A/N: I don't know about you guys, but this just popped into my head. Hell, this story just might be purely drabbles. Hope you enjoy! Sailor Night and her monikers are the only thing that I own.


In the time that she had served in her new position, Sailor Night had also earned the moniker 'The Maiden of Death.' Those who foolishly challenged her to battle did not always return. The few that did often returned raving in their madness about her skill and her strength and the unearthly beauty she possessed. And then there were those foolish followers who worshiped her. It disgusted her, really, as these so called worshipers believed that she required sacrifice. She may have been a Scout of the Night and Death but she passed her sentences justly. Only those who she felt deserved the death sentence got it, human or demon. Such as the case in the Black Moon fiasco in which Prince Diamond had abducted Sailor Moon. That had enraged Sailor Night to the point where the Moon Princess's cries fell upon deaf ears. Such creatures who thought of women as property and objects did not deserve such forgiveness. To be truthful, her treatment of Prince Diamond came from when she had been abused as a human. Her hatred fueled her deadly punishment of the silver-haired prince.

Then there had been few who had sought her out to see if she would end their lives. She refused to be the instrument of death for these poor, tormented souls and guided the misguided back to a better path. Only in very rare cases she would grant such a wish but very rarely. She pitied them.

Even though she was 'The Maiden of Death,' Sakura still maintained her humanity. A goddess, thirdly, a soldier secondly but high and foremost, she still considered herself as human. She had love and compassion for many despite her deadly reputation she had built for herself. She did have a wicked streak at times, though. She would cast an insanity spell on those brave, yet foolish, humans that would challenge her to fight. Yet, she wasn't so cold as to leave them alone in their madness. She would escort them to the nearest dwelling and leave her victims in their care. Their condition was often a message to those who thought to approach her so recklessly and such foolishness would not be tolerated. She had little patience these days.