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Requiem turned to see Scheelite's bloodied hand reaching out to her. A Negaverse agent was reaching out to help her? What? Did he not know what she had done? She was no less guilty of the atrocities that had been committed than the one that Scheelite had witnessed to Primase. Requiem had not yet killed, but she wanted to. She tried to. But she failed. And she felt guilty - not only for her failure but for her very attempt to kill.

Everything that had happened in the past weeks had been out of one mindset: 'Show the Negaverse no pity. They have no hearts.'

But the experiences of the past few weeks - her attempt to kill Tanzanite, her brutal beating of Wolframite, the bloodied death of Dioptase, Tanzanite's reaction to the deaths, Primase's humming of Dioptase's swan song - they had taught her that the Negaverse do have hearts. They do deserve pity.

But still, she couldn't show them any. And here was this Negaverse doing just what she couldn't do: ignore the faction and help the other. Requiem was puzzled, she was confused, and she was frustrated. This agent was ******** up the entire balance of it all. He was doing just what she had always wanted to see - peace, the Negaverse not acting so hostile for once - but it was far too late. Far too much had been lost: her parents, her family, her friends, Rota, her once good-hearted humanity. It was all lost. Lost and shot to hell by the Negaverse.

That was the balance she understood. And that was the balance that Scheelite was ******** up. Confused and torn, she took his hand, looked into his eyes and was on the verge of crying. "I'm sorry," she whimpered.

She broke their gaze, and then swiftly rose her hands to the Captain's neck and wrapped her hands tightly around his neck and tackled him with the rest of her body weight. He can't disrupt the balance.

He needed to die. She couldn't let there be any more reason for there to be sympathy.

Sailor Ares did not have a speech to give now.

She felt the blow from Myalite land, grunted from the force of it, and then simply took off in the other direction, running if only to feel the life churning in her legs. Gunn would have to fight for herself. Ares saw the creature that was slowly coming to existence in front of her. It was a creature that had been created by the blows of a war that had been raging on for eternity.

Ares had simply led her faction to pour gasoline on the flame.

Whatever happened from this point on, Ares knew it was her fault. And she accepted the guilt of it now before anyone else had the chance to die. If this was the end of her, then she planned to make it a beautiful death. She planned to ride out this hellhound all the way to the edges of the universe. She planned to writhe in the blood of her enemies before they could strike her down.

And if she could manage it, Ares would take Tanzanite with her.

No. Oh no. No no no what had happened to her?! Even as Lina had smiled at Castor's easy affection even now, moving towards the rubble to do as she'd hoped he would suggest, the object of her thoughts and obsession made her presence known. The scouter beeped and flashed, the visible aura around Tanzanite causing a flash on the screen that almost blinded the teen before she had enough presence of mind to push it away.

Without the facade of her weapon it was easy to see every single thing that had happened to the general. Burns covered her body and rippled what had once been soft skin. Blood and bruises claimed what remained beneath the burns but the very worst part were the eyes. Tanz's eyes, she remembered, had always been steely grey and reminded her of winter. Now there were only pools of darkness that made the knight think that whatever human had once lived inside of the Negaverser had died inside that building.

"TANZ!" It cracked out of her throat as a ragged scream of denial, anguish, and regret. What had been happening to her while Lina had been off changing her allegiance and her life? Had she really truly hidden or had something else happened?

Feet unbidden started to move towards her former partner before Castor's strong arms caught the knight around the waist and held her against his chest. "No! Let me go! I need to help her! Castor!" She squirmed and tried to pull free but could only stare as eyes glazed with tears. "Tanz...what happened? Please!"

Even now, a hand reached out towards her. It wasn't too late was it? To make things right and atone? Staring at Tanzanite it was hard to believe in anything good and right as the darkness closed in around the former Linarite and moved her to whimpering silence. There was a long moment when their eyes met and it seemed, just for a moment, that everything would be alright.

Perhaps someone else might have missed that flicker. Perhaps anyone else might have seen something other than the disgust, denial, and finally the rejection of everything that the girl had become. But Lina knew Tanzanite better than she knew even herself most days and these things were written clearly on that ravaged face. Her own tears began as dark trickles fell from those cruel eyes and a howl was sent towards the sky.

The knight was grateful then, for Castor's arms, as the door was closed between the two women and the power shot out to throw her back against him. She could do nothing but weep then, great gulping gasps and storms. What had happened? Why hadn't she known?

"It seems like it...and that she survived....somehow." He didn't know how. But however she did it was obvious something bad had happened, something very bad. "Whatever happened, which permitted her to live, it's very bad. I don't like it."

He couldn't exactly go out and go after senshi and risk one of those Blood Moon ones attacking him, he didn't think he'd be as lucky as Tanzanite to survive. He wasn't even sure if she was so lucky, in the long run.

The explosion of dark power washed over him, rocking him gently in place. "Wooow." Sort of wavering on his feet as he let himself take in all that power and try and just figure out what was going on. "This is going to turn in to a bloody massacre...Tanzanite isn't happy...she's lost it." While he may not like senshi, as a whole, Sailor Bellatrix was an exception. She wasn't so lost in her own side to not see beyond it.

Patrolling was less a chore now. He'd done it alone for so long. Both for himself and for the sake of others. But having a companion helped. Both mentally and physically. She lightened his mood, and made taking care of the stronger youma much easier. But when that thrum of dark energy rippled, Castor's blood went colder then ice. It was like feeling Beryl had taken her magic and thrown it into the very earth, causing an light earthquake of dark energy. It was not pleasant. It was not good. It was a siren's call to war.

Looking at Lina, he didn't have time to question her expression as she darted towards the source, only that he was giving chase, fuku feathers falling out on some of the more daring jumps he was not suited for. His skill lay in brute force, her's in agility. "Lina, what-"

The sight that greeted him stopped his question.

Negaverses everywhere. A collapsed building, a general queen, bodies burning, falling, blood pouring. War had broken out. The dream that was Elysion poured into reality that was Destiny City. He' arrived before the true horror would be seen. Before the sight of something that would send him reeling would occur. Reaching out, Castor took, his Knight, his beloved's hand and kissed the ring that lay just under the black gloves. "We do our duty. We fight. We defend." He knew her worry over her former colleges. He gave her a soft smile. "Aid the wounded, I will defend-"

Then it happened. The woman he'd seen walk out of the rubble was the one he'd watched decend into madness, into the darkness so far, he was torn with memories of a more gentler, a more human time. But the energy from her now..."God." Her eyes. Even from the distance, he could make them out. Black. Swallowed in utter darkness. She had died once, and he'd watched it happen. She'd been reborn, half human half monster. But now, the energy rippling from her- She had been consumed. She was not the same. She would never be the same. Whatever had given her power, the strength to survive-

Castor looked at Tanzanite and felt dread. "What in Serenity's name is happening?" And arm enclosed around Lina's waist, keeping her trapped by his side. but then it was clear. She saw them and he saw her. Tears. She was crying. Crying.

Before Castor could register the thoughts behind the simple human act Tanzanite was showing them, the wave of dark energy blasted outwards. And Castor felt it.
Reacting, and in a gamble, called on his own depths of power, his own native magic.

Black wings fanned out encasing both Castor and Lina as dark magic washed over them. Once it passed over them, the opened to whatever was in store. His power rippling and crackling in response to the lingering dark magic. Prince Castor stood on the edge of the battlefield, His Knight, Lina, in his arms.

Sorry? Was she...actually sorry for the things they had done? Had this one Senshi, in the nest of evil known as the Blood Moon Court, actually see the evil in what they had done and -regret it-? He had known Lyra to sometimes step back and see what was really going on...was it possible another of Ares brood was doing just that?

Was it perhaps possible they could turn the court against Ares, if only they could show they had the ability to feel compassion....as all humans did?

Scheelite was always the friendly one. The smiling face that stuck out in the crowd of darkness known as the Negaverse. Once again, that friendliness was going to get him into trouble.

"We...c-can't bring them back, but we can fix th---"
He was cut off by a strangled choke, his body crashing into the ground below with Requiem right on top. The hands around his throat forced the air from his body and the blood from his neck wound to flow more freely.

He should have known better than to try and trust anyone in this godforsaken faction. They were beyond saving.

Hands shot up to Requiem's own, quickly wrapping around them and yanking at the same time as he tried to kick at her to get her off. Experience and superior strength counted for something, and he managed to free himself before too much damage could be done.

"Should have known better, not like any of your kind would be interested in making things right again."

Even as the energy washed over them sending Hel stumbling towards Lyra and Ametrine she couldn't help but feel a rush of power. They were in the right, the Senshi had killed their own, tormented them, and then finally in the sickest way brought them sweet mercy in the form of a cruel and ugly death. So it was with great joy that Hel slowly stalked over towards Lyra, clearly showing favor towards her right leg, the left knee swollen from the earlier kick.

"You'll pay for everything you did. For every wound, for every drop of blood." She whispered before giving Lyra a sharp kick to the ribs coating the spot in ash. "That's for my knee, the rest is for every other person you and your friends hurt, for everyone that you murdered." Each word dripped with poison and hatred as the corupted senshi spoke.