The Creationist (Working Title)
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Lesson 1: Cold water stimulates, strengthens and braces the nerves
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"I'll ask you not to use your interface ring. For your safety, it has been silenced. His Majesty will arrive soon." The steward's voice was cold. I could tell word of my imprisonment had gotten out, gossip overtaking the whole of the court in a flourish of pings and emails. The court was full of ninnies and simpletons.
I really hated all of this. I hastily slid my interface ring off my middle finger and threw it at the wall. The steward catches it in a one swift, adept and slightly inhuman move. "Most High, I'll ask you to not abuse government property." His voice was sour and smug, his lips turned into a scowl.
"I am the government!" I scream at him, my voice a high shriek as I stomp towards him. "If you don't let me out of this godforsaken cage, I swear by all that is under my power I'll have you banished!" The steward looks like he's about to wet his pants, his body shakes as I slowly back him into the nearest corner.
"Serenity, get off the poor boy." My husband. His voice is cold and menacing, almost annoyed. I grab my interface ring and back away from the ruddy-faced steward. Slowly, I turn to face my husband, my eyes narrowed in anger as I look at him.
The shock of how much he's changed knocks me momentarily breathless. He's aged. Small wrinkles crease the side of his eyes, his skin droops slightly. He's abandoned his lavender silk suits and taken to wearing the harsh regalia of the war generals. Even his staff is gone, now replaced with an antique gun, a Webley .38 caliber revolver. I could tell it was such as he'd taken to collecting them over the past few years.
"Why have you locked me up in my rooms like some criminal?" My voice comes out in a rasp. I turn away from him, my hair sweeping behind me, whipping him in the face as I pass. "You'll let me out. You've forgotten that this is my kingdom, my castle."
Endymion snorts as my words, as if I'm nothing more than a petulant child. A smile spreads across his lips as he approaches me. He dismisses his guard with a small, curt hand motion. No one remains in the room, even the greasy steward has left.
"My lovely wife..." He coos, a soft smile on his face as he grasps my right shoulder, his freehand strokes my hair. I look up at him, full of love. Maybe he was here to relinquish my sentence, and to mend our torn marriage. I waited for his words of remorse, sorrow, and embarrassment. I waited for him to say the words I so wished to speak, the words that sat upon my tongue. I wanted to tell him of the miracle that grew inside me... the new life that would forever bond us in matrimonial bliss.
Before I could even speak, an unspeakable pain blossoms across my left cheek. I stumble back a few feet, my face frozen in horror at my husband's actions. "You little bitch. Why didn't you tell me I have fathered another child?"
"You should have known! We used no protection that night." My voice wavered, hot tears spilled over my cheeks as I walked over to the bed and sat down. As if I hadn't been humiliated enough these past weeks, now it seemed as if my husband deemed me a whore for becoming pregnant with his child.
"You will have it taken care of. One insolent child is enough." This is how he now referred to our daughter, the crown princess and heir to the throne.
Soul-mates. That's what we are. Since the beginning of time our souls had been mated, forever being reborn with one another. Nothing can sever us. This was the man I was fated to spend the rest of eternity with, countless life times we'd died and been reborn.
As he turned to leave, Endymion depressed a few of the buttons on the wall, each giving a distinctive ping in the process. "You won't be able to leave this room unless I will it. Enjoy the rest of your night, Your Grace."
The door slide closed with a slight whoosh of air, and the locks proceeded to secure it in a procession of tinks. He was finally gone, I let out my breath.
The tears came, held back for so long, they overtook me like never before. It'd been years since I'd last cried. My life had been too perfect until now. The calm before the storm, you could possibly say.
I'd lived in a flourish of parties and galas, diamonds and pearls, and the sense that my kingdom was complete and safe, that nothing and no one could possibly hurt me. What a stupid, incredulous fool I'd been.
Slowly, I pulled myself up from the group and onto the bed. The familiar, and once comforting smell of my husband still permeated the sheets. They now stunk like betrayal and lies. I snorted.
Lies.
What a sack of shit.
I caught myself after that thought, a small but audible gasp escaping my mouth. I hadn't used such unladylike curses since I'd been reborn. Even when I was Sailor Moon, I'd rarely cursed. I'd left that to Makoto, and even Rei at times.
The thought of my ladies sent a rush of emotions through my body, my face flushed and my heart began to race, giving me the look and feeling of having taken many packets of calorie purgers. I was still in denial over my ladies' situations.
He'd banished Rei and Minako over treason. Ami and Makoto now sat on death row on Sol Invictus. The others... I shudder to think what has happened to the Planetary Guard. Setsuna, Michiru, Haruka... and poor little Hotaru. Images of my friends in suspended animation fill my head.
My heart feels like it's about to overflow, as if it's about to burst. Instantly a sheen of perspiration covers my skin, my heart still races and my head fills with pain. I slide down to the marble, it feel nice against my hot skin. The cool feel of the smooth stone...
"I hope you enjoy your night, Serenity. The cocktail should be taking effect about now. Goodnight, my love."
My husband's words fill the room and fade. Soon, I too, begin to fade into nothing. The world around me melts and fades to black. I let the comforting darkness wrap around me like comforting words from my long-dead mother, as if somehow she could save me from my reality.
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This story, as you can tell, is highly incomplete and riddled with error and typos. However, I like what I've written, and will continue to add content and chapters frequently. I've written out the entire plot, and I know how it will end. I just need to write it out.
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