Sailor Spawn
Prologue
NOTE: I don't own Spawn or Sailor Moon or anything else about this fan fiction. Also, this fanfic takes place shortly before Spawn kills Clown/Violator and right after the saga where the Sailor Scouts defeat Dr. Tomo and go through the pure heart crisis. So Hotaru is still a little baby and Reinie is still staying in the past/present with the other Scouts. Also, I apologize for any misspellings before hand and please forgive any inaccuracies I might back. Remember, it is an alternate reality side story sorta thing.
Malachite flinches in pain as he feels his own energy blade, deflected back at him by Sailor Moon, pierce his flesh. He cries out and finally shouts. "I'm coming Zoisite! Can you hear me, Zoisite!" As his body finally fades away. To all outward appearances to Sailor Moon, it would appear her foe has finally been vanquished. Afterward, she heals her true love, Darien Shields, and destroyed Queen Beryl. As for Malachite……… "I……I am defeated? But how can this be? How is it I am still self aware and am still able to talk?" He questioned to himself aloud. He looked around to survey his surroundings and found them not to his liking.
He saw fire and brimstone all about him, complete with twisted other worldly creatures. Malachite originated from the Negaverse, obviously, but even that paled in comparison to the horrors he beheld in this new realm, which was filled with unspeakable pain and torture. "Is this where I am to spend my eternity?!" He shouted out in horror. Suddenly, he heard a voice that seemed to speak to him from all around him. "THIS is the bargain! If you lead my army, you can return and take revenge!" To Malachite, there was no choice at all. He could either agree to lead whatever army the mysterious voice spoke, which didn't seem like too bad a roll, and in exchange return and take revenge on Sailor Moon OR he could refuse and spend his eternity here.
He eagerly nodded and jumped at the offer, "YES! YES, I WILL LEAD YOUR ARMY!" he shouted as the voice then replied "Good. NOW GO!" The next few moments didn't fully register in Malachite's mind, but before he knew it, he was in a very different place, dressed in a very different uniform. It was late in the afternoon, the sun beginning to set. Malachite looked down at himself and then into a nearby puddle of water in the dark alley he seemed to have been resurrected in. He saw that he wore a uniform of a black and red color scheme, with touches of white here and there. Even more apparent was his huge dark red cape and large collar.
Upon gazing into the puddle, Malachite became aware that he wore a mask of some sort, with white symbols around his eyes. And his eyes, they were green and pupil less, and they gave off an eerie green glow. Even more frightening to him….was that he apparently had no memory of his past, or a very fuzzy one at that. Just bits and peaces, fragments in his mind. He did know one thing though. He was here to get revenge, but on who? While still staring into the puddle at himself, he decided to remove his mask. "Maybe this will help me remember who I am." He thought to himself.
He gasped and recoiled in horror at what he saw once he removed his mask. A grossly disfigured image of a man's face, completely impassable for human. He dawned his mask to hide his grotesque figure. For some reason, not just out of anger for his face, he was filled with a deep rage. He had been ever since he arrived in the deserted alley. He had to go take his anger and frustration out, though he didn't know what he was angry of frustrated about exactly, and it wasn't just his appearance or lack of memory.
He stood up and cracked his knuckles, eager to go cause some destruction, when he felt a hand be placed in his shoulder to keep him from going any further. "Not so fast, pally boy." He turned around to see the obese figure of a man with red eyes and what seemed to be blue paint on his face. "The boss has too many plans for you to go and be causin' trouble now. Just wait till the sun goes down." "Who are you?" questioned Malachite, "Clown. Clown's the name. Now just sit tight for now." He smirked devilishly. Malachite became enraged. He wanted death and destruction and he wanted it NOW!
Prologue
NOTE: I don't own Spawn or Sailor Moon or anything else about this fan fiction. Also, this fanfic takes place shortly before Spawn kills Clown/Violator and right after the saga where the Sailor Scouts defeat Dr. Tomo and go through the pure heart crisis. So Hotaru is still a little baby and Reinie is still staying in the past/present with the other Scouts. Also, I apologize for any misspellings before hand and please forgive any inaccuracies I might back. Remember, it is an alternate reality side story sorta thing.
Malachite flinches in pain as he feels his own energy blade, deflected back at him by Sailor Moon, pierce his flesh. He cries out and finally shouts. "I'm coming Zoisite! Can you hear me, Zoisite!" As his body finally fades away. To all outward appearances to Sailor Moon, it would appear her foe has finally been vanquished. Afterward, she heals her true love, Darien Shields, and destroyed Queen Beryl. As for Malachite……… "I……I am defeated? But how can this be? How is it I am still self aware and am still able to talk?" He questioned to himself aloud. He looked around to survey his surroundings and found them not to his liking.
He saw fire and brimstone all about him, complete with twisted other worldly creatures. Malachite originated from the Negaverse, obviously, but even that paled in comparison to the horrors he beheld in this new realm, which was filled with unspeakable pain and torture. "Is this where I am to spend my eternity?!" He shouted out in horror. Suddenly, he heard a voice that seemed to speak to him from all around him. "THIS is the bargain! If you lead my army, you can return and take revenge!" To Malachite, there was no choice at all. He could either agree to lead whatever army the mysterious voice spoke, which didn't seem like too bad a roll, and in exchange return and take revenge on Sailor Moon OR he could refuse and spend his eternity here.
He eagerly nodded and jumped at the offer, "YES! YES, I WILL LEAD YOUR ARMY!" he shouted as the voice then replied "Good. NOW GO!" The next few moments didn't fully register in Malachite's mind, but before he knew it, he was in a very different place, dressed in a very different uniform. It was late in the afternoon, the sun beginning to set. Malachite looked down at himself and then into a nearby puddle of water in the dark alley he seemed to have been resurrected in. He saw that he wore a uniform of a black and red color scheme, with touches of white here and there. Even more apparent was his huge dark red cape and large collar.
Upon gazing into the puddle, Malachite became aware that he wore a mask of some sort, with white symbols around his eyes. And his eyes, they were green and pupil less, and they gave off an eerie green glow. Even more frightening to him….was that he apparently had no memory of his past, or a very fuzzy one at that. Just bits and peaces, fragments in his mind. He did know one thing though. He was here to get revenge, but on who? While still staring into the puddle at himself, he decided to remove his mask. "Maybe this will help me remember who I am." He thought to himself.
He gasped and recoiled in horror at what he saw once he removed his mask. A grossly disfigured image of a man's face, completely impassable for human. He dawned his mask to hide his grotesque figure. For some reason, not just out of anger for his face, he was filled with a deep rage. He had been ever since he arrived in the deserted alley. He had to go take his anger and frustration out, though he didn't know what he was angry of frustrated about exactly, and it wasn't just his appearance or lack of memory.
He stood up and cracked his knuckles, eager to go cause some destruction, when he felt a hand be placed in his shoulder to keep him from going any further. "Not so fast, pally boy." He turned around to see the obese figure of a man with red eyes and what seemed to be blue paint on his face. "The boss has too many plans for you to go and be causin' trouble now. Just wait till the sun goes down." "Who are you?" questioned Malachite, "Clown. Clown's the name. Now just sit tight for now." He smirked devilishly. Malachite became enraged. He wanted death and destruction and he wanted it NOW!