Daughter of Chaos
She was satisfied her mother, the White Queen, knew nothing of any way to draw more power from the Ginzuishou to destroy her mortal enemy, Beryl Ravensong.
If torture wouldn’t yield results, nothing would. She felt strangely relieved over this realization.
Still, a part of her wanted to protect her mother. She felt the guilt of her actions cutting into her heart like a fiery blade and shuddered involuntarily at the memory of her mother’s naked torso, the limp hair untied and covered in blood from the wounds upon her delicate back and shoulders. Queen Serenity's wrists red from the coarse ropes as she hung in a semi-conscious state between two crystal pillars that held her suspended like a trapped insect about to be consumed by a huge spider; the white gown she wore ruined.
(Mother was so helpless, I am sorry, so sorry…mother!)
Tears welled up in her eyes despite the rising tide of the Dark Kingdom like huge breakers seeking to claim the shores of her soul.
Soon her thoughts turned to other concerns. Ravensong was up to something, she knew it, and she could smell it. Then the thought of Kraken’s kind offer came to mind once again, and Dark Serenity smirked.
But mostly, in that moment, she had to know what was in Endymion’s heart. She had to be his keystone, the one point in his existence that meant everything to him. She would settle for nothing less than that. Kamis help him if he did not see her likewise. She was definitely not going to let that emerald-haired whore have him.
The Realization
She continued to pant as she pressed her back up against the cool stone of her bedroom wall, the cold marble felt so cool against her warm flesh as it seeped through her threadbare nightwear. She let out a long breath and closed her eyes.
Thankfully, the hideous creatures were long gone, but she couldn’t move. She dare not, for the vulnerability and essence of Serenity of the White Moon still held sway.
Her host, though retreating, left her feeling afraid. Then, all at once, the realization washed over her like a bowl of ice-cold water tossed into her face at dawn.
(Endymion hates me!)
Jealousy gripped her like an iron fist and she struggled to breathe as Dark Serenity’s mind rewound back to the events of earlier that evening. He had looked at her with eyes so filled with shock, rage and something else, love and grief and it forced a sob to emerge from a deeper place from within, a well of emotion she couldn’t reach and it burned her alive with its tumult as stinging tears fell from her eyes. She could not stop them falling.
She knew in that moment there was still a flicker of the White Princess’s heart beating within her ribcage. No matter what she did, she could not extinguish it, but she could perhaps use it to her advantage, or at least she could try. A wicked grin slowly danced its way over her full lips, blossoming into a cat-like smile.
Straightening, she brushed down her chemise, slipped on her robe, and left her bedchamber.
(I will win him yet!)
~*~
As she sat cross-legged within the Moon Temple, Dark Serenity closed her eyes, placing her hands upon her knees and listened to the silver flames crackling in the celestial fire pit. An image of Beryl Ravensong emerged, the redheaded wench was but a trivial matter when compared to the Lady of Time, Sailor Pluto. With that mere thought alone, she found herself drifting down the corridor in an etheric form. Dark Serenity moved effortlessly into the woman’s bedchamber. But she was not there. Yet, she could feel Setsuna's presence.
She stood in front of Endymion's bedchamber. Angered to find Setsuna pacing outside Endymion’s door, she clenched her small hands into fists.
(You wench, you whore, I shall no the secrets of your heart!)
She stood before the Senshi of Time. Touching her forehead, instantly gaining access to the woman’s thoughts, feelings, and yes, even her dreams and waking fantasies. She visited the images stored deep within Setsuna’s mind, her precious dreams, Dark Serenity, now reliving these in her own mind. She could see it all, the longing and the girl’s insipid desires and her lurid fantasies of Endymion, be these nocturnal or waking, she found them revolting.
In one such scenario, Setsuna was practically drooling over the Terran hunk. What, with her sultry wiles and revealing gowns that left little to the imagination, Setsuna's fantasies were graphic and raunchy for one so usually reserved. All lace and bronzed shoulders, breasts, and those long limbs she wielded like weapons as she drew him into her hungry depths, her hair fanning out behind her as she lay on her back calling out his name like a temple prostitute. This was the last straw and she struck the woman with no effect, the bitch’s blazing glamour a devastating force claiming the heart of the prince of Terra. She was determined to take him to her bed. Setsuna had him eating out of the palm of her hand during these nocturnal presentations.
The lovemaking in particular made her furious. Yes, the Ginzuishou showed her all this, and much more. She knew through White Serenity’s eyes that Setsuna would take him from her if she could and Serenity of the White Moon had sanctioned the union to spite her darker self. But she would not allow it, not while she had breath in her would she let that little snake steal Endymion away from her.
But soon the woman’s shoulders sagged. She was getting tired, combing her fingers through her sumptuous emerald locks. Setsuna sighed, blinked away a tear or two, turned on her heel and returned to her bedchamber.
(Yes, Lady Setsuna, your place is not with Endymion, he belongs to me!)
~*~
Endymion lay on the bed in a daze. He had adroitly dealt with Ravensong’s protestations concerning his polite decline of a walk in the palace gardens, and even if he accepted her offer, he was much too tired and needed to sleep and think.
The day’s events he’d found so overwhelming and confusing, there was just too much to take in all at once. He was left wondering why Sere had punished her mother, and then the change in her, the hair color, the clothing and the cut of that gown. Despite himself, he grinned at the thought of her generous cleavage. She was sultry and undeniably, womanly. But, she was not his Sere, she was becoming something and someone else, a pretty viper and her venom would poison his heart if he let her. Then, despite himself, the thought of Setsuna’s pretty eyes dazzled him, the look of warmth and genuine concern for his well-being quickly banished his thoughts of pealing away Sere’s revealing bodice and thoughts of cupping her breasts in his large palms and kissing her into a wanton stupor. But he only saw the passion in Setsuna’s expression and relived that desperate embrace and remembered her tears, Setsuna’s salty jeweled teardrops seemed more alluring than the sensual bounty offered by Dark Serenity. He found her words a great comfort.
As he slept he did not dream, but two hours later, he woke, the night calm and tranquil, and it surprised him. The youma gone, for the moment at least, he lay there feeling rested. Then his thoughts returned to the unbelievable events within the throne room. Sere, for the briefest of moments, had reverted to her old familiar sweet self; shocked at what she had done to her mother she needed him and he deserted her.
But hotheaded as he was, he had stormed out of the throne room leaving Sere crying out for him and heard her sobbing as he left the chamber.
~*~
He ate in silence as Ravensong gushed with feminine chatter and frankly, her over indulgent efforts to soothe and convince him that Sere was under the spell of a dark power beyond the moon was unnerving to say the least, but more so when it came from Beryl’s lips.
He was angry, too angry to realize she had not done this, but the Yami inside her had perpetrated this cruel violation upon the queen of the Moon Kingdom, not his Serenity.
(Oh, damn it, I am so confused!)
But despite his guilt, and the mixed feelings that vied for supremacy in his head, he had to accept that Sere was now a vessel of the Dark Kingdom and beyond his reach.
(Perhaps I could save her, but how! If I don’t think of something and fast, it could spell the end of everything . But if I lose her, could I, would I even want to love again)
He thought of Serenity as she had once been, her soft pink lips and golden hair cascading over her face and pouring over his bare chest, kissing him passionately, naked and warm above him. But Setsuna’s face appeared suddenly behind his closed eyelids, and he allowed himself the luxury of imagining what it would be like to kiss Setsuna’s sweet mouth, and run his hands through her silken locks and touch her bare shoulders and back, as she lay naked on top of him in bed. He imagined her looking at him thoughtfully as if deciding, should she, or shouldn’t she, and opting for the affirmative -- before kissing him senseless and he smiled, Sere’s face and eyes, replaced by the violet orbs of the Senshi of Time with those shimmering emerald tresses. He shook himself.
Dark Serenity stood glowering at Endymion as he lay there dozing, the images of Serenity as she once was and Setsuna on the bridge of the warship, and now the sexual intimacy Endymion had entertained in his waking fantasy. She had seen it all. She was furious.
(Had Pluto taken him to her bed? I knew it!)
She began to gather a pulsing sphere of dark light between her open palms. Serenity’s normally sweet face took on an almost reptilian visage as she moved from her position on the open balcony into the room and stood over Endymion.
(He loves her! She loves him, and all this time I thought I was his only love! More fool me! You want her, and want to betray me? Then, so be it! I shall punish you! How dare he!)
He stirred and opened his eyes; the dark sphere vanished. She found herself feeling a little unsettled by his gorgeous eyes that had yet to adjust to the light and hadn’t seen the dark orb forming in her hands. If he were to betray her, at least she would have the best of him before that ice queen from the frozen planet on the outer rim of the Terran System took him away from her.
Despite all she had seen, she knew that deep down, Endymion desired her and she would evoke those feelings once again in him as she untied her robe to reveal the soft lacy pink chemise and the graceful long legs and abundance of her body cradled in the sensual garment. She batted her eyelashes, coughed, and lowered her head.
“Sere? I see you’re back to yourself, I need to get you out of here, if-“
“Endy, I know, I want to come with you, but we cannot tonight. But after midnight we could,” she moved closer to the bed, “I want so to be with you, to feel your arms around me again, I am so afraid!”
She licked her lips as she took in his handsome countenance. She knew he was breathing her in and struggling to resist her, but she grew excited by his efforts -- futile, though these might have been -- to maintain control. She giggled, and untied the pink ribbon that held within the lacy garment’s confines, the promise of her ripe and hot body as her chemise fell to the floor in a pool at her feet and she stepped towards him, placing a knee upon the bed offering him a taut silken thigh. As she reached for her odangos to untie these, he ran his hand up her thigh and lightly stroked the golden hair crowning her womanhood.
Dark Serenity sighed with the pleasure of his touch. He sat up and drew her onto his lap, his hardness slipping between her thighs as she tensed her leg muscles and clamped her thighs together, making him groan with the sensation.
His hands, of their own accord wandered over her sculpted body. He kissed her smooth back. His fingers kneading the skin and musculature of her neck and shoulders to her spinal column, the silky skin and exquisite figure, the softness of her breasts as he squeezed them and pinched her nipples into prominence. She was everything he had hoped for and more.
He massaged her scalp and moved to her lower back as she stimulated his manhood to its zenith.
Endymion stroked her dark locks and the soft skin of her gentle face, turning her slightly so he could kiss her. Her mouth opened, her tongue danced with his and the kiss deepened as they lost control.
He then rolled her onto the bed, and ran kisses all over her body, adorning her legs, inner thighs, and her fertile garden with his lips, gently probing her floral gates until she could take no more.
He entered her slowly, and as she shouted out his name, the blood, sweat and nectar of their loving had signified the breaking of her virginity. She smiled in satisfaction as he caressed her face, whispered endearments, kissed her eyelids and suckled upon her bottom lip.
She jerked her hips and began to thrust and he plunged deeper into her moisten cleft as she locked her legs around his lean body, crossing her ankles. Soon, he was completely inside her, moving rhythmically. He cried out, calling out her name, sweat pouring off his brow as he gasped for air at the highpoint of their exaltations. She was relentless and he couldn’t get enough of her.
~*~
Afterwards, they lay there quiet. She rolled onto her stomach beside him, and handed him a goblet of wine. Sipping her own, she smiled at her lover.
“Endy, I have a confession to make,” she purred.
“Hmmm?”
“I am a naughty girl, I know, I also have to let you know I had an ulterior motive for seducing you, my love, that little minx, Setsuna may have your heart now, but I will be the last thing you will ever see! Yes, I do love you, but-“ she smiled, kissing his nose as the sedative did its work. Raising her hands, thorn-laden vines, like spidery tendrils shot from her open palms imprisoning him on the bed.
“Sere…what are you-“
“Endy, I’m sorry, but you must pay for your mistakes…never betray me!”
She blinded him with dark lightning. She had won the day and had taken the man she wanted to her bed. But she hadn’t the heart to kill him. Instead, she thought of something far more appropriate. She would punish both Setsuna and her lover by banishing them to Terra and never allow either of them to set foot on the moon ever again. He, the once and future ruler of Terra, a blinded shadow of his former self. Forced to use his bare hands to toil the fields and plant the crops for their family.
Parallel worlds
The nervous servant girl, Sámi placed the tiara on her sovereign’s head. Dark Serenity smiled thoughtfully. She nodded and turned away from the mirror and stared at the trembling dark haired girl and sneered contemptuously.
“You silly child, be gone, you don’t even have the capacity to hold your own water. Go quickly and tend to your needs before I have you flogged!” she snarled, and broke into uproarious laughter, before she spun around and strode onto the spacious balcony. She needed some air.
Sámi gasped. The White princess was gone.
(Now we have to serve this,( replacement!)
She felt as if she were dreaming. Sámi hoped somebody would soon wake her from this awful nightmare, they all felt this way. The staff of the moon palace was still in a state of shock. Ravensong defeated, yes, but in her stead, this cruel woman-child had replaced the former sweet princess of the White Moon. It was tragic and bode poorly for the people and the Silver alliance.
“Be gone, and prepare breakfast child. I have things I must attend to today and these things won’t wait!” Dark Serenity giggled, and dismissed the girl and she scurried off.
