A/N: The wait is over! I'm posting this for anyone who doesn't have me as a favorite author so you will know that I have begun the sequel to "Worlds Apart" which is titled "The Dark Sovereign". I am uploading the first chapter of that simultaneously and I hope you all will enjoy it as much as this story! As always whether you think my writing is good or bad review and tell me so.

The Dark Sovereign

Prologue

"When will your preparations be complete?" Daemon asked, watching Heller pull down a large book from a shelf.

"As soon as I have found all the spells that I might need." Heller said, opening the book and scanning through a table of contents written in ancient forgotten runes.

"And how long will that take?" Daemon asked, not bothering to disguise the impatience in his voice. "The longer those two have to train the more difficult they will be to kill." Heller slammed the book closed with a sudden crack that echoed around the dimly lit library.

"I'm well aware of the progress they will have made... In case you've forgotten, I've done it all before." Heller said, placing the book back on the shelf. "But we only have enough blood left to perform the sending ceremony once since you managed to botch our last attempt at escape." Daemon gritted his teeth at the mention of his disgraceful banishment at the hands of the Destined children. "So if I fail then you will all be trapped here forever. I suggest you leave me to my research." Heller walked down the shelf running his index finger over the spines of the books as he looked for a tome on sacrifices.

"Do you really think these children stand a chance against you, or any of us for that matter? They could only contain me" Daemon said half laughing.

"I think that arrogance could lead to our demise... I will be weak after the sending and it will take weeks if not months for me to return to full strength during this time I will have to be careful to conceal myself or risk destruction at the hands of Imperialdramon." Heller said pulling down another book and opening it. He walked to a table a short distance away and dropped the book onto it. The book showed two people strapped to a table with their legs and hands tied to force their body into the shape of a Y. "Leave me... I have only one more spell to find and then I'll be off." Daemon turned and took a step toward the door, before stopping and turning back to Heller, who was standing looking over at the book muttering the meanings of the runes to himself.

"Heller... Has he been quiet?" Daemon asked in a serious tone. Heller looked up, his eyes a mixture of fear and hatred. It was the first time in recent memory that he had displayed any emotion like this.

"Of coarse he has!" Heller shouted. "What type of weakling do you take me for?" Daemon said nothing but turned and departed. Heller took a few deep breathes, his composure returning. He looked down and saw that he had balled his hands into fists and the knuckles had gone white. He returned to reading the book. Tonight he would study, and tomorrow the first part of their plan would begin.