucy..."

"Yes, Dirg?"

"This feels gooood..."

I saw her grin wickedly and then her other hand joined the first in my thick, black hair, massaging my scalp and setting my whole body on fire. I let my head flop into her hands and closed my eyes, trusting her completely.

Her whisper caressed my left ear. "You remind me of a kitten."

I purred and leaned forward to nuzzle her face.

"Careful." I whispered back. "This kitty has teeth."

To demonstrate, I nibbled her earlobe. A cleared throat brought us both back to the world around us. Her father, King Amora, was looking at us expectantly. I smirked and she blushed as we realized everyone was staring at us.

"We weren't listening. What'd ya say?" I asked.

He chuckled. "We realized. I have a speech. Care to listen?"

I shrugged and pulled her in closer, still looking at her father. He held his hands behind his back and stood erect, every bit the regal king.

"It is not a well kept secret that I only maintained the peace treaty with the Dark Skyrunners only to honor my dearly departed father. It is also somewhat obvious that only a few months ago, I wanted to kill Dirg." He flashed me a grin to say no offense meant. I nodded, for I already knew that. "So it might be confusing as to why I agreed to this wedding. The answer is simple, I didn't."

There were gasps of surprise, and my grip on Sunshine tightened.

"I first met Lucille three months ago, after he left her broken on our hearth, and I tried everything to help her heal. It wasn't until he came back and tried to help her that she began to slowly revive. I have slowly and painfully come to accept his place in her life, and when she took off after him I knew. They are tied together by more than just their affections. When Dirg first showed up and Lucy tried to kill herself, I was ready to chop his head off, on my way, in fact, when God told me not to. He said that he was going to use Dirg to reach his kind, and I didn't want Lucy to have any part in that. I have come to realize how foolish that was. They need each other, so I've chosen to be happy for them."

He met my gaze and his own became as hard as diamond. "If you hurt her again, I'll make you regret the day you were born."

I already did, but I simply smirked at him and dipped my head in acknowledgement of his threat. He held up his drink in a toast.

"To Dirg and Lucille, may they find their happiness in each other's arms."

The rest of the room raised theirs and responded with a "Here here!"

I raised mine but did not sip it. Lucy sipped hers briefly and screwed up her face. "People like this stuff?"

I laughed and put my goblet down, taking hers to do so as well. "Personally, I get drunk too easily to find the same pleasure in it as others."

"It tastes like rotten grapes."

Conversations drifted lazily around us for a few minutes before the tables were cleared and a dance floor was opened. I leaned in close to her ear.

"Let's save the dirty dancing for my bedroom, K?"

She blushed and slapped my chest with the back of her hand. "That was one time! And you made me do it!"

I smirked. "I can do it again, if you want..."

"And ruin your rep with my father? Stop smirking at me like that!"

I chuckled and stood, picking her up in the process. "I believe we have the first dance."

I carried her onto the dance floor and let her dangle in my arms, still unable to touch the ground, her body pressed into mine. The song was slow and lovey dovey, but I didn't care. I had the woman I loved in my arms, and no one would take her from me. She seemed as happy to be there as I was to have her there, and she ran her hands through my hair frequently. We exchanged casual flirting for the first time in our relationship, and soon, I couldn't take it anymore.

"You ready?" I asked her low enough for no one else to hear.

She looked up at me with those innocent doe eyes. "To leave?"

I smirked and kissed her on the lips for a moment. "To get married, of course."

She smiled shyly and pulled herself up using my neck to kiss me back. "I've been wandering when you'd get impatient."

"Is that a yes?" My voice was huskier than usual.

She nodded, so I simply walked out of my own reception, carrying my bride to my room. She unbuttoned my shirt as I carried her and started fingering the hair on my chest, and it was all I could do not to lay her out in the hall. I opened the door to my room with my foot and slammed it shut behind us, going straight to my bed to set her down on it.

Finally.


Lucy POV

I woke up, sore all over with a strong arm around my waist. It took me a moment to remember the events of the night before. I blushed and tried to loosen his arm so I could get up, but he held me tighter to his chest and blew out a breath on my neck.

"Dirg?"

"Go back to sleep..." He mumbled.

"I need to clean up." I spoke quietly.

He nuzzled my shoulder. "Sleep first."

I sighed and thought the situation over. We were surrounded by light, so my explosions would be dark and would give Dirg energy.

"I'll blow you out of bed if you don't let go." I warned.

He groaned and loosened his hold on me. I kissed his cheek before I rolled out of bed and went to wash up. I was washed, dressed and brushing my hair before his glazed, forest green eyes fully opened.

I smiled brightly at him. "Good morning!"

He grunted. "'S only good 'cause you're here, Sunshine."

"We have things we need to talk about before we leave."

He buried his head into his arm. "Right. I'm king."

"Yes you are. And I'm your queen."

He pushed himself up and flapped his wings, launching up to his feet. Where before I would have looked away when he was shirtless, now I allowed my eyes to wander over this man that was mine. He smirked at me, so I grinned back and stuck out my tongue. His back and stomach were red with a rash from the light, and he seemed leaner than usual.

"Well, then, I guess it's my turn to wash up. Are you okay?"

I shrugged. "Mentally, I am A-okay! Physically, been better."

He walked over to the bathroom and came back out minutes later with only pants on, his hair wet and dripping down his neck and shoulders, but his wings were dry. He came to sit next to me and took the brush from my hands so he could play with my hair.

"If I could heal your pain I would. I love you."

I leaned on him. "I love you too."

We were quiet for a minute as he braided my hair.

I broke the quiet, "Don't call me Sunshine unless we are alone."

He paused for a moment. "Makes sense. Don't walk behind me like a pet. Be at my side."

I nodded. "You might have to remind me of that one."

I could hear his grin. "I will. All that is expected of you is to bear my heir."

"But..." I trailed off for him.

He leaned in to kiss behind my ear. "I want your opinion; I want you by my side."

I turned to face him, our faces inches apart. "Then I'll be by your side."

He looked skeptical. "What do you want, Lucy?"

I reached up and cupped his scruffy cheek. "I want to help you and stand by you, Dirg."

He actually smiled and put his forehead on mine. I was in his lap again.

"To whom do you belong?"

"I belong to Jesus. You?"

"I belong to Jesus, too. I had to make sure."

"You don't trust me?"

"No, I don't trust me. Don't let me dominate you."

"Don't beat yourself up about something God and I have both forgiven you for." I retorted.

He sighed and put his face on my neck. "They will expect both of us to be fair game now."

"We aren't." I stated firmly.

I felt his lips twist into a grin on my throat. "I will sleep with only you. I promise."

"You weren't paying attention to the vows, were you?"

"Not really. A darky's word ain't worth crap."

"So when you say only me..."

He jerked his head up and looked me directly in the eye. "I meant it. I meant the vows, too. But saying I vowed not to do something won't deter others from asking me to do it, even with the knowledge of the vow. I've learned my lesson with lies, but the rest of my kind has not."

I nodded and put my hands on his chest, leaning forward to give him a kiss. "I know. I was just teasing."

"Speaking of the rest of my kind, I plan on explaining our wings pretty much right off the bat, and if they are anything like me, they won't listen unless His love is proven."

"And how did God prove it to you?"

His hand gently grabbed my arm and caressed the scars from my attempted suicide. "Your father didn't kill me. You survived. The Lightsy way of life is so very drastically different from how we live, and it is all because Jesus changed them. Did you know, before the first Dark Light nearly destroyed them all, the Lightsies were as bad if not worse than the Darkies?"

I nodded. "It was mentioned in one of my crash course history lessons with the twins."

"Good. We need to hold hope for the Dark Skyrunners, that we can change for the better. We need to pray daily."

I nodded and slipped my arm out of his gentle grasp only to grab his hands.
"Then pray, dear husband."

He pressed his forehead to mine and nuzzled my nose before bowing his head. I followed suit, our foreheads still touching.

"Hey, God. You changed my life so much since I made you my Lord and Master, and it is only by your grace that I now hold this wonderful woman and can call her mine. In fact, it's only because of you that either of us are breathing right now. Thank you for that." He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts. "We are about to go home, and the people that hated me before are going to absolutely loathe the both of us. Please give us strength, for we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Open the ears and minds of our kin so they can see the truth and accept it. We know that you are the father of the Dark Skyrunners, too, so help us reach your children with your... Salt. Not light. We love you, and in the name of our Lord Jesus we pray, amen."

"Amen." I echoed, and then kissed him deeply on the lips.

He groaned and kissed me back, pushing me to the floor as he did. We didn't leave that room as soon as we thought we were going to.

A/N: Since this is, in fact, the prologue, it is probably the happiest chapter of the book! YaY!.. ? Anyway, this is also the only chapter with the same POV as DL. If you haven't read Dark Light, you have no idea what you are getting into, though I am going to try to NOT lose you. We shall see how I fare. Or should I say, how YOU fare. MWAhaHAha! Anyhoot, please leave reviews! The only way you shall receive regular updates is if I feel pressured enough to continue, for I am a very busy person and cannot promise much at least for the next month. Happy July!