This story will be deleted soon because I'm rewriting it into Original work with stand-in characters of my own design (hint: make a local backup if you wish to preserve the current version).
The reason is twofold:
1. using the Sailor Moon characters feels inappropriate despite any growing them up to over 18
2. adhering to Sailor Moon values was stifling, this story is constricted and cannot breathe freely
So, the result will be hard seinen with a tad more gore and other mature things and, most importantly, with appropriate cynicism instead of the current version's strained idealism. The plot will stay mostly unchanged.
The rewrite will retain the title "Your destiny is annulled" and will be posted at AO3.
Sample:
The demon gurgled, what remained of his body twitching. There was a two-meter wide hole in the three-meter sack making it look like an ugly donut. In the hole, covering her face with her arms and hissing in pain, stood a smoking, partially melted female figure bereft of any skin, a gruesome anatomic atlas.
"Th.. Thank you," she hissed through her teeth as she cartwheeled jumping out. Where she sank up to her ankles in the burning, bubbling asphalt. Cartwheeling again, she flashed silver becoming a perfectly healthy Osiris in her ridiculous white strapless ballroom dress.
"Are you all right?" Seshat asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!" sending a gentle smile at her stoically silent ninja of a fiance, the sumera of restoration grinned predatorily. "I've never felt better, all doubts are gone, the path is clear. It's a rare case today, the enemy is not deserving mercy. He doesn't even deserve scorn. This is not a battle. This is garbage disposal."