It was hard not to laugh as the names were being called. Hard not to find the whole affair so dramatic as to be something that he felt sure some wistful Negaverse General-Sovereign had been planning years in advance, like he imagined one of his daughters flipping through bridal magazines and planning her wedding. It was cinematic – hadn’t…? Oh, right. One of the Pirates movies had opened this way.
He chuckled. “The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we’ll roam,” he sang quietly to himself, grinning between words. “Yo-ho, all hands, hoist the colors high! Heave-ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die…!”
He continued humming the rest of the tune even as one of the people in line with him turned to glare in his direction. Dionysia shrugged back. “We’re being tried by a clown court,” he argued, “I can’t possibly take it seriously. The emperor has no clothes.”
He waited as the person in front of him was called. Sentenced. Executed.
“Dionysia Knight.”
“Oh!” he responded, lighting up with a big sarcastic smile like he was the next contestant on The Prince is Right. “That’s me! What do I win? I can’t possibly guess.”
“Will you repent with your actions or your life?”
To this, Dionysia laughed long and low. He stepped forward, raising his voice and his head to be heard over the crowd. His restraints jangled with the movement.
“Corrupt? What, and deprive these good people of the show they came here to see?” He looked out over the faces of the assembled crowd, the carefully placed television cameras. “I mean, you guys in the front, how early did you have to line up to get seats in the splash zone? They don't want to miss that -- these people tuned in for a good old fashioned hangin'! They're not gonna settle for some eleventh hour repentance.”
He held out his arms in an inviting gesture, hampered largely by the cuffs at his wrists. “Well, let it never be said that I disappointed a paying audience. Alright, everyone. Step right up, step right up! Get in close. You guys at home, make sure you're on the HD channel, let the kids gather round. You won't want them to miss this one.” He winked, grinned – then, like he was confiding an insider secret, said in a stage whisper, “The arterial spray's gonna be great. So hey, get a good look at what happens when you go against the Negaverse for the right to live. Witness justice, the likes of which haven’t been seen since at least 1830! Behold their great ******** beneficence!”
There were angry jeers from some of the people in the crowd; then, a fisted hand grabbed him by the hair at the back of his scalp, holding him in place – and the long, glittering red of a blade appeared through the front of his chest, spilling deep red over the muddied and torn whites and golds of his uniform.
He coughed, then laughed, then coughed again. Blood came up the second time.
A nice stage bow would’ve been the perfect thing just then, he thought – but there was a hand in his hair, holding him up, still, and when it finally -- eventually -- let go, he settled for the rather more authentic gesture of crumpling dead in a heap right where he stood.
Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 12:36 pm
The number of terrorists that chose death over repentance was disappointing.
Waste.
These people had shown that they were good warriors, good survivors. Having them under their influence would have been of great benefit, but the decision had been made to give them a choice rather than force corruption on the lot of them. At least some of them were reasonable and chose to rehabilitate.
When a call for corruption came out once again, the general-queen left her place in line to approach the knight and the cat that waited with him. It was kind of whomever it was to allow them to remain together, but a needless gesture. Cats didn't bond to knights and duty to the Negaverse would supersede the bonds of friendship once both began their service. Kindness was not needful.
"You have been called to serve Metallia and have accepted that call. Serve well and you will be rewarded." She intoned as she reached out first to the knight. Her hand slid easily into his chest, sinking wrist deep before her gloved fingers wrapped around his starseed. With a firm shove, she flooded his seed with her power, with Metallia's power, all in a rush.
The corruption was short and quick, Shadeite's power overwhelming the energy of Saturn easily. When she pulled her hand free, he was a knight no longer and she turned to the cat in the cage beside him. Opening the door, she reaching inside with both hands to gently extract him from it. She kept firm hold, for all her seeming gentleness. There would be no escaping. Reaching again, even as sweat beaded on her forehead, Shadeite forced her hand into the cat as well and gathered herself for the greater task.
Corrupting a knight was relatively easy. They seemed the easiest to convert from one side to the other, but there was something inherently powerful about cats... a power you could feel when they took their human forms. Corrupting one of them... that was a worthy task indeed, and a major prize for the Negaverse.
Closing her eyes, the blue-haired woman concentrated and pushed her energy into the guardian cat, the effort required for this third corruption making her normally upright posture sag just a little. Her lips pressed into a line as she called for more power, pulling it from the source to fulfill the will of their great ruler. When the change was finally complete, Shadeite was breathing hard as she pulled her hand free of the small body, pleased at the sight of the darkened star on his forehead.
The general-queen nodded briskly to both men before she turned to make her way back to her place, glad to have a moment to rest after three corruptions.
Arian had long ago made his peace with the fact that he would die because of the war and there had been moments over the years when he had wondered how he finally go.
There had been many moments over the years - so many moments...
That first Order meeting ambush.
The alleyway where he had upgraded to eternal.
Saffy's death and the destruction much, much later on of the camp she had never managed to see... Somehow he had managed to survive them all, but as the General King's blade rasped free of the cane he finally had his answer.
People said that at the end your life tended to flash before your eyes and maybe it was true, because suddenly he could see so many memories.
Sitting in Nain's lap as she read him stories.
Playing tag in the park with Catrin before the car crash that had changed everything.
Blushing as Aaron Taylor stole his first kiss behind the school cycle shed.
********* giving his 16 year old self his first henshin pen.
Orah, Gwen and himself standing in a garden as their powered counterparts as the three of them made a pledge to help the newbies...
And Liryn as he cheerfully took apart yet another of his clocks.
He was only 24, but so many things had happened in the short span of his life. Bad - yes. Terrible - definitely, but there had been good along with the bad and friends in surprising places.
He could feel the General King's breath feather his ear as he rested the cold metal of the blade against his neck, as he whispered a final sneering message.
Then the blade came down and there was nothing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:46 pm
Niflhel watched her as she walked over, while it was quick it wasn't painless for the Knight. He'd promised himself before he'd never corrupt but soon situations change. His eyes closed wincing as once again a hand through his chest, instead of the pain of having the starseed yanked out though. . . It was the pain of having corruption added.
Bitting the inside of lip until soon the pain subsided and the chaos flowed over him. Brown eyes look towards Shadeite, as his uniform rippled into the darkest of blacks still leaving hints of purples and reds.
His eyes turned towards the cat to watch her corruption to the pitiful animal a wicked smile on his face. "Metallia won't regret the opportunity, I've been given." He replied.
Had snowball wanted to fight, and struggle he couldn't for being a ragamuffin prevented such luxury. The horror of watching Niflhel turn from who he'd once known to the monster standing beside him the cat was having second thoughts and wished that someone could have come to save them. However, he'd promised the knight he'd follow. In order to one day help Polaris again.
Purple eyes set on the woman in front of him. Trying not to let the pain of the corruption known. Though the cat couldn't help but make a small pained grunt as she pumped him with chaos. When finished he looked at her, watched her nod and walk off.
He jumped to the man's shoulder and rod off stage. "You're going to be my perch." The cat wasn't sure why but he felt comfortable for now being in the presence of this general. And when the General pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve after scratching the cat stared at it. "What's that?"
General Niflhel had given the General Queen a brisk bow and strolled off stage with a regal air though when they were out of sight of the crowd he was indeed scratching at something that itched his arm pulling out a small piece of paper and gaining a question from the cat on his shoulder. "Not sure." He opened it and read, Aurora Nimad - RIP 2019.
He frowned a little bit as he read the paper and looked towards the cat. "Huh, Apparently this Aurora is dead." Though while he remembered little of his powered self, only his Name really that was all that was important right? The General had remembered Aurora but it seemed as if it'd been ages since he'd seen her or been with her. "such a sad thing. . . perhaps someone wanted me to know I'd lost someone once very dear to me." He murrmurred.
He hadn’t spoken to any of them while in his cell, though he was sure he could have tried, he had been busy thinking and trying to keep his mind away from certain paths. He didn’t want to think about his parents, somewhere in Europe, and the friends he surely had in the city still. If he thought about those things he might just fall apart and he couldn’t allow himself that, he couldn’t emotionally fall apart and give the negaverse one last victory. He would die, he knew that, but he would not fall apart before or during his execution.
That had been how he’d spent his night and the early morning before being forced to power up, donning his uniform of blues, purples, and hues of gray, and chained up and brought out to a stand with others who had been captured. Chaldene was further down the line, the poor senshi would see him die, he did give him something of a half smile and a nod of the head in some effort to support the other without saying a word. He didn’t want to talk as it seemed wrong, in some manner, to the blond as he stood there and watched a knight join the Negaverse and then senshi, several senshi, pick death.
Finally he heard his own title and name called, “General King Benitoite” how shocked were those in the crowd and those he was chained up with? “Will you repent with your actions or your life?”
Licking his lips, dry from lack of drink, he lifted his head and stuck his nose up into the air as he moved forward. “Would you even offer me my life?” He questioned, his eyes focused on Kazenite as he spoke. He wasn’t speaking for anyone else but her. “At least to me the favor honor of freeing my hands so I might power down. I would like those who knew me as a civilian to see me die so they will know my fate and not wonder, or think I randomly vanished.” He had tried last night to not think of friends and family, he’d tried so hard, and yet faced with death those thoughts came to him and hit like a train.
Kazenite regarded her former mentor for several moments through narrowed eyes. With him sufficiently drained she held little to no fear of him trying to flee, still she owed him nothing and felt little desire to comply with his request.
However, whatever it was that drove her to step forwards was of little consequence, nobody would ask her why she’d released him from his shackles; he was as good as dead anyway and to be frank it was none of their damn business. For a fraction of a second she averted her attention to the ‘guard dogs’, perhaps grunts would be more fitting, and nodded her head. Promptly the two lieutenants stepped away allowing her to undo the chains herself.
With a flick of her wrist the General Queen opened her right hand releasing the weapon held within her tight grasp into subspace and placed her open palm on his chest, right over one of the silver ivy decorations. Should he decide to lash out instead she’d rip his starseed before he could so much as blink. “Lift your wrists.” she demanded curtly. There was no way she would lean over and leave herself open.
“You don’t trust me…” He observed, there was no need to question her as it was obvious. She had good reason and yet it still hurt him to know she didn’t trust him to not lash out and try and hurt her, one last hit before he would die. “You know I wouldn’t, I do have some honor about me.” To which he heard a ‘heh’ from the General Queen. Negaverse or not he had honor, always had, and it was that which had driven him to do as he had done.
Shaking his head he lifted his wrists. “Once you’ve undone them you’ve no need for your weapon, I won’t seek to harm you. You’ve won and to attack now won’t do any good nor change anything. We’ve lost and my life is forfeit. I just have a few requests…..that of a dying man.” A man…? Was he a man? He was only 24 and yet he had seen and done so much that he used the term man on himself.
“Nothing I ask will be beyond your power, nor anything too out of place to ask I hope.” At least he didn’t think so. She would likely not be surprised by what he’d ask, she knew him and well. He had after all trained her after corrupting her with his own hand.
The sounds of chains hitting the ground was louder than she had intended yet she still did not flinch. Actions often spoke louder than words, she knew better than to believe he had completely given up and no longer wished to see her in the afterlife after all she had killed two people dear to him in the past two and a half weeks. “Power down first and then I will hear your request. You deserve at least that much for the years you did spend loyally serving the Negaverse before being lead astray.”
As the chains fell away he found himself rubbing at his wrists, he may not have tried to break free but his wrists were still sore and chafed from how he’d laid down the previous night. he hadn’t slept, though he’d tried, and he’d moved a lot which had caused the soreness and chafing he suffered now. “I was going to ask if I could power down, thank you.” He spoke and before he did, in a sudden movement, he reached out for the teal haired female and though shorter he did wrap his arms about her neck and draw her into a hug. Powering down as he brought her into his arms he stood there, dirtier than he’d normally ever permit himself to be, his hair unkempt and long without a hair tie keeping it from his face to which he felt her body tense. Slate eyes moved between the female General Queen and the crowd as he calmed himself so he could manage this without choking up. Finally his slate eyes was back onto the general Queen’s uniform, as he was pressing his face in rather close to her.
“I don’t wish for others to hear my requests...and I will miss you, even if we’ve been enemies in secret for so long. You are still one who has made me the proudest.” The other had been Bischofite, always would be. “My family...I sent them to Europe - to the countryside. Please find them and bring them my body, they deserve to bury their only son. They deserve to know what happened to me and why I sent them away.” He had always been close to his family, especially his mother, and being away from them all these years had hurt. He hadn’t spent holidays with them, in contact with them, he wouldn’t risk them in order to simply contact them. Now they would find out about him, find out how their son was doing, and it wouldn’t be good news nor given in the best of ways he was sure. But they did deserve to know this and have his body returned to them, as if he were some fallen soldier from a war - wasn’t he just that? Weren’t they all, all those on this stage and their judge, executioners, and jury? “I’d like to ask you do the same for those who have been and will be killed today. We have all fought for our beliefs, even if they are different from yours, they fought for what they believed in and are paying for that. Respect to the dead should still be paid, just as in a war it would be…For their families, and the fact they were loyal to their beliefs, just as you are, I ask this not just for myself.” He would be lucky if she’d grant him the wish for himself, to track down his family, but to do this for everyone else that had died or was marked to die? it was asking a lot of her and yet he held out hope, hoped that his lessons with her would sway her to fulfill his last requests.
For several moments the teal haired General Queen remained silent; she knew what she had to do and yet… she didn’t want to. “I hate you.” she whispered and her voice shook “I hate you so much Beni…” A name of familiarity of longago friendship.
He hadn’t expected her hand to enter his chest, not yet, and whimpered in pain as he shuddered against her form. Finding his voice after moments of silence filled with just his breathing. “You're not the only person to hate me.” He whispered, a teasing note entering his speech, his lips even pulled into a teasing smile as he drew back just enough for her to see his smiling face. “Even in death I’m sure many will hate me, civilian, senshi, knight, officer. Death will not grant me freedom from that, not that I would want it. I wouldn’t want to sway a person's honest feelings about me. It is their feelings and they are entitled to them.” Just as they were entitled to their freedom, something he had joined the Negaverse to fight for, first his own and then everyone who could not fight and then simply everyone. He had told her, when he’d first corrupted her, that they were fighting for the freedom of the people, that the other side would enslave them all, and yet she was one of those enslavers. Would she realize it? Did she see it? Had she seen it already and not acted upon it as he had?
Her body shook ever so slightly within his embrace as she tried all she could to stymie the tears that threatened to fall. Lips pressed into a thin line it hurt so much to say the words that would come next. "You should have trusted me.“ She finally whispered for his ears alone “I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth if you all but asked.”
Anger from memories she tried hard to seal away from when that god damn knight became one of them. “You were my mentor and I looked up to you, but you left me when that knight corrupted into one of us. Instead of trusting me,” her fingers then curled around his starseed “you put your faith and trust in him and cast me aside." Kazenite’s head then bowed resting on his shoulder.
“I know...I should have. But I worried how deeply drawn in you were...I worried about anyone finding out.” And with good reason. He had worried about even his partner knowing what he was doing, but that had been impossible to hide. How to hide his true intentions when he lived with the person and shared a bed with him?
“If I could go back in time I would. I would fix this all, you and I, this world. I did not join for this or bring you in to fight for this. This is what I fought, killed, and bleed to keep from happening.” He had given up his own innocence without a thought on the matter. He had felt guilt when he’d first killed someone, a lot of guilt, but he’d known he needed to learn how to kill. He had grown and sacrificed all so he could help and now this; all of this. He had lost and given so much and for the wrong thing. “Maybe in another time, in another life, we’ll meet again and I won’t commit the same mistakes.” Maybe he would be reborn, here of course, and live as a normal civilian under the rule of the Negaverse. maybe he’d meet her again, as a civilian, and remain as a civilian this time? Maybe they could be friends again? Maybe so many things but that wasn’t here, here was death. If she crushed his starseed he’d never be born again, wasn’t that what senshi and knights said? He was sure he’d heard it spoken of before.
“I make no promises for the others.” The last words she’d ever speak to the ashen blond fell from her glossed lips.
“So long as you try...and so long as I find my way to my family. I will be happy.” He meant it, even as tears ran unchecked down his cheeks. When they had started he didn’t know, couldn’t say, and he didn’t care. This wasn’t the time to care about appearances, not with death looming so close, this was a time to say what needed to be said and make final requests and arrangements. “Even if...even if my family doesn’t want you there - I do. When they bury me please...be there with ivy.” The plant which covered his body and decorated his uniform, a symbol of loyalty. He was showing, speaking without saying, his forgiveness for what she was about to do to him. He knew she would bring his life to an end and he was forgiving her, welcoming her to his own funeral. “The dogs...cabin in the woods...please take them in.” He had to think about them. He had loved them so much and in the last two weeks they had been all he’d had. before that they had been loyal companions to himself and his partner. Now they would be loyal companions to the general Queen. He couldn’t leave them alone in the woods unknowing of their masters fate and leave their fate to just that - fate. He could not be cruel to them and he knew Kazenite wouldn’t be tierh. He would trust them to no one else but her, even if she was his executioner today. It was as he felt her hand slide from his chest, his starseed in her hold, that he shuddered with pain, the tears came faster and breath was choked on as he held back the sobs that wished to come.
Kazenite could only nod her head, refusing to speak anymore than she had already I hate you for making me do this… she thought, cursing all that he was and all that she had become before pulling her hand, and his starseed free from his chest.Their fights, all they were was an elaborate game for her to show off that she didn’t need him, that she could survive on her own and indeed she did under the ruling of Metallia.
When her hand had left his body he slumped against her as darkness came to sweep him away. It was in those last few moments, his starseed in her hand, that he saw them. two familiar people each one reaching out to him with a hand and smiles offered to him. His beloved General and Acrucis. The one he loved most and the one he had devoted himself to keeping safe. Whispered words, the last of his life, slipped out in two whispered words. “I’m sorry.”
Kazenite carefully lowered his body to the ground and stepped away from his lifeless form. ”Leave him” she instructed as the grunts looked as if they were about to remove his body.
There was no need for her to remove the choker that hugged her neck as she reached up to open the empty wire-wrap cage that once held her sisters starseed. In its place, after haven given it to Phact to save her life, the General Queen placed Benitoites vibrant blue starseed and there it would stay forever in her care till she too joined him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:24 pm
Watching the judgement be passed upon Benitoite, without even a choice given by him, Chaldene felt tears slip down his cheeks. He knew the General King would die, the other side likely would never have given him a choice, he had already betray the Negaverse once so they wouldn't give him another chance. Raising a chained hand he wiped at his tears, brushing them away, as he wondered how it was that anyone could pick corruption over death. Why join the other side? Maybe it was just him though.
Shaking his head he hoped his mother was ok, that she was safe and would remain so. His mother...he felt sorry for leaving her so soon, as he would not choose corruption. He knew that even if he did corrupt he would be lost to her, he'd heard enough on how such things went, and toyed with his piercing before he stepped forward. "May I go next? I don't want to wait any longer for my own death." He didn't want to drag it out, there was no point in it. "I can't stand remaining here and being made a spectacle of like some criminal when I've done nothing wrong aside from trying to stop this big Orwellian government you've all forced upon us." Prodding at a piercing with his tongue he stood there, feeling ill, as he waited to see what his mode of death would be. "As General Queen Kazenite has killed General King Benitoite I would like to request she bring me to an end as well." He knew some of the others, from over the years, by face but the General Queen who had killed Benitoite he knew a little better, at least he liked to think so, considering the final battle and how that had gone. There was some connection there - right?
The girl who responded to that call (as much as she responded - lifting her head and taking a small step forward) looked like the proud Senshi of the Inferno in fuku only. The confidence was drained from her body, the fire that she had clung to so proudly put out.
Her Court was in shambles, the people she cared about dead, her city under the control of people she despised. And as she watched others fall aorund her, she realized with sinking surety that despite loud protestations, despite arguments that there was hope left - there was none. Even fee they all did reincarnate - those of them who could - what was to say they wouldn't be doing the same dance in a thousand years, and that it wouldn't end exactly the same way?
Who was to say every cycle didn't end the same way?
As far as Asmodeus was concerned, there was only one thing left to do. It was self-interested and it was something that she would never have thought herself capable of.
'The ends justify the means. Survive.'
"Will you repent with your actions or your life?" She was asked, and she took a breath.
"My actions. I choose...I choose submission."
Few had. Pride was a powerful thing.
Asmodeus had no pride left.
A General-King's hand sank into her chest, and she let out a scream of agonizing pain as Metallia's Chaos made its way into her body.
And when it as all over, Asmodeus was no longer quite so concerned with survival - or at least, not so concerned with survival alone.
'I am a soldier of the Negaverse. Whatever enemies of Metallia remain, they will burn.'
Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:22 pm
Cybele was no threat to the Negaverse. She hadn’t been at that final, desperate battle. She hadn’t hunted them at all in years. Instead, she had watched from what she thought was a safe distance as Order slowly fell. None of that was enough to protect her. The Chaos that coated her starseed wasn’t enough to protect her. She was still a loose end, still someone that had chosen the Dark Mirror over the Negaverse. When she stepped out of a mirror to find her apartment full of Negaversers, she realized that even that wasn’t enough. Even the Dark Mirror wasn’t enough to protect her like they’d promised. They had failed, just like the White Moon.
But just hunting her down wasn’t enough. She was to be executed as a proper criminal, as an example to whoever might be left never go against the Negaverse. She was dragged before what seemed to be the entire city in chains, hair unwashed and wearing dirty pajamas. Cold fury turned to tears and fear as she watched the remnants of Order fall one by one. Then, it was her turn to be called forward. “Dark Mirror Sailor Cybele,” they asked, “Will you repent with your actions or your life?”
Corrupt or die? It was a question she’d actually had to consider. She’d corrupted once before, and her loyalty to the White Moon at that point was more than her loyalty to the Dark Mirror was now. What was a bit more Chaos in exchange for forgetting that she hated the Negaverse, for forgetting that she hated the city? There was a chance that she would even be happy again, but at a cost. She was standing among what they wanted her to become, cold eyed agents who followed cruel orders without question, who proudly wore the blood of courageous people on their blades. Those people hadn’t deserved her trust, but maybe they did deserve her respect. She had betrayed them once. Would she really do it again? No. The answer was no. “Any example you make of me will only be of your tyranny,” she replied, her quiet voice shaking. The jeering crowd didn’t seem to agree. Fine. Let them live in this disgusting city. She wouldn’t, not anymore. “Kill me,” she said. This time it wasn’t so quiet, wasn’t so shaky. It was confident, an order.
They didn’t give her a very dramatic end, just a quick beheading, but it did the job.
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The ground appeared to shake as her vision blurred, shifted, and corrected itself in close cycles. The Order was done, knights and senshi all. The Dark Mirror Court proper was likely soon behind them, no matter the honey-dipped promises that may have been made. Seeing a few of their distinct fukus in the lineup today, she wondered if it hadn’t already happened. The Negaverse was out for keeps, completely. They ate their own when it suited them. The open display of medieval-level execution presided over by a veritable Lord Queen who did not sully herself with battle attested that humanity could not be saved, anyway. Chaos had truly won when they seized hold of the infrastructures of Destiny City, their last bastion, and converted its bones and veins to run on oppression and weak-willed servitude. Brown eyes rose to glare at the gathered lot, not so much condemning them as happily granting the very future they have cultivated upon themselves with her good wishes. The people could no longer recognize evil because it looked just like them. She was initially surprised to hear corruptions being offered, but it was suited to them. Even if everything, from the very beginning of her time in this long war, said that evil could not triumph…
Battered and disgusting, bleeding and humiliated, but as herself, powered with the last vestiges of her asteroid - this was how she greeted the city today. Thankfully, it would likewise spare her family the indignity. In a moment, she would be something they could be proud of. The chains infused with Rift energy was barely requiring to subdue their sad lot. A quick splatter of blood came from beside her, and she blinked away the red drops in her eye.
“Eternal Sailor Nyx.” Her eyes shot not to the speaker, but to the Negaverse officer that approached her. They had been at this for awhile now; she knew the process. She carefully stepped forward, chains clamoring against themselves and the Rift crystals in a cacophony that, conversely, never felt less than dismal.
“I choose corruption.” The choice was strong and without reservation.
The Negaverse officer in front of her granted a nod before shoving his fist into her chest. Perhaps this was the true intention of the chains - to protect against the feeble twists the body demanded as it died, in one way or the other. As chaos broke down Nyx`s starseed, she reminded herself, “These are the victors. These are the survivors.” And one must always, always be a survivor. Black stained the whiteness of her fuku; feathers shed into stardust to be replaced with tough leather. Memories were the last piece that chaos took from her, and the pain began to subside to a dull, manageable roar. She felt the weight of the chains slip away as her new understanding took hold.
And everything was much easier. Corrupt Eternal Sailor Nyx glanced sidelong as her former compatriots, recognizing those who appeared as civilians, but only a dull haze for those who appeared as their powered selves. However, there was one that stood out and demanded her to reach out through the aches. A whispered name, as though to confirm it still existed in her memory. Striding in long steps with a new-found freedom allowed by the generous overseer, Nyx soon stood in front of Penelope Seneca.
“Pene,” Nyx said softly, like an echo. Then, loudly with an arm outstretched, “Please, join me.”
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