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The knowledge that they'd taken a Dark Moon senshi was difficult to digest. It put him in a very terrible bind, given his current treaty with the Leto, and, given the woman's reluctant to their accord, he was stuck. A rock and a hard place didn't even cover the gamut of problems Castor was potentially facing.

He needed the alliance with Leto if things were to proceed. He also needed to maintain the image he'd crafted among the senshi. Brutal, violent, and possibly insane.

God damn just- who had been the moron to take a DMC hostage?

A deep breath Castor had to walk a thin line, and he knew that. Still, he hoped Leto would be as understanding.
Knocking on the door he figured it was only polite to give warning.
"I hear we have a dark moon in our ******** him, she was an eternal at that.

"Quite an unfortunate mess you've gotten yourself into. Care to explain how you got yourself involved with this little operation?" Step one; Talking it out.

Shutting the door behind him, he made sure to lock it before looking back at her, schooling his face to only allow a small twitch of his mouth upturn at her claim that this was a new low.

"Ah, well, You must be young then. This is not the first time senshi have taken prisoners.- Or, did no one inform you of what your entire faction was founded upon?"

Somewhat ironic all things considered. What would Ares do, to see her own brought so low?

"Don't act though like this is new. This a method that has been preformed countless times upon us senshi, even upon your own by the negaverse. You however-" He gave a shrug. "You are the first, and only, of the dark moon to be taken by order. Not my personal choice, and unfortunately, a problematic one. I have a feeling it was unintentional, though I can assure you, my treaty with Leto was that I wouldn't not seek out harm for your ilk. So you can understand how now, faced with your captivity you've put me into a delicate position."

He walked up to her, reaching out to grasp her jaw, make her look at him.
"Unfortunate as the circumstances are I made it clear to Leto. If one of her people stood in my way, I could not guarantee their safety. And your presence here threatens certain things I have been working towards for a long time."

Letting go he removed his gloves.
"Anything you'd like to say before we begin?"

Castor said he had standards. He said he preferred one thing over the other.

It was true, but he also knew that sometimes, pride had to be forsaken for the sake of progress.

He backhanded her.
"You lack manners. I will be blunt with you. The only thing stopping me from slitting your throat is that treaty with Leto and the fact that I have sworn I wouldn't kill the captives. Someone else desires that privilege. That being said, you are in sore need of lessons in what it means to be senshi. One, not all senshi follow the dead b***h Serenity."

Walking over to a table, he noted a few of the provided tools, picking up a pair of tweezers that had been filed into points. This was hardly going to be enjoyable. Setting the tool back down he walked over to her and with somewhat alarming tenderness, began to undo her ornate hair.

"I could violate you. I could commit war crimes upon your body and you would have no way to hunt me down, no way to stop me. No way know if I ever am truly, completely dead, if those who call themselves my allies would not hunt you down should you seek vengeance should you survive."

"Your second lesson." His hand ran to her neck, tilting her head back. "Know your place, and those who's very existence are the only thing that keeps you alive."
Bending to whispers in her ear, he was to be the devil, a ultimate creature to hate and loathe.
"The only thing stopping me from simple doing as I please." Pulling back he looked at her again, impassive.
"You're better like this, hair down. It suits you."

dis where it begins @ physical

He sighed, long and slow.

He had made in attempt. "So you went to chaos, willing, because you were too much a coward to fight idiots within order. And out of chaos you went to the dark mirrors, a group, founded in blood. On torture.The BMC, Blood Moon Court. Pathetic."

Contempt was an easy enough tone to mimic, to grant to his voice and expression.

"If you sincerely think I follow a dead queen, you've not been keeping up with the news." He smiled as grim and as dark as he could, letting his form surround him in cold as for a moment, he chose to show himself as a royal.
"I am Prince Castor, of my own empire, and I bow to no corpse of a rotting and decayed kingdom." Reaching up, he broke one of the crystal leafs of his laurels and twirled it in his fingers.

Slowly, delicately, he reached down grabbing her right hand before looking back at her.
"And in war, there are no rules." With a simple precision, he slashed the tendons between her thumb and pointer finger face contorting at the sudden blood and flesh.

"The worst part in all this little dark moon, is that when I am done, you will be alive, but your pain will not be over. Not by a long shot."

He looked at her, eye withdrawn, scanning her and seeking small changes, cracks perhaps in the armor.
"An you are under the illusion that the negaverse, that chaos, is any better?" He flicked the blood that had gotten on his hand back to her face.
"Once upon a time, they boasted how harmoniously and supportive they were. Yet you know what they did? The second one of their own had the audacity to question, the gall to fall in love? They tortured her. They broke her bones, tormented her day in and out and threatened her home, her mother and father, her friends, her school- They ended up killing her mother. Her mother and her unborn sister."

He was glossing over the truth, but that was not too far off the mark.
"You chose the dark mirrors- Those who rose based on the ideals that we senshi were not doing enough to fight. That we had been victims long enough- hunted down like dogs and taken captive time and time again. Forced to obey a queen, and creature we despised through corruption. The dark mirror court was born of the blood moon- a group that earned their name. A group that treated the negaverse as they had treated us for years you ignorant child."

He broke of another shard. Holding it in front of her face and then dragging it down her cheek, careful not to cut her.
"I killed them. They knew exactly what they were doing when I found them. Beating a woman so badly she couldn't breathe. Reaching into her body as she couldn't scream, ripping out her stardseed just to crush it. Laughing as they kicked her dead body."

He shoved the shard into her other hand, twisting it viciously.
"I killed monsters masquerading as mortal men. Another lesson. Monsters cannibalize. Monsters enjoy what they do." He pulled the shard away and out of her flesh.
"I take no joy, no pleasure in this."

There was something like pity in his eyes, a long forgotten memory- a thing that could have been.
"Nehelenia." He repeated her name as he reached up, shaking Mintaka's head to keep her alert focused.
"THAT was your queen's name. Ask Leto and Remarque. Ask Ares. She was, is the queen that would have ruled your court. Would, had she not died by the hand of the negaverse. Would, had Ares not turned to Chaos following the loss of her queen in a gambit for power to return to her world and universe."

Liar- How many times had he'd been called that, just for telling them truths, for telling them their own histories, however unpleasant.

Too many times.

"Enjoyment would be me seeing you armed in battle, facing me as an equal as I cut you down in a fair fight. But that isn't in my ability. Even I must keep my appearances. Even I have to make concessions if I am to maintain some measure of control in the broken hell pit that calls itself Destiny City." He spat looking at her.
"Your wounds will heal. They're deep but they won't scar. It hurts now, but that pain will drive you to fight. The problem is this- You're fighting the wrong enemy."

He held up the bloody shard.
"The negaverse will kill the dark moon in time. All senshi are invaders to them. It doesn't matter that you share the bond of Chaos. Ask your superiors, ask their own. You at your core are a senshi. A being tied to a world in the universe. A being that should not be of earth. That is why I made a treaty with Leto. Because despite our sides, we share a common goal- To return to our homelands. To restore what has been lost to us. Even she isn't blind to what the negaverse will do once they have eliminated 'order'. Chaos cannibalizes itself."

He shoved the shard suddenly into her upper thigh.
"Bear it, focus on the dull throb, not the burn. You will survive. In pain, in agony. The memory of it will make you stronger. It will give you fuel when nothing else will." He left the shard embeded into her flesh.

"I do this because if I do not, they'll question my loyalties. They'll question why I would not harm. Leto will be contacted." He sighed.
"And whoever your Auro is- with luck, you will be seeing them soon enough."

The look he gave her was patient.
"Food for thought though before we continue or end this pointless charade. I was the one who purified Persephone so she might be re-corrupted to be with her beloved Leto. I did it, knowing what would happen. Because it was better she be with the one she loved, than be controlled by someone who could force her at any moment to kill the woman she loved."

"Broken- but with the one she loves. Broken, but by her choice- to protect the one she loves. The pain she carries is her's and her's alone. That was her choice, and it wasn't mine to question it."

He left the shard in her thigh. As he moved away shoulders sagging. "You proved insightful in a very... unfortunate way. Do your best to stay conscious. Hopefully, Leto and others will be arriving for you shortly." Standing he moved to the door.

"Any parting words of hate for me Dark Mirror?"