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This was not the Tanzanite the Blood Moon Court had come to know. It was not the crazed woman who had thrown back her head and laughed until the blood bubbled up from her lungs and choked off the sound. It was certainly not the fragile woman who had been beaten and broken, whose foolishness and weakness had cost General-King Marthozite his life.

This was Tanzanite reborn.

Her broken body had been filled with the power of the Negaverse. Where the flesh of her legs had been burnt and rendered useless, Metallia's power her given her new ones. Two sets of horns arched backwards from her temples, her head ringed with a crown of sharp spikes. Scales ringed her eyes and cheeks, and stretched down her slender necks. Most striking, though, were the wings that moved with every breath, always moving, always shifting, as though they were alive all on their own.

There was no more division. No more warring consciousness or divided strengths and weaknesses. There was no youma half and human half. There was simply General-Queen Tanzanite, some strange but seamless mix of monster and human.

And boy, did she ever look pissed.

Her narrowed eyes found Sailor Ares as she stood, and a small smile curved those dark lips. The Senshi of Smoke would not die, hm? It seemed the women had that in common.

“Zinkenite,” she spoke softly, her eyes never leaving Ares' matching ones, “would you kindly find Lyra for me? I have a promise to keep.”

A chill ran down his spine... he hadn't told anyone the secret of Lyra...not yet. But an order...was an order.
He bowed, hand pressed hard to the fracture in his ribs before he vanished and appeared beside Lyra. His eyes met hers, cold and distant, but somehow...concerned before he reached a quick hand to trap her close.

"If you ever...want to see your half brother again..." He whispered in her ear. "I suggest you stay still, you and I have a meeting with the General Queen."

Zanazziite was oblivious to the world, the only thing that existed was the crystal in her hands. That was until she felt energy growing in the cocoon. Lifting her head slowly she blinked trying to see clearly through cracked glasses and teary eyes. Before she managed to see anything a shock wave of energy hit her and she tumbled back, keeping a good grip on her crystal.

Slowly she stood, watching the arm attack Ares with wide eyes. Tanzanite? She was scared to hope, scared to be let down. And then she was hit with another wave of energy, falling back to the ground. She was frozen as she watched the cocoon unfurl. Could it be...?

It was. Tanzanite was standing in the middle of the cocoon and Zanazziite found herself crying again. It looked like Tanz's soul hadn't gone into her crystal, it had been reborn.

Standing up shakily she stared at the General-Queen, entranced. She wanted to go to her, but she was frozen in her awe. So frozen she was, that she didn't register the energy jump of Ares, or her getting up as an Eternal senshi.

It had caught him off guard and silenced his crying when he felt a shock return when he touched the cocoon, and he jerked back only to touch it again, desperate for some sign. It was something. It had to be something. Something responded back to him and he wanted, hoped, prayed, wished, and would bargain with the devil to feel it again. Concentrating, Wolframite didn’t have his guard up and didn’t think of having one for Tanzanite as well. When Ares came in the dim glow, he cried out, wanting her to just stop. Tanzanite was…. And yet Ares was here still. Her persistence and lack of any heart hit hard, and he didn’t know what else to do. Then again, there was no need.

The energy returned, a small flicker, but the fact it was there caused him to stare into the pod, eyes wide and small breath held. It grew, like a fire kindled by some unknown source. It rose, higher and higher, wave upon wave as it rose and rose, and there was a split second he felt the world would explode from it.

Ares was stopped, and the blackened had caught Wolframite’s attention. The voice made him drop to his knees, and he watched as Ares was spoken to, corrected at last, and tossed aside. He would have hoped she was crushed, but his eyes were dedicated only on the cocoon now. A cocoon that was unraveling like a dark blossom, and from it, Tanzanite stepped out. Despite the new clothes, the new look, and a massive pair of wings that looked as if Arm brought some family along, Wolframite knew it all to be Tanzanite. It did not jerk him back in the slightest, and he let his eyes travel the details of her new appendages for a brief moment before looking at her face, her eyes, and watching. Listening. Speaking notes of true power and truth that made the tearing pain in his chest expand and warm.

The senshi were monsters who understood nothing of this power. Of Love and loyalty and friendship, and Tanzanite had arrived as the angelic messenger to open eyes to the power the Negaverse had. Not the raw power of upgrades and strength in their bodies, but of their links to each other.

As she looked over them all, Wolframite pushed himself back to his feet. Soon, a pair of bruised, dirty, sore arms wrapped around Tanzanite, and held her tightly as his small, nearly collapsing frame could. “I knew it. I knew you didn’t go.” While those two weeks made him feel that he would never live or feel happiness again, he was never happier now. The senshi had taken friends and comrades. That much was true, but they had not taken her. Childishly, he believed they never would.

Chilla ran up her spine as the flower like..podular opened. She thought it would reveal big bird V2 back for revenge like some bad sequel... but no, it was worse.

General queen... a general queens aura suddenly showed on the radar. Not only that, a bird of a eternal.

What.. the fell was going on. As she made a move to step back, she was suddenly stopped as she felt arms wrapping around her shoulders, a quick grasp. A even quicker saying.

...They had Zac?.... Eyes FILLED with concern looked up into zinks cold, hard ones. How did...they know?

Wait... if they knew she had a brother, did they know who SHE was? All concern for that was tossed into the air, and only replaced with a NEED to know that her brother was safe. A simple cell phone call would have done it... but she was sure they would have not allowed this. Never allow anything... was her death waiting at the end of this?

Eyes looking down, in clear defeat. She nodded slowly. She would see what this General queen wanted for her brother back.

It was an explosion of power, in a sense, and Scylla's head swam from her nose, and from everything that was happening. Tanzanite wasn't dead, not at all, and Ares was... Eternal? Should she be alarmed, or feel relief? Tanzanite being a General Queen was a Very Bad Thing. Ares being so close to her was even worse.

And now the General Queen was demanding sacrifices, it seemed. Demanding Lyra, and Scylla's rage danced over the surface. No. She wouldn't let it end like this. Not for her, not for Lyra, not for any of them... but there was nothing... right now, all she could do was stand there, impotent, watching the march. It seemed like most of the field was frozen, like her. Impotent.

Her mind didn't work quickly enough. She was afraid to rock the boat. She wouldn't even risk her life to save a sister.

Scylla was useless.

Alkaid had fallen, been blown away, as she'd tried and failed to put herself between Ares and what she thought was left of Tanzanite. The burst of energy had knocked her backwards and sent her tumbling gracelessly to the ground in a heap, the fall creating more bruises that seemed to endlessly line her body at this point.

She lay there for a long moment as she tried to gasp air back into her lungs, moving weakly. As that energy grew stronger, brighter, like electricity crackling in the air, she could feel it. She pushed herself up feebly onto her elbows and, for the first time, set her eyes on the General Queen.

Those tears of failure and sorrow lingered, but as she stared at that proud woman so far away, it was relief that finally made them fall. They were silent tears that made small rivers down her pale cheeks, washing away the tiniest fraction of dirt and blood that was smeared across her face.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and then, wobbling, tried to bring herself to her feet without success. So she just sat there on her knees, without enough energy left to do otherwise. She was tired and broken, she had endured all manners of torture and brutality on this mission, and there were no words she could find to express her happiness at seeing the woman unharmed. She didn't want to crowd her, she didn't want to rush to her side like everyone else. She just wanted to admire her from a distance, watch her with the knowledge that she had made up for her previous failures - and most of all, she really just wanted to go home.

One arm gently wrapped around Wolframite and pulled the young Captain in close.

“It's alright,” she whispered, claws combing gently through his tangled hair, “It's over, now. I won't leave you again, Wolframite. I promise.”

A smile was given to Scheelite, and the General-Queen nodded once, “I know you didn't, Scheelite. I knew you never would. Can you please help Wolframite stand? There's something I would like to do.”

Tanzanite turned, and rested those clawed hands on Bismuthite's shoulders, and the General Queen smiled a surprisingly grateful smile.

“Bismuthite,” her hand lifted to gently rest upon the boy's cheek, “You have exceeded my every expectation. You have become stronger that I had hoped you could, and I think you have outgrown” she spoke with surprising softness, and that blackened hand vanished into his chest and took hold of his starseed for the second time in the young Lieutenant's life.

This was her thanks. Her way of showing gratitude. She could sense now, as she had never been able to before, which of them was ready. Which of them could withstand the power she was now capable of funneling into them. Bismuthite would experience pain unlike anything he had ever known, but when it was said and done, he would be better for it. Stronger.



A Captain.

“Now. If you will excuse me, Captain, I have a minor issue I must attend to.”

Somehow, she had seen Ares moving, and Tanzanite moved behind her with a thought, second after her staff made contact. The hand of her right wing moved, and closed around the Eternal Senshi's throat.

“Oh, I will touch her, Ares. I will touch her as you touched Dioptase. Oh, Ares, the wonders I am going to show your little protege. The things I'm going to do to her... and when I'm done?” The wing folded, pulling Ares in close until Tanzanite's lips brushed against her ear and her voice was a whispered hiss, “I'm going to take everything else you've ever cared for. Everything you've ever loved, and I am going to make it burn.”

The General-Queen tossed Ares aside, a ragdoll she had grown bored of, and turned to the pair behind her.

“Lyraaaaa,” Tanzanite's voice was soft, deceptively so. Black claws lifted to gently touch her cheek, and the woman smiled a terrible smile, “Please do not forget, we tried to warn you. I begged you to let her live. I pleaded for her life, and you spat in my face. You watched as she died. And now...?”

She smiled, and that youma arm lashed out with a backhand hard enough to send the girl flying the length of a football field.

“Please collect her, General. She will be coming with us.”

She finished with a sing-song tone, “Neeeeemesiiiiiis.”

Because two women had carried Dioptase in to her death, and Tanzanite had made a promise to them both.

((Note: Bismuthite's art is done, but hasn't been uploaded. It will be edited in when it has been uploaded. <3))