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Devi felt empty. She thought this moment would feel different, much happier. She wasn't unhappy, she was very happy. She was in love with Damian, and she was able to show him how much she loved him. But she felt vulnerable and uncertain. She had tried to forget her doubts, but the thought kept racing through her mind: why hadn't Damian said he loved her back?

Nonetheless, she couldn't help but smile as Damian kissed her body. A second round? She wasn't sure about that but --- her bliss was stopped. Her eyes widened as he moved his fingers over the scar of her branding mark. The mark that identified her as a member of the Blood Moon Court. s**t - had she not told Damian? They rarely talked about their Senshi duties with each other and there has always been a lot of secrecy about the going ons of the Court. But did she forget to tell him that she was even involved? No, she couldn't have. Could she?

"It's a mark," she said, swallowing hard. This wasn't going to go over so well. She felt her stomach turn into knots. "I'm part of the Blood Moon Court. I could have sworn this came up in conversation before." She realized he was worried. She wasn't sure what he had heard about the group, but probably nothing good. They didn't exactly have the best reputation these days. "It's not a big deal, it doesn't change anything. I don't know what you're thinking, but its not an insane evil group like people say. They're my family."

Devi bit her bottom lip. The torture thing. Apparently he had heard about that. "Yeah. There was some torture. Do you know why? Cause it was pretty damn personal," Devi stared at her boyfriend. Could he not put two and two together? "We kidnapped General Tanzanite and some other Negaverse captains. Do you remember what Tanzanite did to me? What she did to my parents? The Blood Moon Court responded. And then Tanzanite killed one of our own - Sailor Rota. What I did back was no worse, hell, it was much better than what she had done to me. I didn't kill anyone." She almost did. She wanted to. But she didn't admit that.

"Look, I'm not saying that everything that went down at that torture camp was right," she started. "But don't guilt me for what the ******** I did and what decisions I made. I was branded and I am proud to be a goddamn member. Under their wing I've become a better person. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about it. I should have. I love you. I love you just as much as the Court, maybe even more." Ares would probably not be pleased if she were to ever hear that.

"Don't make it sound like I don't trust or love you, I think tonight has proved otherwise. The question is: do you love me?"

It stung. He didn't know if he could love her? Did her ever love her before? Would he ever be able to love her? After all they have been through, he can't say he loves her back? "I know we're the ******** good guys, don't give me that s**t," she spat back, rising out of bed. She picked up her bra off the ground and put it back on, covering the rest of herself with the sheet. To think that the night had gone from something special to something so awful so quickly.

"Goddamn it Damian, I saw what happened to Carter. I saw you and him in the hospital as you checked him in. You know I had the same injury that night? But you know what the difference is between what happened to me and what happened to Carter?" She paused. "I didn't have you."

"It was a ******** battle, we lost a lot of people that night," she continued on after another pause. "I don't feel good about everything that went down in those weeks, and I feel even worse about what happened that night. So stop painting me and the Court out to be some group of bloodthirsty whack jobs."

Devi's jaw dropped. What? Her body trembled. Was he really giving her an ultimatum? "Don't do this to me Damian. I love you, but I hate that you are putting me in this situation. You can't do this to me, that's not fair. That's not right." She started crying. Her throat felt dry and she felt ready to throw up at any second. She was livid. She was devastated. She didn't know how to respond. Her mind was racing, feeling shaken with fear. "How would you feel if I did the same to you? Huh? What if I made you decide: me or Carter? Me or the Pleiades?"

Heartbreak. It was something Devi had heard about, seen in the movies, but never actually experienced until this very moment. It was painful, emotionally wrenching. She wanted to fall to the floor, curl up in a ball and cry herself to death itself. She felt more vulnerable than ever. Her heart was ripped straight out of her chest, thrown to the ground and stomped on. She knew that it was over.

"I said how would it make you feel," she gasped for air, choking on her tears as she cried. She looked up at the ceiling, unable to bare looking at him. She was breathing heavily, and did her best to slow herself down. She needed to relax. "Not to pick."

She looked at him for a moment and turned away. She was through with it. She picked up her underwear and hurriedly got dressed. "But thank you. That really cleared it up for me. To be honest, I don't know what I would have picked. But you seem pretty damned sure. The difference here must be that I love - no, I loved you. I can't love you. You broke my heart. You a*****e."

She pulled up her jeans and tossed on her unbuttoned blouse as she stormed out of the bedroom, tears flowing down her face. She then turned back at him from the living room, shouting. "You ******** son of a b***h mother ******** c**k sucking c**t!" She was livid and didn't know how to react. "You ******** me. You ******** ******** me over. I let you do...that, and this is what you ******** turn around do?"

Devi eyed the remaining beers from the six-pack she had brought over and left on his counter. She grabbed a full bottle of beer and chucked it at the wall beside his door as she shouted, "******** you!" She grabbed another two ********." She tossed another bottle against the other half of the wall.

"You." And another bottle, this one aimed for Damian himself.

"Oh, ohohoho," she jumbled in disbelief. "This is all my ******** fault? You're right Damian. I am so sorry for ******** you. What the ******** was I thinking? I'm sorry that I ******** loved you, you son of a b***h." She tossed another bottle towards his feet. He was kicking her out? No ******** way. She deserved more than that. She grabbed another bottle by the neck and slammed the base of it against the counter, shattering it, leaving a half-broken bottle in her hands like a weapon. She brandished it towards him.

"Don't come near me," she hissed. "I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear from you, I don't want to hear that you are living. Ever again. Do you hear me, you a*****e? From this moment on, I don't give a s**t what happens to you. Hell, I wish you the worst. You are a ******** d**k, Damian. A real grade-A, bottom of the crap barrel, deadbeat shithead. Go ******** yourself." She tossed the remainder of the glass at him before storming out of the apartment, slamming his apartment door shut behind her.

Instantly, she fell to the floor in hysterics, tears flowing endlessly. She felt there was no looking up from this point forward. She lost the man she loved forever, and was left with nothing to show for it but pain. She could hardly breathe through her tears, her heart was pounding like it was going to burst and kill her. Hell, she'd welcome death over the way she felt as she cried, curled up in a ball on the pavement outside his apartment.

How could have this night gone so wrong?