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Sometimes, it was nice to simply be. Radiating power had all but ceased to matter to Castor more often than not, wanting to challenge anyone who had the balls to actually come after him. Thus far, he'd only lured the curious a few c**k sure agents- who he had dealt with as one might have expected. Yet remaining in royal was an annoyance, if only because it made it easier for people to track his movements and his usual locations- meaning he had to move around a lot more than he would have liked. Hence, just a short while in his form before clamping down on his own self and resuming his eternal form.

A flicker of corruption not too far off was just another annoyance to him, feeling already that after chasing off a curious dark senshi, he was not wanting to play nice and just let someone walk off. Plus, he'd already stayed out later than intended.

"Alright, let's just get this over with." He called to the darkness. "Come out, if we're going to fight, we might has well get it over with correct?" With a taurn he felt something catch in his throat. One of an old enemy, yet alive and well. What were the odds?
"Or did you want to draw is out- Serandite right?"

Well damn, it was her and- oh she'd not seen him in a long while hadn't she? A slow grin made its way across his mouth, the small joy in knowing that some old enemies hadn't forgotten him, even if back then he'd been less than mature.

"Sorry gumdrop, it's all Castor, an official royal pain in the a**. Though, if your fake queen had lived, I doubt she'd find me suiting my new title. Usurpers often hate the real deal you know." Beryl was dead, and Castor would never tire of that fact being real.

His hands folded behind him, watching her from afar as he walked a bit closer. If she wasn't going to fight him fair enough, but he'd make no such promises or claims. "Yes actually. Quite of few of them think they might overwhelm me, surprise me, you know- the average tactics." He shrugged. "The day I die is the day I crush my own starseed, but, seeing as I have no plans to let chaos go unchecked..." His smile was wide.
"I plan to living as long as possible, an eternal thorn in the side of chaos... if you'll pardon my pun."

Castor kept moving, eyes half on her, half on her puppet. He knew what was hidden in her tricks rather well and didn't look to get caught in them again.
"Oh, they've tried." He smiled at her, all wicked grace and charm that befit a b*****d for a prince.
"And they paid the price for that mistake in ways I am sure someone in your position can understand. After all, tolerating traitors hasn't been a very big thing among your side has it?" He'd killed senshi who'd defied him and chosen to go against him. One's who stood in his direct path. Always a last resort, yet an inevitability. So far, few had directly attempted to remove him, and he'd admit, it was likely they knew he was better alive and unchained than dead or locked away, willing to retaliate.

"As for infighting, that is the unfortunate fault of their idiotic idealisms." Castor didn't hide his disgust or his disapproval. "They're fools and morons, who think purification is salvation. That you and yours are simply lost little lambs led astray by honeyed lies and falsehoods." He motioned to her. She was a prime example to him of just what kind of monsters chaos created.
"I've seen past the charm and deception. I remember the feeling of your queen's gaze stripping me down by her will until I realized how insignificant I was. The horror of being slowly dragged to what would have been my death at the hands of a general king- one that actually struck fear into your pathetic ranks."

He tipped his head towards her. "I feared them, and in a way I could respect them. Now? Now you have fools, who can't even kill to save their own skins. I'm broken necks and twisted arms until I've seen bone and sinew. Yet still they failed to take me seriously. Gore and blood on my hands, yet they trembled like idiots facing their own mortality for the first time. They would rather flee than fight someone. Your forces are nothing more than a force made of cowards." Castor shook his head.
"For all the damage and death your side causes, the majority of your forces are weak. I've risen to power on blood and sacrifice. I've grown to understand the depths of this war and yet for all the negaverse so loves to tote it's authority? You're a dying breed Serandrite. Your ranks are thinning, your officers weakening. Eventually the void of power will need to be filled or-" He winked.
"You'll simply crumble when faced with a true opposition."