It wasn’t enough.

Showing up to operations, coming when called, going above her energy collecting quotas. None of that mattered when someone wanted something more than you did. It didn’t matter when someone else was more loyal than you were. It didn’t matter when you weren’t careful enough- when you weren’t as sneaky or as quiet about your feelings as you thought. Other Agents out there knew, and someone had decided to make damn sure that the Corrupted Senshi of Acid never made friends with the White Moon again.

Cyllene stood still as the General circled her. It didn’t matter that their weapon wasn’t summoned when there were youma circling them as well. She could feel their eyes burning into her very soul, and it had her clenching at the black hole in her chest protectively. Her blue eyes darted around to glance at each and every one of them- the creatures that she was once fascinated with; the creatures that she once wanted to save. Her breath shook as she exhaled slowly, and her eyes finally settled upon the General as he stopped in front of her.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He questioned.

Cyllene shook her head slowly, and swallowed hard.

“Rumor has it that you’ve been a little too… Friendly with the other side. Do donuts mean anything to you, hm?”

Blue eyes widened as she stared at him. Her lip trembled and her hands lowered to nervously twist through her long blonde and blue hair.

A step was taken towards her, closing the distance between the two of them.

Cyllene’s breathing increased, her eyes never daring to shift away from his hardened gaze.

His hand darted up and into her chest, gripping the starseed that resided there. Cyllene gasped and didn’t dare to struggle against him, tears welling in her eyes. “Please….” She whispered hoarsely.

With a grin, the General shot tiny bursts of Chaos into her starseed, causing the Youma around them to get riled up and start making horrific noises of excitement- Not enough enough chaos to do any real damage (save for psychological, maybe), but enough to hurt, to have Cyllene crying out in an awful, goosebump-inducing scream.

“Let this be a reminder of where your loyalty lies, Senshi,” the General spat at her, sending one last burst of Chaotic energy into her starseed. “Next time, I’ll either feed you to the youma, or turn you into one of them.”

As the General pulled his hand out of her chest, Cyllene dropped to her knees clutching her chest and sobbing. Much like when Zinkenite had corrupted her, the Senshi found herself on the verge of vomiting.

She would either be loyal to the Negaverse, or she would die.

Loyalty was sounding awfully good right about now.

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