"STENCH"
By: Honeykiss
Disclaimer- Sailor Moon belongs to the wonderful and talented Takeuchi Naoko. Any unfamiliar characters that are not used in the series/manga are made up and belong to me. However, if they do seem to resemble any copyrighted characters from other sources it is purely coincidental.
Warning- Violence, Language, Sexual Situations, Yaoi, Yuri, Rape
A:N// I'd like to begin by saying thanks for reading my fanfic. I LOOOOOOOOOOVE Sailor Moon, and I've always wanted to write a dark, twisted fanfic revolving around the Bishojo Senshi known as "Sera Mun". If you have questions, comments, or concerns I'd love to hear about them, so if you have the chance, please write a review. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! :)
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Prologue: Stench
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Death.
It's foul stench clung to the vapors in the air like the flies that hovered above the damned. There were thousands. No, millions crowding the streets of Crystal Tokyo, hollowed and empty as the maggots wrung and writhed in their decay.
There were no signs of life.
Only silence.
It was a premonition Tomoe Hotaru had seen many times over. Standing upon a cliff that watched over the city stood the senshi of destruction. Her slender, gloved fingers gripped the staff of her blade tightly. The staff shook frenetically within her grasp, her irrepressible rage and sorrow wracking her body as she stood helpless above the forsaken city.
"No..." Saturn inaudibly whispered, hot tears trailing down her pale cheek. The murky air blew her short, black hair wildly about her shoulders. She fell to her knees with a loud thud against the dirt, her staff falling to the ground beside her.
She was in complete and utter shock. Her body felt numb and heavy. A sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed her and she quickly turned her head. The noxious liquid seemed to spew from her lips over and over as her stomach wrenched forward. She dug her fingers into the dirt, clinging to anything that would support her as she felt her insides landing in pools underneath her.
She coughed as the last bit of her sickness left her. Her eyelids felt heavy and her body felt weak as she fell onto her back beside her pile of vomit. Her listless eyes came to rest on the night sky above her. She stared up at it not particularly fixating on anything.
She felt nothing at this moment.
There were no thoughts in her head. No comments or concerns. Just the overwhelming fatigue clouding her senses.
Everything went dark.