This was not the first time Usagi has appeared here. The first was over a thousand years ago when I called to her. However, before she reached me she was snatched back, taken by the Queen of light and all things pure. The Queen did not last long though as I took her instead. Took her from the light, her kingdom and most importantly her daughter.

Usagi opened her eyes and squinted into the darkness, looking for any flicker of life. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer, yawned and stood up and began to feel around. Soon afterwards she felt something. It was soft and warm, and she wanted to wrap her arms around it in this cold, cold darkness. She moved her hand up further just as whatever it was coughed. Usagi jumped out of her skin and fell backwards, toppling back to the hard floor.
"Who is it?" She gained her composure and squinted again to try and see the figure she had been touching. A few minutes passed without response. "Hello?"
A tapping sounded on the floor, which Usagi now realised was tile, as the room began to take on light. The noise stopped when the figure finally reached her. It was Death, and this was not the first time they had met. Death was not a male nor a female but took on many forms. This time it was wearing a silky white dress that flowed down past its knees and rumpled on the dirty, blood-stained floor. The rest of Death was changing, moulding into other forms and never once staying as one. The faces it took on where those of souls it had captured. Some were beautiful, some were not, some were old and some young. However, all had one thing in common. They all held terror in their eyes.
Usagi quickly got to her feet and turned to run but before she could get far Death had her neck in its hand.
"Now, now little bunny." The grip loosened, "There's nothing to be afraid of. After all you are already dead so what else can I do?"
The panic in Usagi subsided a little knowing that the pain was only minor and would do no harm. For now at least. Death would not let her go without having its fun first.
This must be its new playhouse, Usagi thought as she took in her surroundings. The room was covered in blotches of brown-red, obviously not paint, and contained no windows. However, light managed to brighten the room and leak from the walls as if the blood on them refused to be trapped in the darkness. A dark wooden door stood to the left of her and she could see shadows pace from left to right below it. She flinched, looked back and stared Death in the eyes.
Death was a cruel being who liked playing with its victims before destroying them completely. Once, Usagi was nearly entombed in this hell but was saved at the last minute by her mother who had come and traded places.
"So I'm dead once more." Usagi knew what had happened. She knew that she was dead, and she knew that this was not going to be the last time. Sailor crystals are always reborn.
Death let her loose and spun on its heels. "By the looks you are giving me I am going to assume you like my new pen, yes?"
This time Usagi was smart enough to know not to answer any of her questions. They were what gave Death its strength and detached a crystal from its body before forever joining it to death. Even if not for long, a Sailor Crystal was not safe from the binds of afterlife.
"Let's just get this over and done with shall we?" Usagi stood firm and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yes." Death took hold of her arms and moved them aside. "Let's."

The shadows huddled close to the door, hoping to hear what was happening inside. It was not long before the screams started. They giggled and cheered as the sound escalated and became more hoarse. Soon after a red liquid seeped under the door and drenched the shadow's feet. One leaned down and dipped its finger in the puddle. It brought its hand back up to its lips and licked it off, taking delight in another's pain.

Death's low pitched feminine laughter echoed around the castle that was its hell. "I wait for you yet again, Light." The laughter continued and drowned out the afterlife, bringing pins and needles and shivers to every being unfortunate enough to be contained within it.