"But Minako, what will the rest of the band think when they hear that I'm having an affair with you? My drummer-"

"Your drummer will just have to beat it. I've got it BAD for you, Shun. In fact, I want to do it, right here, on the stage."

Such was the internal dialogue of one bored Usagi Chiba, who had her napping infant daughter in her arms while she watched her token "famons friend" Minako Aino have a heart-to-heart discussion with the guitarist of the backup band for her upcoming concert. In reality, she only learned the guitarist's name was Shun when Minako introduced Usagi to the band a couple of hours earlier and exchanged a brief hello, but Usagi's headcanon went wild and created her own alternate reality that was likely in no way related to this plane of existence.

With her husband not around, Usagi would often find herself lost in these fantasies without her beloved Mamoru keeping her occupied (or more accurately, keeping her in line so that she didn't embarass them in public). It was a case where Usagi clearly needed an adult to remind her of her own adulthood, but without his stoic maturity anchoring her natural bubbliness, she soon found herself once again off in her personal mental soap operas. Once she was in that zone, she would pair anyone with anyone, whether it be cartoon characters or random people she'd see on the news together.

In Usagi's mind, Minako and Shun were having a hot, torrid relationship that they kept hidden from the rest of their colleagues in fear of the press blowing it out of proportion. Behind closed doors, however, things happened of such lewd nature that it would jeopardize their respective careers should it be made public. Because of this, they had been repressing their desire to make out as they went through the rehearsal singing the songs that Minako would have on when they were alone, but Minako's resistance was rapidly waning after listening to the masterful way Shun strummed his guitar when it came time for his majestic solos.

The tension had finally come to a head and Minako had now reverted to a more bestial woman, unable to hold in her desires any longer and was now demanding her lover to take her right there on the stage, in front of everyone watching. If the press would make a big to-do about it, so be it, but perhaps it was always meant to be this way. Perhaps their love was not something to be shunned, but celebrated. If true love was what brought them together, then what shame was there in-

"Usagi!"

"GAH," Usagi jumped up as a voice called out to her and broke her out of her daydream. Her fantasies faded back into reality and she found herself disappointed when Minako and Shun weren't rolling on the stage in a bundle of passion, but calmly exchanging pleasantries before heading over to their respective supporters for a drink of water. In the years that had passed since Usagi first met Minako during their first adventures working together as Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus, Minako had blossomed into a woman and started wearing more risque outfits to accommodate her changing demographic, perfect for shipping with the guitar with green streaks in his dark hair wearing a pink-and-black leather jacket with the "Nirvana" patch in the back, zipped open just enough to reveal his toned torso sweating from carrying his heavy electric guitar.

No, in reality their relationship was completely professional and would likely stay that way when it came time for them to go their separate ways for other gigs, and in reality, someone was calling Usagi's name. Realizing where the voice was coming from, Usagi looked down to where her daughter Chibiusa was sleeping, and saw the black toy cat resting in her arms looking up at her with the same derpy expression it usually had no matter how serious it was trying to be. Hard to believe the spirit within the cat toy was actually a woman several hundred years old and at one point was Usagi's chief advisor in a previous life.

"Usagi," Luna repeated quietly, realizing that if she spoke up too loud, the young man who was sitting a few seats in front of them might overhear their conversation and start asking questions. "We have to get going."

Years ago, Usagi would try to debate walking away from a rare Minako Aino rehearsal regardless of what the situation called for. But back then, Usagi was still a junior high school student too worried about grades and boys to understand the massive responsibilities put upon her. Today, she was a mother and a wife. She was an adult who had a very clear grasp of what was at stake when Luna would shed her facade as a stuffed animal.

As such, her expression hardened as she nodded her head once and subtly leaned over so that Luna would "accidentally fall to the ground. This gave the stuffed toy the opportunity to quickly undergo a very startling transformation underneath the cover of the pavilion seats. Just as Luna had taken the form of a toy cat to hide her true purposes, she could also shed her disguise to assume a form far more human. After a couple of minutes of making sure that no one would pay much attention to Usagi "fumbling" for the toy cat, Luna rose back up to reveal herself as a girl in her early teens, wearing a non-descript skirt with handbag.

Luna took a seat next to Usagi and carefully took the sleeping Chibiusa from Usagi's lap. "I'll tell Minako where you are if she looks for you. Do you need me to tell you where you need to go, or do you think you've got it?"

"I...I think I know where it's coming from," Usagi said after a pause, slightly pre-occupied focusing her recently heightened abilities to sense the spirit energy of nearby entities that the enemy had dubbed "Neo-Youma." After the decisive defeat of the Dark Kingdom, Minako and Luna found it prudent to erase the memories of their fellow Senshi's adventures, determining that it would only get in the way of their well-deserved civilian lives. Unfortunately, the rise of a new enemy made it necessary for these memories to be restored and for Usagi to resume her duties as Sailor Moon.

And thus, Usagi put aside her daydreams about shipping one of her best friends with a stranger, and instead focused on finding the Neo-Youma that triggered Luna's senses. "I'll let you know if I need the others for this one, Luna. For now, I don't want to bother the others. Take care of Chibiusa: if you need to change her diapers or mix her baby formula, they're in my tote bag."

And so, Usagi clandestinely walked out of the aisle and exited the pavillion, leaving Luna to care for the sleeping baby. But as Usagi left her view and Luna focused on her surroundings, she realized that the young man she was trying to hide her secret from had left, as well.

-

Step 1: make your presence known.

Step 1 was something that the Neo-Youma had absolutely no difficulty following. In fact, just standing still was often enough to assert his existence to anyone watching him, which they certainly did as he was decisively odd enough to stand out. His skin was a bronze armor, wearing a black metal tunic with a shirt of sharp blades covering his bulky quadriceps. In fact, "bulky" would have been a good all-encompassing term to describe his Herculean frame, complemented nicely by his metal beard and static face, as well as the lion emblem on his chest as well as his gauntlets.

The location he had chosen to make his incredible debut onto the stage of destiny was the shopping district located in the suburbs near Tokyo University, where there would be plenty of scholars to write tales of his exploits in real time thanks to the advent of social media. Already he had plenty of onlookers giving him curious glances as he scanned the area to see if his quarry was nearby. Unable to sense the unique spirit energy signature of his target, the Neo-Youma let out a loud bellow before stomping on the ground and lifting his massive sword into the air.

"People of the mortal plane, hear my decree and tremble in awe," the Neo-Youma thundered before slinging the massive blade over his shoulder and pointing at himself with his free hand's thumb. "I am the mighty Heracleaver, the Gladiator Neo-Youma! I have decided to come down from my seat in Olympus to accept the challenge of the bravest warriors your city has to offer! Sailor Senshi, step forth and test your might against my omnipotent muscles and magnificent blade!"

When Step 1 didn't produce immediate results barring confused muttering, Heracleaver took it upon himself to Step 2.

Step 2: Stake your claim.

Focusing his spirit energy into his blade until it shone with the orange fury of molten steel, Heracleaver brought his sword down onto the ground and created a razor-sharp shockwave of energy that cut through the pavement and just barely missed the crowd that jumped out of the way on reaction. Had anyone been unfortunate enough to be caught in that swath, they would have been cut in two with their remains cauterized instantly.

Curiosity quickly gave way to terror, and the crowd soon dispersed into a mob of panic, scattering with about as much organization as a group of hens that had their coop broken into by a hungry fox. Heracleaver understood why they might be scared, and it was quite likely that some of them would die today, but if they were truly good in life they wouldn't have anything to worry about. Their souls would be sent to the field of Elysium and then they'd realize that Heracleaver was doing them a favor by using them as sacrificial lambs to draw out the Sailor Senshi.

The Senshi, however, would be ineligible for such a merciful end to their destiny. According to the prophet Fiore and his trusted bodyguard Gesen, the Sailor Senshi were actually the proponents of the apocalypse merely posing as heroes. Sometime in the near future, their leader Sailor Moon would shed her mortal frame and reveal herself as Galaxia, the cosmic dreadnought that would lead a brutal conquest of the universe that left nothing but destruction and chaos in her wake. Unable to stand by and watch this happen, Fiore commissioned Heracleaver to end their threat before it became too big to handle.

False prophets had a particular circle in Hell reserved for them thanks to their crimes, and the least Heracleaver could do before sending them there was to invite them into an honorable duel to the death. In order to continue their charade as heroes, no doubt the social media web was now vibrating with news of his presence and they would soon be here like spiders being alerted that their prey had been trapped. Too bad for the Senshi, Heracleaver would be the wasp that destroyed both the web and the spiders they belonged to.

Which brought him to Step 3: proving his dominance. Now he would actively seek out sacrifices to make it absolutely clear that he would not rest until the Sailor Senshi were but stains on his blade and his fists. In their mad panic, the masses had tripped and fallen over each other trying to get away, which meant that Heracleaver could reap their lives and send them to Elysium within having to worry about chasing them off. "You, over there," Heracleaver pointed to a middle-aged man and charged his sword with his energy once more. "You have been chosen! Lay still and meet your destiny!"

"Hold it right there!"

Heracleaver paused, having finally acquired a challenger, but not paying attention to the decisively male voice that issued it. "Ah, so you've finally arrived, Sa...eh?"

Turning around to face his challenger, Heracleaver was disappointed to see that it wasn't any of the Sailor Senshi, but instead a male youth with messy brown hair wearing a red athletic t-shirt and a pair of slightly tattered jeans. Perhaps he wasn't volunteering to be a challenger, but a sacrifice instead. But Heracleaver was feeling generous and made him an offer to extend his mortal life for just a little bit longer. "Begone with you, peon! I seek true challenger, not a brazen upstart!"

"And that's exactly what I'm going to give you, big guy," the youth snapped back before entering a fighting stance. It was here that Heracleaver realized that perhaps the boy wasn't just bluster, as even a simple gesture like that was enough to tell Heracleaver that he was more than he appeared. Indeed, the strength of his spirit energy once he entered that stance was something that Heracleaver could very much feel, the waves of intent beating down on him like a hot wind.

And so, Heracleaver decided he would test his ability with Step 4: Never forget your allies. "GOLEM TROOPERS," Heracleaver belted out before snapping his metal fingers. Mere seconds passed before several more murderous intents made themselves known, causing the ground to twist and distort before the sources of the intents emerged from the bends in space and rise up from the ground. This time, the intents were beating down on the interloper, taking the form of gray humanoid creatures with a peculiar flower growing out of the chest of their clay bodies. The flower's bud had the appearance of a woman with blue hair, and its roots had clearly overtaken every part of its host. Vines were growing out of the creature's hollow eyes and mouth, and thorns were jutting from their elbows, knees, hands and feet.

The humanoid creatures called "Golem" bobbed back and forth, uttering a gutteral babble as they waited for their summoner's command. "Remove this pretender from my sight," Heracleaver pointed at the youth and thus triggered an attack command, causing the Golem troopers to charge madly at him. But even with their startling entrance and clearly inhuman appearance, the youth did not show any fear as they tried to dogpile upon him. In fact, he seemed more than ready for them, as if he had plenty of experience with just this kind of situation.

The first two Golems that reached him had their clay heads bashed together like coconuts, and the third Golem received a spinning sobat kick that send it crashing into two of its ilk. The fourth Golem received a swift elbow to its chin when it tried to attack from the side, while the fifth golem took a sharp punch in the face that stunned it long enough for the youth to latch onto its arm and fling it onto its neck and shoulders with a judo throw, followed by a pair of mounted punches.

The next three Golems used the sacrifice of its comrades to take rapid switches on the young man, using the thorns in its hands as lethal claws. Recognizing how much pain he'd be in if even one of them hit, as well as realizing that he didn't know what would happen if the thorns actually did scratch his skin, the young man crouched down and swept one of the attackers off of its feet, before rising back up with a spinning kick that struck the other two attackers in the side of the head and sending them spiraling to the ground with a crash.

The youth smiled as he admired his handiwork and looked at the pile of bodies he made in the thirty seconds that had passed between the initial assault and the abject failure of it. "Heh...and here I was actually worried that you guys were going to hurt me," the young man said before turning to Heracleaver. "Sorry, big guy, this is something I deal with every other day. Sending your goons after me isn't going to-OUCH!"

Finally, first blood was drawn when one of the Golems suddenly sprung back to life and scratched the youth across the arm, drawing forth a streak of red. Its comrades quickly followed suit, and if not for the youth's agility, he might have been hurt far worse by their second wind. Quickly putting some space between himself and the Golems, the young man resumed his fighting stance and lost his smile. The first drop of blood always changed everything, and it it was a clear reminder that he was engaged in a life-or-death struggle, and he had no one to blame for that but himself.

"HIYAH," Heracleaver heaved his great sword and attempted to cut down the young man from behind, but his shadow alerted the youth of his presence and so he was able to roll away and again put distance between his opponents. "You see now, boy, that you are out of your league. How unfortunate that my offer to spare your life has expired!" With the Golems now fully recovered, Heracleaver signaled for them to once again tear the young man apart…

"MOON TIARA BOOMERANG!"

...but they were literally cut off from the youth as a battle cry ripped through the air along with a golden weapon that severed the flowers jutting out of their chest. The flowers unleashed a cry of despair before falling silent and rapidly withering on the pavement, which left the vines and roots within the Golems to wither as well. And thus, without the vines that penetrated their bodies, the hollowed-out humanoids literally crumbled to the ground in a heap of lifeless clay that eroded just as quickly as the flowers that controlled them.

The weapon struck Heracleaver once to unleash a spray of sparks before veering back and returning into the hands of its owner. "Ruining a perfect sunny day by attacking innocent bystanders, and then claiming that you're a warrior of honor...this is unforgivable," the latest challenger said as she walked in front of the young man and struck a pose in her slightly flashy fuku and boots. "The guardian of love and justice, I'm the pretty Sailor Senshi, Sailor Moon!" With a flash of her immense spirit energy, she struck one more pose before pointing an accusing finger at Heracleaver. "And in the name of the moon...I will punish you!"

"Um...excuse me."

The youth's voice nervously followed Sailor Moon's dynamic speech and corresponding pose, breaking her out of "the mood" and returning her to her usual jovial self. Turning around to face the young man, Sailor Moon gave him a polite smile as he continued. "You...were you at the pavilion a few minutes ago?"

Her smile turned into a nervous one as she gave the youth the once-over and realized it was the same young man that was sitting around her while she was watching Minako's rehearsal. Before she could answer with an excuse, the youth continued as his eyes lit up. "Yeah...no doubt about it! I thought I sensed a really powerful cosmo nearby, but I figured it was another one of Sanctuary's goons spying on us. Turns it out it was the lady a few seats away from me!"

The youth stepped next to the bewildered superheroine before bowing his head politely and introducing himself. "My name is Seiya. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

"Uhhh...likewise, Seiya," Sailor Moon bowed her head nervously before mustering up the courage to regain her senses and again standing in front of Seiya. "You better find someplace safe, Seiya. I'll handle this guy!"

"On the contrary, Sailor Moon," Heracleaver chipped in point lifting his blade and pointing it at Seiya. "I believe it would be unsporting if we did not allow him to finish what he started...even if what he started was a complete suicide mission!"

"My thoughts exactly, big guy," Seiya said before lifting his hand and bringing attention to the peculiar bracelet around his wrist: a metallic horse head with a pair of deep red eyes embedded in it. Now that she got a good look at it, Sailor Moon could sense some kind of power coming from the bracelet...and that's when it hit her. The power wasn't coming from the bracelet, but into it: Seiya's body was now radiating a bright red aura of spirit energy that she could easily sense thanks to her own heightened awareness. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she would say that what Seiya was doing was the exact same thing she and the other Senshi would do before they…

"CLOTH CHANGER!"

Striking a dynamic pose as his spirit energy reached its peak, Seiya's bracelet reached critical mass as it projected an image that soon materialized into solid form: a metallic winged horse statue of shimmering silver with highlights of red accenting its eyes, hooves, and wings. Seconds later, the statue burst into dozens of pieces that rushed towards Seiya like he were a magnet, sheathing his body to form body armor while the head of the horse became a crown that he wore upon his head.

"Racing through the heavens," Seiya's spirit energy spiked once more before he assumed another pose and re-introduced himself, "Pegasus Saint...Seiya!"

"Pegasus…"

"...Saint?" Sailor Moon and Heracleaver said with puzzled befuddlement as Seiya charged the Neo-Youma with his fist raised. Sailor Moon watched with amazement as the stranger threw a powerful punch that sent the muscular Heracleaver stumbled backwards, and then kicking him in the head with such force that he fell down to one knee. With his opponent dazed, Seiya delivered a snapping kick to the Neo-Youma's chin that forced him onto the ground while Seiya prepared to continue the assault to his prone adversary.

Heracleaver recovered before he could do so, brandishing his scimitar and sweeping it across the ground so that he could clear some room. To his surprise, Seiya not only evaded the swipe, but landed on the tip of the blade so that he could run across it and unleash another cosmo-infused punch that sent Heracleaver...into a rage to a point where he dropped his sword and placed Seiya into a crushing bearhug. "Too bad, child! Now I'll be forced ruin that wonderful armor by turning you into a pink paste!"

"Not...likely...HYAH!"

By focusing his cosmo and letting it reach supernova, Seiya was able to greatly amplify his strength to a point where he could forcibly break even the Neo-Youma's superhuman grip. Such feats were made possible only through the most vigorous of training in addition to the gifts granted to him by his Pegasus Cloth. Still, Seiya realized that he might have underestimated how much trouble he'd have with Heracleaver, and thus didn't object when Sailor Moon charged in with her trademark weapon, the Moon Spiral Heart Rod.

Without his own weapon, Heracleaver could only parry the weapon with his hands and attempt to snatch it from Sailor Moon's hands. Too bad for him, the weapon's very touch was like fire, and every strike from the weapon searing his metallic body. In the wake of the new enemy that was assembled strictly for taking her life, Sailor Moon's own power and abilities had grown considerably since the war with the Dark Kingdom. Whereas before she was held back by her own fear of getting hurt, Sailor Moon now fought with conviction and and the belief that she would have to become stronger for the sake of her friends and the innocents that were getting caught in the crossfire of the enemy's unrelenting quest for her blood.

As clearly shown by Heracleaver's disregard for human life even prior to her arrival, the enemy would not shy from slaughtering the common people if it meant drawing her out, but Sailor Moon wasn't about to let them get what they wanted, nor was she going to allow them to do as they pleased trying to accomplish their goals. With a final strike, Sailor Moon sent Heracleaver sprawling backwards, landing flat on his rear end.

"Grrr...you're everything the adviser Fiore said you'd be, Sailor Moon," Heracleaver grumbled as he picked up his sword next to him as Pegasus Seiya and Sailor Moon gathered together for whatever came next. "I see that I will need to hold nothing back if I wish to succeed on my noble quest to put an end to your future tyranny!"

Charging forward while swinging his scimitar menacingly, Heracleaver lunged with speed that belied his great size and attempted to cut both of his enemies in one swoop. Sailor Moon took to the sky to avoid the slash, while Seiya crouched down and narrowly missed getting bisected, before rising back up and delivering a powerful uppercut to Heracleaver's iron beard. With his head now forced upward, Heracleaver looked up just in time to have his nose smashed by the end of Sailor Moon's boot as she delivered a flying kick.

Stunned by the dual assault, Heracleaver focused his energy into his blade and again attempted to cut the duo down, this time by using his killing intent to extend the reach of his blade. Unfortunately for him, he had already shown this technique to Seiya when he initiated Step 2, and so Seiya was able to grab onto Sailor Moon and whisk her away to a safe distance before turning around and unleashed a ranged attack of his own.

"PEGASUS RYUUSEI KEN!"

By rapidly punching the air, Seiya was able to create gusts of wind with so much force that they were able to bombard Heracleaver with greater force and velocity than a machine gun, causing the Neo-Youma to roar out in pain before taking another great swipe with his scimitar and putting an end to the assault by sending Seiya and Usagi on the evasive defense. But it was clear as day that the power within Pegasus Seiya's fists were no less potent than the blows of Sailor Moon: there were clear dents in Heracleaver's body showing that the technique was effective.

"He's on the ropes," Seiya said with determination as he charged his cosmo for the coup de grace.

"Wait," Sailor Moon placed a hand on Seiya's shoulder, breaking his focus so that she could inform him of something that should have been brought to his attention earlier. "Despite what he's doing, this Neo-Youma is actually a human being possessed by the enemy. He doesn't know any better right now."

"Alright...can it be reversed?"

"Yeah," Sailor Moon nodded her head as she charged her own energy. "Just buy me a few seconds to get everything ready."

Heracleaver, now in a maddened state, once more charged with his weapon ready to bisect his enemies. As Sailor Moon glowed with holy light, Pegasus Seiya stood at her defense and caught Heracleaver's blade with both his hands, struggling mightily as all of Heracleaver's immense physical strength was paired against his own. Again, he realized that he underestimated Heracleaver's ability to smash things: he wasn't sure if he could have held the blade off for very long.

Thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about that, as soon Sailor Moon unleashed her pink energy with a pirouette and a thrust of her wand, unleashing her purifying energy in the form of a rapidly rotating heart of power. "MOON SPIRAL HEART ATTACK!"

The blast struck true as Seiya jumped out of the way and allowed Heracleaver to be cleansed of the impurities Fiore placed upon him. The sword was the first to disappear, disintegrating instantly and providing zero protection having already been strained to its limit from Seiya's cosmo pressing against it. As for Heracleaver himself, his metal hide was literally peeled away as the blast vaporized it to reveal a well-built human wearing a black t-shirt and matching Zubaz pants.

"Hmmm...needs a fanny pack to go with the Zubaz pants," Sailor Moon said thoughtfully as she assessed the fashion statement made by the purified human who was on the ground on his hands and knees panting heavily. "If you're going to wear something that garish, you might as well go for the entire ensemble."

"Fanny packs...what are you, from the Showa era?" Seiya quipped as the man stood up and looked around in confusion before stumbling away dripping sweat, clearly having no idea what he had just went through. "So your enemy takes ordinary humans and turns them into monsters? It must be rough knowing that something that strong is someone you have to hold back against because you don't to accidentally kill an innocent person."

"Yeah...and I was lucky to have you helping me out. It probably would have been tough taking him on by myself," Usagi said as the two of them quickly made themselves scarce so that they could retreat to one of the corner alleys nearby. Once they were sure that no one had followed them, they relieved themselves of their alter-egos and reverted back to more civilian attire. "Anyway...my name is Usagi Chiba. It's good to meet you, Seiya!"

"Yeah, you too," Seiya graciously shook Usagi's hand before looking at his watch. "Anyway, I've gotta get going. I'm Shun's ride to where we're meeting the rest of our friends for dinner, and after that we're going to spend the night seeing if we can fulfill our mission."

"Hey, that sounds great," Usagi chipped in as she followed Seiya down into the underbelly of the city where they would catch a subway back to the pavilion. "I'll go with you: you seem like someone who'd be fun to trade stories with!"

-

High above the two heroes, a lone figure wearing his usual white-and-black cloak stood in silence as he watched them disappear from sight. While Heracleaver was a fine Neo-Youma, as were all Neo-Youma that were summoned by his hand, the figure didn't expect him to be able to handle all five Senshi should they gather. In truth, Heracleaver's attack was a smokescreen for the figure's true intention. Two nights prior, his operatives encountered a complication in their plans, and now he wished to confirm his suspicions.

The timeline was once again shifting. The Saints, originally absent from this point in history at this point of Sailor Moon's life before her corruption, had entered the playing field.

"Master Fiore…"

"...Gesen, my friend," the figure did not turn around but spoke with utmost respect to his trusted associate as the armored warrior stepped next to him and looked down at the city. "It would see that your suspicions are correct. If Sanctuary was snooping about, then their enemies were sure to follow."

"There isn't much in your database about the Saints...but I remember hearing tales about them growing up on Earth," Gesen said solemnly before handing Fiore a piece of paper. "Deathmask has spoken with his leader, the Pope of Sanctuary. They want to arrange a meeting with us to discuss our goals and if they can be of assistance, but they expect us to do it in their headquarters in Greece. They must intend to ambush us for discovering their existence."

"No...they want to see if we can be of any value to them, and if we don't prove our worth, they'll try and dispose of us," Fiore grumbled before taking the piece of paper. "But humans are inherently a misguided, if not well-meaning species. If these are the coordinates of their hideout, they probably expect us to be unable to reach it without their hexes. But…"

The wind picked up slightly, blowing off the hood of Fiore's cloak to reveal his natural turquoise hair that flowed in the wind that revealed it. He often kept it hidden when out "in the field" due to how it might surprise the human populace, but here in the rooftops with his close friend, he could enjoy a bit of respite and bask in the fact that he was not from this blue planet. He was but a visitor, and one of the planet's hosts was inviting him to a party.

"...it would be rude of me not to accept such a gracious invitation. Tell Deathmask to give this message to the Pope...I prefer my tea cold."

"Yes, Master," Gesen bowed his head.