I was inspired by TheOtherGhostwriter's original story and wanted to make a sequel for it. I've been planning this story out for months but never got around to putting it down. That and I needed some ideas that lead up to major events. I thank TOG for giving me permission to making this story. I shall do my very best to make it worthwhile.

Enjoy!

The Dark Prince II

Chapter 1: Prologue

"Anything yet?"

"No, Sir…"

"Sigh… Carry on…"

The bald man in a plain white business suit sighs as he removes his sunglasses and pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans his other hand against a table. Beside him, the man that just reported his status resumes typing away onto a large console overlooking a large green radar. Around them, the same men in the same plain white suits are either overlooking computers, muttering information to one another, or were taking a quick lunch break (that were stored in plain white lunchboxes, no surprise).

It has been a relatively quiet day as far as the Guys in White were concerned. Lately there have been no recent ghost activities in the past week. For the past three decades, ghost attacks have been growing less and less frequent worldwide. It took the organization years to realize that the ghosts have found ways to close all portals the moment they opened. It took them even longer to realize why the ghosts were desperate to avoid humans.

Their new king and prince have recently decreed it.

Needless to say, the discovery of the rulers have left the ghost hunters speechless. Ghost have now grown organized and put up a branch of law and orders that they follow by? Never before has such a thing happened (as far as they knew) and now all ghosts suddenly just go along with the new democracy? There had to be more to the story and the ghost hunters hunted down all fleeing ghosts to find out why.

They managed to capture one unfortunate nomad but didn't keep him for long (mainly due to him being obnoxiously loud and demanding to know where they kept all the boxes). He didn't provide enough information anyhow. The Guys in White didn't have much luck with the other ghosts and grew aggravated when the ghosts successfully escape without much of a hassle. How hard was it to at least keep one ghost captured for three freaking days?!

Fortunately, all they did manage to find out was at least the names of the rulers. When they heard the names, the Guys in White managers nearly passed out from shock.

King Pariah Dark and Prince Danny Phantom.

The two commanding managers have confronted the latter before when he was but a mere teenager (though they debated on how he looked older than before, due to ghosts not supposed to age). They haven't heard from Phantom years later until he and his husband show up in an ambush to protect several ghosts from being captured. Even then, the Guys in White didn't recognize him until he formally addressed himself.

The best way they could describe Danny Phantom was as if he was an angel sent by the Lord himself. He had skin white as snow and the most brilliant blue eyes that could outmatch the clearest ocean. His flame-like hair flowed smoothly in the wind with his equally snow-white attire and cape and glowed radiantly. Adorning his head was a crown made of ice that sparkled like a star whenever the sunlight reflected a certain point. Just the sight of him made the Guys in White stop their movement to stare at him in wonder, awe, and even fear.

Pariah Dark, however, was another story. He had wild green hair pulled back in a plait and snow-white skin. He held heavy armor all around his body, horns on his helmet, a large scar over a patched eye, and a displeased frown upon his face. The overall appearance with his Crown of Fire alarmed the ghost hunters and forced them to take out their weapons. He looked almost like a demon with how huge he was compared to his mate.

The prince tried to set up a peace treaty, but the Guys in White accused him of trying to manipulate them with sweet words before luring them into a trap. Despite the prince's protests, the Guys in White returned to their original mission and began riling up all the ghosts. It was beginning to grow overwhelming when the king ordered his best men to knock all the hunters down before throwing them back to the human world and closing the portal shortly afterwards. Needless to say, he was not happy by seeing his mate being backhanded by an ectogun. The prince didn't look angry; instead, he looked rather disappointed and sad.

The last encounter had the Guys in White thinking; what were the ghosts' intentions now?

For the next few months, the team overlooked all portals in the world to see if there would be any invasion. To their surprise, nothing happened. It's been like that ever since that fateful day. Not even any scare attacks have happened. Maybe the ghosts are planning something else.

The man groans as he walks over to his office and slumps on his chair. He closes his eyes and decides that perhaps napping for a short while would help ease the headache he was getting…

… At that precise moment, the main doors open and he notices everyone shooting up from their seats to stand at attention to whoever arrived. The man raises a brow before he sighs in irritation. He slowly stands up and walks out of his door to see what is going on. When he sees a new group arriving, his eyes widen when he sees the leader.

The man has a sharp business suit and shiny shoes that went well with the attire. He had very healthy dark skin and his raven hair is trimmed down barely to the scalp. He has a trimmed beard just under his nose. His soft turquoise eyes are firm but radiated kindness and fairness as he stopped a few feet in front of the stunned man. Beside him were various bodyguards who looked around the base incredulously. Beside him are a general and another man in a black suit. The general's face is aged but looked strict as his cold black eyes gaze at the man. He had a scar across his left brow and silver hair that is slightly growing back on his bald head. The other man had peachy white skin, raven black hair that is slightly growing over his shoulders, fierce blue eyes, and a handsome face. His eyes are half lidded as he gazes around with slight interest and holds his hands behind him.

Getting over his shock, the bald man stutters and salutes his greeting. "M-Mr. President, sir! W-What brings you to our base, sir?"

"It's Mr. Anderson to you, soldier!" The general snaps, glaring at the man as he flinches. "Didn't any of the camps teach you anything about our chain of command?!"

"At ease, General." The president murmurs as he holds his hand up. The general hesitates before he curtly nods with a grunt and relaxes. The president turns his eyes and smiles kindly at the nervous man. "No need to make one of our new ghost hunting party supervisors nervous. We are just here to hear of your progress."

The man's shoulders slump from relief and he smiles a bit at the man before him. "Right. Yes. Our progress…" He hesitates before he lowers his head in guilt and shame. "I'm afraid that there hasn't been any new progress in the past week. There have been no reports of any ghost activities."

The president frowns while the general huffs. "I see…"

"When exactly was the last time you encountered these… Creatures?" The other man in the suit asks calmly. He finally looks at the man and the supervisor flinches when he sees the man's fierce stare. If he was aware of how dangerous he looked, the man didn't show it. He looked bored now.

"… About four months ago…" The supervisor says truthfully. He raises a brow. "And who are you?"

"I am Dr. William Johnson, the chairman of the national Department of Paranormal Science." The man puffs his chest out and smiles somewhat arrogantly, making the supervisor frown. "I'm here with Mr. Anderson with the intention to-"

"He is here," The president cut in, frowning at how boastful the man beside him was being. "With the hopes that you would consider letting him work with your organization and possibly allow his best teams to work with you out in the field?"

The man blinks before he feels his eye twitch. Allow some doctors and scientists to come along with his trained combat teams to merely watch the creatures? Didn't they understand how dangerous ghosts really were? They are not creatures that can easily be tamed.

"Mr. Anderson, with all due respect, I do not think that that is the wisest choice." The supervisor says formally. He hesitates when he sees the general's eyes narrow. "You see, we have a hard time just keeping some of these monsters contained under our watch. We are still investigating on how we can improve our technology to at least capture a number of them and-"

"But that's the beauty of it!" The man suddenly exclaims, holding his arms high above his head. He smiles almost darkly. "Some of our best scientists and doctors have the knowledge of how to handle this kind of technology! Just give them the information they need to improvise on how to make the machines function better!"

"Have you not heard a word I said?" The supervisor snaps irritably, formalities for the other man starting to thin. "We cannot even contain one ghost! What makes you think that your men can-"

"What would you say if I told I am in possession of one ghost right now?"

The statement was so blunt and sudden that it caused everyone in the room to stop what they were doing to stare at the man incredulously. Even the president and general look a bit put off as they stare at the doctor with wide eyes. "What?" The supervisor demands.

The doctor smirks as he reaches inside his suit and pulls out a metallic cylinder. Everyone stares at it in confusion while the man cradles it as if it was holding a precious cargo. "Just recently, we had hired a bounty hunter to capture at least one ghost with the technology we have given her. She claims that she had ghost experience due to her grandmother having fighting ghosts herself so the task was no problem for her. We gave her all sorts of technology to use while she was out in the field that would scan any ghosts nearby and describe what they are capable of. She has given us suggestions as to how we should improve our technology to help with her fighting techniques. We followed her suggestions and gave her the new improvements. She stated that they have helped with the fights a bit more but that she still needed time to figure out a way to catch the ghosts. Then she found her grandmother's journal concerning all her ghost adventures and found out a way to capture the ghosts. Something called a Thermos."

The doctor pauses to let that sink in. He smiles. "Ever heard of it?"

"Yes, it was one of the old protoforms of our ghost-catching equipment. But we stopped making them when we realized that the thermos wasn't catching enough ghosts at a time…" The supervisor pauses before he grimaces and smacks his forehead. Of course…

"That's why you should keep in check with even old toys…" the doctor hums as he spins the thermos. "As I was saying, after she told us about this thermos, we did everything possible to make a replica of it. We found old blueprint copies from the Secretary of Defense and used them to make a somewhat decent working thermos. It wasn't easy, but our scientists came up with this." He holds the thermos up proudly. "We had our hunter use it and voila; she captures a ghost!"

There is a stunned silence as everyone stares at the thermos in the doctor's hands. After a heavy silence, the supervisor holds shaky hands up to it until the doctor pulls it away. The supervisor glares at him. "You do understand that you have illegally hired a citizen to capture something that is under our authority to examine?"

"We had the approval of Congress to perform this test before we went along with it. Trust me; it was a lot of money to train that girl to do what she was supposed to do." The doctor smiles and shrugs. "And she has done her job well and will make a promising career as a ghost hunter if she decides to continue with that path."

"Well, I bid you congratulations for capturing the ghost." The supervisor sighs before he holds a hand out. "Now, please hand me that thermos. According to the ghost hunting laws, all captured ghosts MUST be turned in to a licensed ghost hunting organization. You have done more than enough."

"Funny, but I think this is why I'm here to begin with." Doctor Johnson holds his thermos closely. "Let my company work with you. Together, we can overcome the ghosts and rid this world of their filth forever."

"Thanks, but no. We don't need any help."

"No? How can I be sure that this ghost will not escape once I hand it over to you? You said yourself that you couldn't keep one contained after a few days of capturing it!"

"WHY YOU-"

"Gentlemen, ENOUGH!" The president raises his voice loudly to end the argument. The men fall silent as they gaze at him in bewilderment. Mr. Anderson glares at them disapprovingly. "Can we PLEASE not argue about something that you both are trying to achieve?" He looks directly at the baffled supervisor. "Mr. Spencer, you said yourself that your team needs to make improvements on your ghost hunting technology. Dr. Johnson has just given you an offer on something that would make your career significantly easier. Just take his offer and try to get along with him and his coworkers. If things do not improve after a while, then we can arrange another sort of agreement. Fair?"

Mr. Spencer stares at the president, speechless, before he sighs and nods. The general huffs while Dr. Johnson smiles in pride and twiddles with his thermos.

"And as for you, Doctor," Mr. Anderson turns his attention to the doctor as he stiffens. "I better not hear one word of complaint from this man or his organization. I understand that you are proud of your achievement, but do not rub it in everyone else's face. We are a team working on protecting our world, and as such, we NEED to get over our differences and help each other out. I cannot express it enough. Just give this man whatever he needs and don't cause any trouble."

The doctor's face turns pink from being criticized by the president for his behavior. His eyes darken in anger but he wisely says nothing and only nods. The president nods in return and sighs. "I expect nothing but the best work from both of you. With that said, I will return in the next three months to see what your progress will be then. I hope for everyone's sake that it will improve if at least by 0.1%." He smiles a bit at the exaggeration before he clears his throat and grows serious. "I bid you all a good day. Carry on."

With that said, the president turns and waits for his bodyguards to split apart before he walks towards the exit. The bodyguards follow closely while the general stays behind to smirk at the duo before he follows after the group. As soon as the door slides closed, everyone lets out a breath and returns to work.

The two men stand beside each other in silence as they stare at the door. Unsure of what to do first, Mr. Spencer finally snaps out of his trance and clears his throat. He turns to the doctor. "So, shall we get going or are we going to just stare at the wall all day?"

The doctor blinks before he turns to the man and glares. He grumbles something under his breath before he finally says. "Before we start, I have a few guidelines I'd like to share with you before I let you see this ghost."

The supervisor blinks and was about to retort before the president's words fill his head. He hesitates before he sighs. What harm could a few guidelines do to his job? "Very well. Let's discuss this in my office…"

Dr. Johnson merely nods and follows the man into his office. He makes himself comfortable on the leather chair as Mr. Spencer closes the door shut behind him and takes his own seat before they return to their topic about how they will proceed with their next step.

:)(:

"Daniel…"

The prince mumbles something before he pulls the heavy covers over his head and resumes snoring. He was just having the most wonderful dream until his lover gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. He was not having it; he wanted to see how the dream ended. If he pretended that he was still asleep, maybe his husband would go away and leave him in peace. He was tired from the hard work the day before and wasn't about to get up just yet.

No such luck.

"Daniel!" The phantom feels a warm chest pressing up against his back and holds back the urge to shiver. Compared to his natural cool skin, his husband was so warm. It always gave him chills whenever they touched each other. The phantom recalled their last night together and fought the urge to blush as he buries himself deeper into the covers.

A deep chuckle rumbles from his husband's chest but Danny pretended to ignore it.

"Don't make me resort to grabbing your friends to come wake you…" Pariah warns in a serious tone. The king stares down at his slumbering mate and gently rubs the prince's side soothingly. He smiles softly, somewhat amused by his husband's obstinacy. He knows how tiring yesterday's meeting had affected the younger ruler but that was no excuse to sleep in. After all, today was a very important day for the both of them; Daniel could not miss out on it!

When the prince makes no movement, Pariah sighs before he sits up and gets off his bed. "Fine, have it your way then…" He smirks as he quickly puts on his casual wear before he floats out of the room as quietly as possible, leaving his husband alone to rest.

Danny smiles in triumph as he relaxes and resumes sleep. It was barely ten minutes before he hears the door open again and then-

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANNY!" Several voices shout out all at once. Danny snaps his eyes open in alarm and saw Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Maddie, Jack, Dora, and Andrew all crouching over his form with wide smiles on their faces. Fright and Pariah remain at the door staring at the prince with highly amused smirks.

Danny lets out a shriek and topples over the bed in his surprise. The covers fall over him and he quickly sat up to stare at everyone in disbelief. "What the-!? What are you all doing in here?!" He demanded, his face flushing slightly from embarrassment. Pariah Dark NEVER let anyone in their private bed chambers unless there was an emergency that called for it. But to just wake him up? He was SO going to get payback for this…

"His Majesty said that you wouldn't wake up for your birthday AND anniversary," Dora said sweetly as she held back the urge to giggle. "So he asked us all to come here to express congratulations to your anniversary!"

Danny rubs his eyes tiredly but froze as soon as she said 'anniversary'. Slow realization dawned upon him and his eyes widen in alarm. "T-Today is our-?!" He squeaks before he jumps up to his feet and bolts toward one of his dressers. He hastily took out various accessories and a clean pair of white clothing. He glares accusingly at his husband over his shoulder as he rushes into the bathroom. "Why didn't you try to wake me up earlier?!"

"I just did…" Pariah blinks as he stares at his mate in bewilderment. Danny was never usually a morning person; that was something the king should know by now. He sighs and shakes his head as he orders everyone out of their room. Some of the room occupants snicker as they leave the room. Dora and Fright respectfully bow before Pariah Dark before they close the door behind them and leave the couple to themselves.

Pariah Dark's remaining green eye glows softly as he stares at his husband's frantic moving form. He hears Danny muttering various curses as he hastily puts on his tunic and pants. He was fixing his hair just as the king slowly floats over to him and slowly wraps his arms around his lover from behind. Danny froze at the contact while Pariah Dark nuzzles his face into the flame-like hair, noting how it always felt so silky to the touch.

He feels Danny relax with a sigh and continues to nuzzle his mate's hair. "Today is a very special day, Daniel… You do not have to fret so much." He smiles a bit as he leans down to plant a small kiss on the back of Danny's neck. He smiles a bit when he feels his husband shiver in his hold. "I know yesterday was very busy for the both of us..."

Danny sighs as he leans back into his husband's arms. "Tell me about it... I got so caught up with all the work that needed to be done that I almost forgot about today..." He looks at his reflection and smiles at the image of his mate holding him so protectively but lovingly. They were two opposites that complimented each other so beautifully. Danny noted that in the past several years, Pariah had grown to be more openly soft with his subjects, especially to him whenever they were alone. His touches and hugs and kisses are more tender and sensual. It filled him with joy to know that his husband trusts him completely to show his softer side.

He frowns a bit guiltily. "I'm sorry... For almost forgetting..."

Pariah simply smiles and turns Danny around to face him. He cradles his face and gently makes him look up at him. Pariah took a moment to observe everything about his mate and found himself loving Danny more each day. He was just so beautiful and ethereal that he himself could not believe how lucky he is to have such a wonderful man to have as his mate.

"It's all right Daniel... I have a very special gift in store for you today..."

Danny's eyes almost brighten. It almost amused Pariah when he realized that Danny would never lose his childish demeanor even after fifty years of being a prince. "Really? What is it?"

Pariah smirks. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now, would it?"

Danny smiles a bit deviously. "If it helps, I'll still act surprised."

"Nice try."

Danny pouts, which only made his mate chuckle. Pariah leans down to give the younger male a very soft kiss. Danny gives into it and lets Pariah pull him closer to deepen it. Danny was very aware that his chest is bare compared to his fully clothed mate and flushes. Pariah chuckles as he pulls away.

"Get dressed, Daniel. When you're done, come meet me and the others for breakfast. Afterwards I will take you to your surprise."

Danny's eyes brighten again before he returns to work and focuses intently on making himself presentable. Pariah smiles as he turns to float away and let his husband alone for a while. Just as he was about to open the door, he hears Danny call out, "Are we having the Lunch Lady's famous banana pancakes?"

Pariah knew that his definition of breakfast was different compared to Danny's more modern one. For his sake, he requested that his kitchen staff would be more creative with their dishes. This is also mainly because Jack had a huge appetite compared to his own. He often heard the staff complaining about how the scientist would always sneak snacks out of the kitchen in the middle of the night and he almost pitied his servants. He didn't want to get into bad terms with his father-in-law again so he hired more cooks to help around with the kitchen. It worked out for everyone's favor.

Pariah rolls his eyes as he walks out of the room. "All of your favorites, Daniel. Now hurry up!"

His smile widens when he hears his husband's musical laughter. His life couldn't possibly get any better than it could be now.

:)(:

"Well...?" Mr. Spencer grew impatient as he waits for the doctor beside him to proceed. Dr. Johnson was looking at the room around him, seeming to be inspecting its condition.

They were in a large medical laboratory. Various metallic desks were scattered around with large machines or tools laying about. Paperwork was hung over the walls. The only thing that stood out was the large cylindrical glass confinement planted in the middle of the room. Massive tubes were implanted into it from the wall and a green light flashed over a small rod planted on the top of the cylinder. It pulsed with energy that made even the doctor feel a bit unnerved.

Dr. Johnson sighs. "Looks doable. But if anything happens..." He pulls out a small device that looks like a sting gun. "I'm taking full charge."

Mr. Spencer says nothing but merely nods. He leads the doctor towards the glass seal and beckons him to place the thermos onto the small table provided. Once the doctor does, he backs away as the glass closes around the small spot once more. The doctor watches carefully as the supervisor begins typing something onto a keyboard nearby. Suddenly two hand-shaped claws slowly move down and begin to fiddle with the thermos. As they try to open the seal, the doctor stops Mr. Spencer.

"Before you proceed, I must tell you something about this ghost..."

Mr. Spencer frowns irritably. "What?"

For the first time since they've met, Mr. Spencer actually saw the doctor looking somewhat uncomfortable. He glances at the thermos as it is being pried open by the claws. "I don't know how to describe it, but the way he- it- looks and behaves... It's just unnerving. It's not like any other ghosts that me or my clients have ever seen. Even the girl who caught it said that there was something off about it. It just has this aura of... pure evil inside of it. It's like it can look deep into your soul and has the power to tear you inside out. And that voice..."

He shudders. Mr. Spencer frowns a bit and stops his machine. "Dr. Johnson, we have dealt with many powerful ghosts before. We even encountered the Ghost King and his mate personally. I doubt that this ghost will a bigger threat than they are."

Dr. Johnson frowns. He hesitates before he sighs. "I have warned you. But I promise you that you'll be surprised..."

Mr. Spencer only rolls his eyes before he types into his keyboard and forces the claws to open the thermos. While the doctor watches with a bated breath, Mr. Spencer watches intently as the lid finally slides open. He could feel his heart beating from excitement. This was the first ghost that he would observe up close without a fight.

He is alarmed when black substance pools out of the thermos and floods the glass until it is shrouded by black smoke. It is silent for a minute before the duo see a huddled figure on the ground once the smoke clears up. Once they have gotten a better visual, the doctor lets out a shudder while Mr. Spencer's eyes widen and he feels his heart stop.

Pale blue skin...

A muscular but weakened body...

Sharp fangs...

Long shaggy hair...

... And blood red eyes glaring coldly at them, as if they were burning with Hellfire itself.

I like how the cliffhanger turned. I know that there's two possible choices as to who the ghost is, but I'll let you all guess on that until it will be revealed. I think this turned out good overall, but it'll improve.

Sorry again for the long wait, but I promise I'll try to update more frequently as possible.

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