As the Guardian watched the many crystals leave the Cauldron, ready to become stars, It felt a sense of satisfaction and pride. It was the creator of all Life. It controlled all Life. Yet It was in no way arrogant, for It was a God; It did not feel the emotions of Its mortal creations. No, the Guardian just watched. Yet, as It watched, It noticed a flaw. A patch of darkness had begun to form within the Cauldron. The Guardian had predicted this would happen, and knew that if It did not act, the dark patch would grow and eventually taint the Cauldron. Knowing that such an event would kill all Life, the Guardian grasped the dark patch firmly and expelled it from the Cauldron. Yet, It knew that the dark patch would grow on the outside, and would attempt to destroy all Life. And all the Guardian could do was watch, for if It left its post within the Cauldron, It would diminish, and all could be brought to a swift end.

Indeed, the dark patch grew into a cloud. A cloud capable of devouring entire stars like a Black Hole. Except that the cloud had a conscience; it felt and thought. As it devoured stars, it grew in size and power. It could not be stopped, for it had no substance to speak of. The people came to fear this cloud, and looked upon it as the symbol of destruction.

Then, when the people's fear was at its greatest, the cloud suddenly disappeared. The people rejoiced at the prospect of once again living without fear of inevitable death. But the Guardian knew better. It watched as, on a planet black as darkness itself, the cloud took the form of a human woman. Yet, she wasn't human. She was an undead goddess. Or rather, she was an undead devil, for she sprouted wings like those of a bat, and her eyes were blood red. The Guardian watched as the woman journeyed to the Cauldron, and upon her arrival, began taking maturing stars from the Cauldron and give them a small fraction of her great power. With time, she had an unstoppable army of demi-gods and demi-goddesses. When her army was completed, the woman, through mass telepathy, spoke to all the people. "People of the Galaxy, the days of the Old Age are numbered! Soon, I shall unleash my armies upon the worlds I deem unfit for the coming age, and bless in person the worlds I deem worthy! Know my name, and the names of my children, the Sailor Soldiers! I am Sailor Chaos, Soldier of Destruction!"

As Sailor Chaos destroyed star after star, the Guardian weeped. Of course, It knew this would happen. There cannot be Light without Darkness. After an age of Light, an age of Darkness must follow suit. Yet, while the Guardian weeped, It also knew that this age of Darkness would end, for Darkness is also followed by Light. With time, a hero would arise and cleanse the Galaxy of Sailor Chaos and her Army of Darkness.