This was originally a story for a different fandom, but the character it was about was in a story that my friend hadn't posted yet, so I took it down and changed it. Now it's about Usagi. She's totally out of character, but I thought it'd be fun to see her as this evil person. (if this has been done before, please let me down gently. I never read Sailor Moon fanfiction so I wouldn't know) The songs are by Cradle of Filth, off the album "Cruelty and the Beast".
PRELUDE: Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
Thunder crashed. Lightning illuminated the castle walls for an instant before blackness draped the scene once more. Candles flickered inside.
Usagi laughed softly, dagger in hand. "Fool… I thought you knew better. If Sailor Galaxia couldn't defeat me, how could you even hope to? Or maybe this is classified as suicide."
A quick motion of the hand, and Ami was through the window, noose catching her on the way down, viscera falling out where Usagi had slashed her midsection. Lightning flashed again, the light catching her as ravens flew to the carnage.
"I always thought Hermione was smarter than that." Usagi shook her head pityingly. "To avenge the Senshi. Honour…what a misguided concept."
She walked out of the room, leaving the ravens to their feast, and returned to the ballroom.
"Maleficient in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts
Like blood upon the snow
A tourniquet of Topaz
Glistened at Her throat
Awakening, pulled from the tomb
Her spirit freed, eclipsed the Moon
That She outshone as a fallen star
A regal ornament from a far-flung nebular"
Heads turned as she entered. Usagi was a vision, her long, straight, bright golden hair, let down out of the odangos for once, cascading over elegant crimson satin. She had thrown this gala in celebration of the death of Sailor Galaxia. A select few of the multitudes that thronged the room knew that it had been she herself that had killed her, ending her reign of terror. Those same few knew that a second reign was about to begin – her own. She smiled, inciting a faint unease from those not enamoured of her gaze. She noticed Asanuma – disguised, of course, he being one of the few who knew her secret – slip quietly from the room. She let him go. He wouldn't get far, although he might not fall to the embrace of Death as quickly as Ami had. He might have some use… Usagi laughed inwardly; a cold, merciless laughter to freeze the heart. She chattered aimlessly for a bit, a perfect mask of gaiety and lightheartedness. Now that the shadow of terror that was Galaxia was gone, the world rejoiced to the fullest, even moreso than at the time of the Silver Millenium, now dead.
Usagi stole from the ballroom yet again. She traversed the castle's many corridors in pursuit of Asanuma, the last of the Senshis' closest friends.
"Through Her torchlit shadow
Thrown upon damp cellar walls
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled"
CHAPTER ONE : Beneath the Howling Stars
"Usagi, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet"
Usagi espied a glimpse of flame-red hair before her. Asanuma. What a pathetic guise he had adopted.
"Usagi." The name spat, laced with venom. He looked into her eyes and nearly fell. Usagi saw this, and was amused.
"Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
She will outblind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall
For beauty is always Cruel…"
"Hello, Asanuma. You've seen Ami?" Michelle's voice entranced.
A flash of fear and foreboding in the depths of Asanuma's eyes.
"You haven't. We will fix that…" Usagi's pale hands twined through the air in an intricate little motion. Asanuma's eyes followed the scarlet nails.
A mirror took shape. Asanuma looked into his reflection in the mist. Usagi's lips curved faintly upwards as his eyes grew wide with horror. He tore his stare away and lunged wildly at Usagi. He managed to tear her dress before she blasted him into the wall. She walked over and checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive.
"Good…" Usagi carried Asanuma to the farthest reaches of the dungeons. Various instruments creaked around her, interspersed with the sounds of bodies in torment. The shrieks and howls of the damned sounded as an ever-present chorus in the background. Asanuma joined their ranks as Usagi shackled his arm to a wall, not yet screaming in throes of agony, but soon to become yet another voice in the chorus. Usagi left him, and went upstairs. Her temper rose as she thought of the rip in her dress.
"Melissa!" Her voice brought a servant girl running.
"As the dance ensued
Usagi's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm when the needle askewed
She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through"
Usagi felt her calm return as she breathed in the scent of blood. The girl breathed shallowly, the life draining out of her quickly with the blood from her wrists. Stepping carefully over her so as not to stain her newly mended dress, Usagi walked back to the ball.
"Restored to jaded bliss
This evisceratrix
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon Her lips
Passing like a comet so white
As to eclipse
The waltz wound down, transfixed
Devoid of all breath in the air
Even Death paled to compare
To the taint of Her splendour
So rare and engendered
'Pon the awed throng gathered
There…"
Usagi danced divinely, attracting gazes of wonder. She exchanged trivial whispers with her partners, whilst ever in the back of her head she calculated battle plans with ruthless logic. Occasionally she thought of Asanuma in the dungeons, and smiled unknowingly as she fantasized her nightly flights of torturies. A smile was all it took to enslave the men in the room to her whims. One smile, and she had control. She projected an aura that not even a veela could match. Her particular combination of beauty and coldness served her well in her quests for control. Ultimately, what mattered was power. Usagi was in love with power. The power to rule, and to end life. To make others feel pain. Control… She waltzed past the stares, lost in thoughts.
"Whilst envy glanced daggers
From court maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
Usagi bewitches
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count
Whose reddened lips She holds fast"
She surveyed everyone in the room, filing information away for later use. Who might be useful…who might have to be sent to her dungeons. Mamoru walked over. She took his hand, and they danced.
The last note hung quivering in the air.
Usagi smiled.
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``Lithium``