Lightning cracks. Upon a throne two dark entities sat. Malice in their gaze and hatred in their hearts. But beneath all the rage and hate, their desire to dominate, corrupt and conquer...there was a glimmer. Unity, respect, one might call it love, in some twisted way. As twisted as these two wielders of dark arts were, they wielded the darkness in perfect unison. A dyad of power, growing stronger by the minute.

Two seemingly incompatible forces aligned in unbreakable resonance. From worlds apart in time and space...an unholy wedding of sorts took place.

A queen from a distant past, cursed and condemned to centuries of torment for the atrocities she committed, now given new undying life. Her amethyst eyes and figure clad in form-fitting sheer fabric veiled her wicked core; like a siren who lures in unsuspecting prey with her wiles and seductive gait.

A fallen knight from worlds beyond, corrupted and twisted by the darkness within... More machine than 'mon, twisted and evil, servant only to his own desires and to Dark Side of The Force. A narcissist through-in-through, with a burning hate for anyone who would oppose him. His eyes, burning like lava and fire circling the dark abyss of his pupils like the event horizon of a place hole...both a symptom and a visual representation of the corrosive fuel on which his essence burns.

Gaudy, brash, crude and audacious. These were the words that described him in the elder empress's mind at first. He mocked her, tried to make a fool of her! Primitive? Undisciplined? Ignorant? Such insolence and bravado from such a tiny rat from the stars, barely worthy to be her thrall much less her equal! But indeed his knowledge and skills proved useful, more than she could have ever imagined. Mastery of elements, knowledge and intellect almost inconceivable...and the ability to peer into the future... Yes indeed, this Dark Lord from the stars had much to offer, more than any servant ever could... And that unkempt fur...while an eyesore at first...admittedly had begun to look rather charming, in a rugged sort-of way...

Just another petty pawn, he'd first thought. A naive little being on an insignificant world thinking she was a goddess, like an insect declaring superiority over amoebas in a universe of giants...yet perhaps not without use. Her abilities were intriguing, if unrefined. Most especially her control of Dark Magiks not too dissimilar to those wielded by the witches of Dathomir...and best yet...immortality. Aged centuries past her species' lifespan yet still imbued with the youth of her prime, and impervious to most physical damage...if trained, she could become a powerful asset. Perhaps even an apprentice...

In time, this sorceress from a bygone age had not only proven her worthy of her vanity, but far beyond anything he could have hoped. With command of the undead and power to imbue those she wishes with the same immortality she possesses...yes, she was a powerful apprentice indeed. And surprisingly generous...as she even imbued him with some of her power... A gift? A ploy? A mistake? Perhaps...but even more perplexing was her ability to draw him into her gaze... Naturally she was adept at this, thousands had fallen to her siren call before...but for some reason he could not at first understand she offered more and more of her power...and herself...to him willingly...and he could not deny that there was a shard wedged deep in his darkened mind that had awoken to her approaches...feelings he did not know he was still capable of having... Something repressed by both the Jedi and most Sith... Desire for attachment... She was a worthy apprentice, yes...but he wanted her to be more...and every indication she gave sent him signals that she wanted the same... Perhaps...in the dark fiery pit of hatred and lust for power that had long ago filled his entire being...there was still room...for a twisted yet enduring form of love...

Violet and amber eyes locked, metal and ethereal paws touched... The glow of the crystal on the stand before their throne burning ever brighter, yet darker... Once green,. the Force-imbued crystal was now a deep crimson, its colour forcibly ripped and devoured by their combined malevolent glee... Its essence, beaten and battered by the unrelenting onslaught from the combined might of two beating hearts of darkness locked in deadly synchronicity had turned red from agony. The ritual complete, the crystal would serve as a testament to their unstoppable might. All would fall before them, by choice or by force...for their matrimony heralded a juggernaut the likes of which this worlds has never seen...

Through power their chains were broken, but now reforged together into all-embracing armour...

For upon the dark throne sat not one, but two... Love and hate, death and rebirth, order and chaos...together they were all. Together they were one. A Dark Lord and a Queen, beautiful and terrible, treacherous and unbreakable...all will love them and despair.

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Soooo...yeah. Felt like doing something a bit different tonight. I know shipping OCs is pretty common in most fandoms (Pokémon and Star Wars included), but I don't see a lot of "villain ships." I see a lot of hero-on-hero and even hero-on-villain, but is it odd that I really like shipping my villain OCs?

Well anyway, been thinking of making this one canon for a while now so this little piece should cement it. Empress Vasha Amethyst the immortal undead Riolu and Mirror Ace; Darth Narscissous, Dark Pikachu Lord of the Sith are now an item. You're welcome. ;3