Prologue
The water fountain in front of the Dark-light palace was
stained red. A fierce battle between the head of the palace and the
sailor scoutshad taken place. The red was from the blood of Sailor
Mercury. While she had not been killed, she had been severely
wounded, causing the other scouts to retreat. While Sailors Venus,
Mars, & Jupiter managed to get away, Sailor Mercury was kidnapped.
The head of the palace, being the lord of the Dark Universe, the
dimension which had spawned from the Negaverse, was able to overpower
all of the Scouts. This had been the sole reason that they were
forced to retreat.
Sailor Mercury was being kept alive by a sort of life support
system. This included Artificial respiration. The head of the palace
was named Alucard. He was cloaked in darkness. The only part of his
body that was visible was the bottom half of his face. It had a scar
that went from his lower left jaw to his upper right jaw. He had
received it during the fight. Mars had sent her Celestial Fire
Surround attack, and wounded him. That was when he became mad, and
nearly killed Sailor Mercury.
As Alucard stared at his wounded opponent, he was trying to
think of how he could use the present situation to his advantage.
"Diamite! Present yourself to me!" His loud booming voice
echoed throughout his entire palace. A black flame appeared in front
of Alucard.
"Yes, master," a voice said before the flame had time to
disappear.
"I want you to keep tabs on the Sailor Scouts. Make sure
that they don't reach my palace again. I have waited too long for
this opportunity to go down the tubes."
"Yes, master," said Diamite. The monster was made up of a
substance very similar to that of a diamond. The only difference was
that the monster could be killed, but no one had yet found a way.
The monster disappeared.
"So, I do have people to oppose me." Alucard looked at
Sailor Mercury. "Oh well...they won't be able to hold me
off much longer. And as soon as this one wakes up, she will join me
in conquering the world." Alucard laughed maniacally.
Darien was looking out his apartment window. It was 4:30 in
the afternoon. He had the look of fear in his face. His forehead
was covered with sweat.
"So," he said to himself. "You're back."
