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Having been summoned into Negaspace, his lot was now to walk himself down to a specific room in the Rift. To be sure, there was no Rift in St. Petersburg. Melanite wasn't positive on the state of Rift-having by other branches, but he had been swiftly inducted into the traditions of his Negaverse home branch. To be honest, he strongly suspected that, like many other things he'd seen in Destiny City, the Rift was a purely local phenomenon.

The Hall of Shadows barely phased him as he followed General Alkaid's directions through the city. Youma skittered from shadow to shadow at his presence--or in some cases, initiated awkward staring contests from on top of shattered buildings. They, more than anything, were frightening. Knowing that once they'd been human, and that it was possible for him to become one of those... "Zabludit'sya," he muttered at one that came to close, kicking it away gently.

He hurried up the steps as instructed, and then stopped an appropriate distance away from the (still very beautiful) General. "General Alkaid," he said, producing the orb of energy stolen from Megiddo in one hand. He'd taken advantage of her stunned state to drain enough to meet his quota for the week--and so what if she lost enough of her life energy to take a decade from her life? He didn't know her. He didn't care for her. She had nearly killed him for the high crime of existing. His debt to her consisted of, to use one of his favorite American phrases, jack s**t and ******** all.

It was only fair he improve his standing enough to return to slacking off when not ardently choosing to victimize only the White Moon. And maybe a few Dark Mirror senshi, but he'd never met one, so who knew?

Melanite offered the orb to the General, unsure--for once--whether he ought to approach or remain where he was.