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Leto knew nothing of sanity or love anymore. Hatred, however, was something that she embraced. She was living, breathing Chaos and she very happily made that known to everyone around her.

Tonight was one of the nights were she had abandoned MirrorSpace and her Negaverse counter-part. A night in which she would hunt down every Order power signature in her wake because she didn't give a s**t about corrupting. In front of other people, she put up a front. She would bring over as many as she could into the Dark Mirror Court. But alone? Leto didn't need to pretend that there would be any salvation for the Dark Mirror Court. She knew very well that Ares would never come back for them. She knew that they would all die here on Earth when the Negaverse finally got tired of them.

And without Persephone around to play Dark Mirror, Negaverse, or Death? Leto was only out to seek one of those three options for Order. Stepping out of a mirror in a shitty, rundown, dark alley, the Eternal Senshi immediately felt the power signature of an Eternal Senshi of the White Moon. She snarled and pushed through the backdoor of the club, hit in the face with the awful, thick stench of alcohol and sex. She cringed slightly before stomping over towards where Castor sat reclined in his booth. Picking up a metal tray that lay discarded on the table next to him, she swung at his face.

"Piece of s**t Order ********," she spat at him as she swung with all of her strength.

Leto threw the tray aside after the clang rang through the air and her face was very soon met with a bottle of liquor. The glass hit her cheekbone, which she knew all too well would bruise quickly, then dropped to the ground and shattered at her feet. As Castor moved through the club towards the bar, Leto stalked after him.

A grin split upon her lips as she approached, placing both hands on the bar's counter and staring castor down. "Believe you me, your opinion on the way I look is the last of my concerns. All that matters is that I wring your god damn neck and rid this awful planet of one more Order Senshi before the Negaverse decides they're done playing with all of us."

Her fingers danced along the bartop as she shifted slightly to reach for a weapon herself. Because magic was limited, and sharp pointy things? Those not so much. She grabbed a bottle by it's neck and smashed it off of the side of the bar before hopping over the counter and brandishing her new-found weapon at the Senshi of Hail.