Season: Silver Millennium
Rating: PG 13
*Storyline: Tricked into marrying the Earthen King Endymion, Serenity has to endure all sorts of challenges in the politically unstable earth. This is the dramatically tragic life story of a young princess who discovers a different world of trust, betrayal, and happiness. (Sere/Endy, Senshi/Generals, with a bit of Demando ^_^)
*Characters: (basically everyone you can think of) Endymion, Kunzite, Nephrite, Jadeite, Zoicite, Serenity, Selene, Minako, Rei, Ami, Mako, Haruka, Michiru, Hotaru, Setsuna, Seiya, Taiki, Yaten, Kakyuu, Demando, Saffiru, Lucius Marius*, Amelie*
* indicates the characters we own.
Lucius Marius and Amelie are Endymion's cousins. Lucius Marius is jealous of Endymion, that's why he broke from the Royal Family and started the organization called the Senior Council.
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Endymion frowned. Damian was not responding the way he would have liked. Instead begging for Endymion's mercy, he seemed to be concerned about Serenity. "That is none of your concern, Damian."
Jadeite eyed Damian's reaction with interest though his face remained expressionless. "You seem to be concerned King Endymion's personal affairs, King Damian, how nice of you."
Damian's beautifully carved face was drawn in an almost distressing frown. "She is a child, Endymion, and a moon child at that. She is not used to the earthen ways. She will never be used to the earthen ways. How much power did you promise Selene, and what will you do with Serenity!"
Endymion, who had been amused until then, rose to his full height. It seemed as if his wife and Damian had been a little too close. "You, King Damian of Nemesis, do not have the right to question me about I will do with my wife. I will not remind you again of your categorical situation in the Solar-Galaxy."
Damian recollected himself. His emotions had surfaced too far. "Very well, Endymion, I will see that the debts are paid. But mark my words Endymion, if you hurt Serenity in any way, I will join the Lucius Marius and have you killed." Saying that, he hastily left the Crysthilia to leave for the Moon. His words and presence filled the atmosphere heightening the already excessive tension of the room.
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Damian stormed into the Lunar Palace ignoring the guards' feeble attempts to stop him. His outer layer of Nemesian Energy stopped anyone from coming within three feet of his space. "Selene," he roared, "come out here Selene, we had an agreement. Come out here dammit!" his electric white hair was flying in every direction. Instead of looking like a ridiculous maniac, Damian looked even more beautiful. As beautiful as the gleaming diamonds of the planet earth.
Queen Selene had been expecting the Nemesian King. Her heart laughed at the acursed man. She slowly rose and levitated to the questerian foyer and faced the angry King. "Ah, Damian, I have been expecting you."
"Have you, you power hungry bitch," Damian's beautiful face contorted in anger. "You Selene have made a whore of your daughter. How could you? Your own blood; how could you?"
Selene's face grew even colder than Kunzite's, and her cerulean eyes were void. "Damian, I did not do it for power; I had no choice," she raised her voice a little. "Believe me Damian, I had no choice." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of her twisted morality.
Damian massaged his temples. This woman, in his childhood years, had shown him the compassion of a mother; she would not lie to him now. Nevertheless, his anger was still there churning in his heart, threatening to drive him insane. "Why, Selene?"
"I know what you feel for my daughter," she perfectly resonant voice grew deeper, "but it cannot happen. The union of the two of you is cursed. It is cursed. I cannot tell you why, but..." Selene said for prominence, "It will not happen!"
Damian was shocked. So, that was the reason. Selene had only thrown her daughter to barbarism's waiting arms because she did not want him near Serenity. His hatred of the woman grew. He looked at her with disgust forming in his ice blue eyes. (AN: we know his eyes aren't blue, but we needed it blue for the story) "Goodbye Selene, if you had not been so kind to me in childhood, you would have met the bloody end of my sword."
Selene cursed at Damian's retreating figure and silently damned him. "You do not understand Damian. Why did you leave? Damn you Disyus, why did you leave me?"
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Serenity was fast asleep when Endymion finally opened the door to her bedroom. He noticed her sleeping form in slight awe. That girl's pajamas were… well, he did not know what the girl's pajamas were. He knew one thing though, her pajamas definitely did not give him the view he wanted.
Damian was right for once, she was definitely a child. As ruthless as he was, Endymion respected women; at least the ones that wanted and deserved respect.
He would be a king, a damn good king, but he would not force himself on a child to do so. Looking at the peaceful girl for one last time, he walked out of the room and went to the western wing of the palace.
"Nilima," he knocked on his mistress's doors. "I order you to open the door."
A sleepy Nilima answered him. Her sleep immediately vanished as she saw who it was that had woken her from her beauty sleep. Her eyes twinkled and her face gave way to gleeful laughter. "Your first night with a wife and you want me, my Lord. I must be special; maybe I should receive more gifts."
Endymion did not smile, "Nilima, maybe you need to be reminded of how much you already get." His eyes mocked her confusion, "maybe I need to reduce it."
Nilima immediately changed her attitude. "Of course not my King, I was only joking." One hand rose to stroke his face. "Shall I entertain you tonight?" the hand traveled down his chest. "You'll let me entertain you, won't you?" it reached his abs and progressed down where lower things began. Nilima had countless years of training how to handle men. No matter how young she looked, she was not a young woman. Her place in the palace surprised many.
Endymion abruptly stopped her hand with his; disgust shone in his indigo eyes. "No, Nilima, I did not come here to be entertained. I only wanted to let you know that I will no longer need your services. I expect to see you leave in the morning." Ironically, Endymion had come to her chambers to be 'entertained.' He had had no intention of kicking his only mistress out in honor of his new wife. His words even surprised him, but he did not evince it. His eyes held contempt for the woman in front of him and his lips were drawn in a taut smirk.
The surprise in Nilima's eyes only helped in increasing Endymion's smirk. She forced her expression to neutral and shut the door nodding her head. How dare he! Three months of 'entertaining' him whenever he wanted and he cast her away as she did yesterday's dress. She would make him pay, pay for all the things he had done. Nilima smiled, that is right Endymion, and you will suffer for what you have done; your secrets are something Lucius Marius would pay for.
Endymion stood outside his former mistress's door for a few seconds before progressing to his room, which was parallel from Serenity's.
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He brushed the soft, spiky tendrils of chestnut brown hair away from his face as he paced angrily around the marble symposium hall. The stained glass walls of the room reflected his shadow in eerie colors and the sound of his feet against the carpet led to a deafening silence. Lucius Marius, as he was known around the world, strained his eyes, as one would when looking at a remarkable piece of art. Serenity… Serenity… Serenity…
He stared at the painting of a moon child with a ridiculous hair style. There was something different about her, something pure. He smirked, she did not fit in the Earthen world of corruption. Her eyes, they seemed to stare right out into his soul, seeking to pacify the quest for power and vengeance his heart held.
"Lucius."
He whirled around only to face his sister. She stood behind him with a troubled expression on her face. Her auburn hair was out of place and her hazel orbs bore into his. "Amelie," he said, as his hand reached out to brush her hair back into place. He reached his other hand to stroke her cheek, which rested on his shoulder. "What is it, sister?"
Amelie's eyes watered. Her hands held on to Lucius's. "I want to stop this Lucius. I want you to stop where you are. King Endymion is not someone you…"
She could not complete her sentence. Lucius's hand slipped out from her grasp and struck her face. She went sprawling back at the impact of her brother's attack.
"Do not call him King. He is not the King. I'm tired of the Earthen royal family…" he stopped abruptly realizing what he had done.
Amelie's eyes held fear. Fear toward him. He immediately knelt on to the floor and reached out to her, silently damning himself. "Amelie, I'm sorry. I did not mean to." He cursed when her expression did not change. "Don't look at me like that Amelie," he whispered, "I would never hurt you, I'm sorry…"
Amelie hastily held her brother. She clung to him as if she was trying to save him. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Lucius," she cried into his chest. He was all she had left. Her only family, her only hope, her only light. "I will give my soul to anything you want to do."
Lucius caressed Amelie's face where he had hit her. "It is time to release the planet from the royals and drive the Senior Council into victory."
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"King Damian, you have a visitor to wishes to consult with you," Lady Emerede said smiling slyly; her glassy emerald eyes grew into slits. "Getting a mistress when I will readily fill your bed, Damian?"
Damian stared at Emerede, his drunkenness blurring her image. He filled his glass with more wine and smiled; she was joking with truthful connotations. However, it did not matter. No matter how hard Emerede tried, she could never be Serenity. "I do not need any consultants now," he said sharply, "tell whomever it is to get lost."
Emerede laughed bitterly, "even if it is some information about your precious Serenity?" she taunted his surprised face, "It's Endymion's mistress, she claims to have some valuable information about him."
Damian reeled back and his wine glass fell from his hand staining the white-carpeted floor. "Why is his mistress here?" he asked.
Emerede smiled, her lips formed a cruel smirk. "She says he dropped her like a hot potato after he got his wife. Sounds like one night with pure Serenity and Endymion is already throwing his harem out." She purposely made pure sound like a vile world.
Emerede did not see Damian move. It was as if he was on the end of the room one moment and near her the next. She dropped to her knees, feeling his power.
Blood dripped on the floor.
"You must never speak of her in that manner again, Emerede," Damian said, his voice deadly soft. "You will not like the consequences."
Emerede made choking noises as the bleeding from her mouth stopped. "Damn you Damian," she said going out of his room, "Damn you."
Nilima, who had been enjoying the show from the doorway, paused. There was something dangerous about King Damian, something almost more ruthless than Endymion. "King Damian, I have come to help you," she said.
Damian turned his head to look at her. Her hair was jet black as an earthen Raven's was and her eyes were deep green like Jade. Something about her was peculiarly appealing, maybe even enticing. She was not young in age, the lines evident on her face showed that, but her eyes held a sly and dangerous look that made men was to know what she was like, inside, and out. However, Damian was not like other men. He had eyes for one woman only. "Very well," he said, "speak."
Nilima smiled, "I can think of a plan, King Damian. You will get your Serenity and I will get to laugh at Endymion and his general's faces." She had not forgotten his pathetic generals either.
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Serenity woke to an unfamiliar banging on the door. She immediately got up sensing the strangeness of the room. The whiteness of the ceiling, the red carpet, and the perfectly cut red and white roses on the mahogany dresser…
Yesterday's events came crashing to her like the collision of two effervescent stars. Shaking herself awake, she went to answer the door.
"Queen Serenity," Abene exclaimed, "Your friends are here in Tehran hall. General Kunzite is threatening to kill them! Come quickly!"
Serenity immediately grabbed a robe and flew down the crystal staircase that led to the Tehran hall, named for Endymion's late aunt.
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*Lucius Marius and his sister are not in on an incest thing OK! They're just close, like Seiya, Yaten, and Taiki (not siblings) are to each other.
Rating: PG 13
*Storyline: Tricked into marrying the Earthen King Endymion, Serenity has to endure all sorts of challenges in the politically unstable earth. This is the dramatically tragic life story of a young princess who discovers a different world of trust, betrayal, and happiness. (Sere/Endy, Senshi/Generals, with a bit of Demando ^_^)
*Characters: (basically everyone you can think of) Endymion, Kunzite, Nephrite, Jadeite, Zoicite, Serenity, Selene, Minako, Rei, Ami, Mako, Haruka, Michiru, Hotaru, Setsuna, Seiya, Taiki, Yaten, Kakyuu, Demando, Saffiru, Lucius Marius*, Amelie*
* indicates the characters we own.
Lucius Marius and Amelie are Endymion's cousins. Lucius Marius is jealous of Endymion, that's why he broke from the Royal Family and started the organization called the Senior Council.
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Endymion frowned. Damian was not responding the way he would have liked. Instead begging for Endymion's mercy, he seemed to be concerned about Serenity. "That is none of your concern, Damian."
Jadeite eyed Damian's reaction with interest though his face remained expressionless. "You seem to be concerned King Endymion's personal affairs, King Damian, how nice of you."
Damian's beautifully carved face was drawn in an almost distressing frown. "She is a child, Endymion, and a moon child at that. She is not used to the earthen ways. She will never be used to the earthen ways. How much power did you promise Selene, and what will you do with Serenity!"
Endymion, who had been amused until then, rose to his full height. It seemed as if his wife and Damian had been a little too close. "You, King Damian of Nemesis, do not have the right to question me about I will do with my wife. I will not remind you again of your categorical situation in the Solar-Galaxy."
Damian recollected himself. His emotions had surfaced too far. "Very well, Endymion, I will see that the debts are paid. But mark my words Endymion, if you hurt Serenity in any way, I will join the Lucius Marius and have you killed." Saying that, he hastily left the Crysthilia to leave for the Moon. His words and presence filled the atmosphere heightening the already excessive tension of the room.
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Damian stormed into the Lunar Palace ignoring the guards' feeble attempts to stop him. His outer layer of Nemesian Energy stopped anyone from coming within three feet of his space. "Selene," he roared, "come out here Selene, we had an agreement. Come out here dammit!" his electric white hair was flying in every direction. Instead of looking like a ridiculous maniac, Damian looked even more beautiful. As beautiful as the gleaming diamonds of the planet earth.
Queen Selene had been expecting the Nemesian King. Her heart laughed at the acursed man. She slowly rose and levitated to the questerian foyer and faced the angry King. "Ah, Damian, I have been expecting you."
"Have you, you power hungry bitch," Damian's beautiful face contorted in anger. "You Selene have made a whore of your daughter. How could you? Your own blood; how could you?"
Selene's face grew even colder than Kunzite's, and her cerulean eyes were void. "Damian, I did not do it for power; I had no choice," she raised her voice a little. "Believe me Damian, I had no choice." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of her twisted morality.
Damian massaged his temples. This woman, in his childhood years, had shown him the compassion of a mother; she would not lie to him now. Nevertheless, his anger was still there churning in his heart, threatening to drive him insane. "Why, Selene?"
"I know what you feel for my daughter," she perfectly resonant voice grew deeper, "but it cannot happen. The union of the two of you is cursed. It is cursed. I cannot tell you why, but..." Selene said for prominence, "It will not happen!"
Damian was shocked. So, that was the reason. Selene had only thrown her daughter to barbarism's waiting arms because she did not want him near Serenity. His hatred of the woman grew. He looked at her with disgust forming in his ice blue eyes. (AN: we know his eyes aren't blue, but we needed it blue for the story) "Goodbye Selene, if you had not been so kind to me in childhood, you would have met the bloody end of my sword."
Selene cursed at Damian's retreating figure and silently damned him. "You do not understand Damian. Why did you leave? Damn you Disyus, why did you leave me?"
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Serenity was fast asleep when Endymion finally opened the door to her bedroom. He noticed her sleeping form in slight awe. That girl's pajamas were… well, he did not know what the girl's pajamas were. He knew one thing though, her pajamas definitely did not give him the view he wanted.
Damian was right for once, she was definitely a child. As ruthless as he was, Endymion respected women; at least the ones that wanted and deserved respect.
He would be a king, a damn good king, but he would not force himself on a child to do so. Looking at the peaceful girl for one last time, he walked out of the room and went to the western wing of the palace.
"Nilima," he knocked on his mistress's doors. "I order you to open the door."
A sleepy Nilima answered him. Her sleep immediately vanished as she saw who it was that had woken her from her beauty sleep. Her eyes twinkled and her face gave way to gleeful laughter. "Your first night with a wife and you want me, my Lord. I must be special; maybe I should receive more gifts."
Endymion did not smile, "Nilima, maybe you need to be reminded of how much you already get." His eyes mocked her confusion, "maybe I need to reduce it."
Nilima immediately changed her attitude. "Of course not my King, I was only joking." One hand rose to stroke his face. "Shall I entertain you tonight?" the hand traveled down his chest. "You'll let me entertain you, won't you?" it reached his abs and progressed down where lower things began. Nilima had countless years of training how to handle men. No matter how young she looked, she was not a young woman. Her place in the palace surprised many.
Endymion abruptly stopped her hand with his; disgust shone in his indigo eyes. "No, Nilima, I did not come here to be entertained. I only wanted to let you know that I will no longer need your services. I expect to see you leave in the morning." Ironically, Endymion had come to her chambers to be 'entertained.' He had had no intention of kicking his only mistress out in honor of his new wife. His words even surprised him, but he did not evince it. His eyes held contempt for the woman in front of him and his lips were drawn in a taut smirk.
The surprise in Nilima's eyes only helped in increasing Endymion's smirk. She forced her expression to neutral and shut the door nodding her head. How dare he! Three months of 'entertaining' him whenever he wanted and he cast her away as she did yesterday's dress. She would make him pay, pay for all the things he had done. Nilima smiled, that is right Endymion, and you will suffer for what you have done; your secrets are something Lucius Marius would pay for.
Endymion stood outside his former mistress's door for a few seconds before progressing to his room, which was parallel from Serenity's.
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He brushed the soft, spiky tendrils of chestnut brown hair away from his face as he paced angrily around the marble symposium hall. The stained glass walls of the room reflected his shadow in eerie colors and the sound of his feet against the carpet led to a deafening silence. Lucius Marius, as he was known around the world, strained his eyes, as one would when looking at a remarkable piece of art. Serenity… Serenity… Serenity…
He stared at the painting of a moon child with a ridiculous hair style. There was something different about her, something pure. He smirked, she did not fit in the Earthen world of corruption. Her eyes, they seemed to stare right out into his soul, seeking to pacify the quest for power and vengeance his heart held.
"Lucius."
He whirled around only to face his sister. She stood behind him with a troubled expression on her face. Her auburn hair was out of place and her hazel orbs bore into his. "Amelie," he said, as his hand reached out to brush her hair back into place. He reached his other hand to stroke her cheek, which rested on his shoulder. "What is it, sister?"
Amelie's eyes watered. Her hands held on to Lucius's. "I want to stop this Lucius. I want you to stop where you are. King Endymion is not someone you…"
She could not complete her sentence. Lucius's hand slipped out from her grasp and struck her face. She went sprawling back at the impact of her brother's attack.
"Do not call him King. He is not the King. I'm tired of the Earthen royal family…" he stopped abruptly realizing what he had done.
Amelie's eyes held fear. Fear toward him. He immediately knelt on to the floor and reached out to her, silently damning himself. "Amelie, I'm sorry. I did not mean to." He cursed when her expression did not change. "Don't look at me like that Amelie," he whispered, "I would never hurt you, I'm sorry…"
Amelie hastily held her brother. She clung to him as if she was trying to save him. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Lucius," she cried into his chest. He was all she had left. Her only family, her only hope, her only light. "I will give my soul to anything you want to do."
Lucius caressed Amelie's face where he had hit her. "It is time to release the planet from the royals and drive the Senior Council into victory."
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"King Damian, you have a visitor to wishes to consult with you," Lady Emerede said smiling slyly; her glassy emerald eyes grew into slits. "Getting a mistress when I will readily fill your bed, Damian?"
Damian stared at Emerede, his drunkenness blurring her image. He filled his glass with more wine and smiled; she was joking with truthful connotations. However, it did not matter. No matter how hard Emerede tried, she could never be Serenity. "I do not need any consultants now," he said sharply, "tell whomever it is to get lost."
Emerede laughed bitterly, "even if it is some information about your precious Serenity?" she taunted his surprised face, "It's Endymion's mistress, she claims to have some valuable information about him."
Damian reeled back and his wine glass fell from his hand staining the white-carpeted floor. "Why is his mistress here?" he asked.
Emerede smiled, her lips formed a cruel smirk. "She says he dropped her like a hot potato after he got his wife. Sounds like one night with pure Serenity and Endymion is already throwing his harem out." She purposely made pure sound like a vile world.
Emerede did not see Damian move. It was as if he was on the end of the room one moment and near her the next. She dropped to her knees, feeling his power.
Blood dripped on the floor.
"You must never speak of her in that manner again, Emerede," Damian said, his voice deadly soft. "You will not like the consequences."
Emerede made choking noises as the bleeding from her mouth stopped. "Damn you Damian," she said going out of his room, "Damn you."
Nilima, who had been enjoying the show from the doorway, paused. There was something dangerous about King Damian, something almost more ruthless than Endymion. "King Damian, I have come to help you," she said.
Damian turned his head to look at her. Her hair was jet black as an earthen Raven's was and her eyes were deep green like Jade. Something about her was peculiarly appealing, maybe even enticing. She was not young in age, the lines evident on her face showed that, but her eyes held a sly and dangerous look that made men was to know what she was like, inside, and out. However, Damian was not like other men. He had eyes for one woman only. "Very well," he said, "speak."
Nilima smiled, "I can think of a plan, King Damian. You will get your Serenity and I will get to laugh at Endymion and his general's faces." She had not forgotten his pathetic generals either.
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Serenity woke to an unfamiliar banging on the door. She immediately got up sensing the strangeness of the room. The whiteness of the ceiling, the red carpet, and the perfectly cut red and white roses on the mahogany dresser…
Yesterday's events came crashing to her like the collision of two effervescent stars. Shaking herself awake, she went to answer the door.
"Queen Serenity," Abene exclaimed, "Your friends are here in Tehran hall. General Kunzite is threatening to kill them! Come quickly!"
Serenity immediately grabbed a robe and flew down the crystal staircase that led to the Tehran hall, named for Endymion's late aunt.
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*Lucius Marius and his sister are not in on an incest thing OK! They're just close, like Seiya, Yaten, and Taiki (not siblings) are to each other.