It was all she needed to hear. All she wanted to hear. She had come quite far in her personal battle against the Blood Moon Court. Ares, Nemesis, Lyra, and now Requiem. The senshi's most combative faction was failing one by one. She would weaken the supports, instill them with fear, and cut the head off of the vile snake that was the Blood Moon Court before it could do any harm.

Which meant taking down Ares, one way or another.

Her smile was nothing short of cruel as she closed the space between them and rested that heavy black hand on the girl.

“What I need,” Tanzanite began, “Is for all of you to get the <********> off of Queen Beryl's planet. But for now,” the mouth of the youma came down, and dozens of needle-like teeth tore through Sailor Requiem's skin, “this will do.”

As she pulled the blackened hand away, the senshi's own blood left a trail of tiny red droplets upon the floor.

“Tell Sailor Ares to meet me in the alley outside the dance studio,” there was no need to clarify which dance studio, “If you're lucky, maybe she'll convince me not to kill you.”

With that, she was gone, a mere thought carrying her back to the dark, cold Negaverse. She left Devi with only her bleeding parents and a painful message for her commander.