Prologue (Part One)
Taking place in the Silver Millenium, Pluto
Summary: Setsuna's past has always been kept a secret for thousands of years from the Sailor Scouts. The reason she is so stoic and serious might be from her painful childhood before she meet the scouts.
Hey, well this is an alternate story to "Falling into the Darkness" I hope it meets with your approval. Please review so that I can get my insperation and continue writing both stories simultaneously. Rated for sexual and graphic content, violence and language. (I was actually getting shivers writing this chapter it's so graphic.)
This chapter is about her mom, Samara having an affair with Taiken, a servant of the royal household. They are caught by her husband, Makar, and torture ensues. The prequel will be at least two chapters, if not more because I have a lot to say about the circumstances in which Setsuna is being born into.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters or environments, but I do own Samara, Taiken And Makar.
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"Hey, stop that !" She said giggling not really wanting him to stop his sweet kisses around her body.
"As soon as you tell me that I am the king of this land" he said teasingly and gave her a passionate kiss.
They kissed for a couple more minutes, their tongues dueling for more passion. He pulled away and started to kiss her neck and her earlobes, which he knew had sent a shiver through his lovers body. She had been playing with his shaggy hair, and let him touch and kiss her anywhere he pleased for she enjoyed him. His hands were sliding down her perfect waist, and stopped at her thighs. She still had her fingers intertwined in his hair. He loved hearing her moan and groan the way she did, this was his job, to keep her wanting more, and he loved it. She was loving this, he was so much better that her husband, he actually paid attention to every part of her that made her moan, groan and send shivers up her spine, he was the best lover that any queen could have.
They spent another half an hour making love to each other.
After her breathlessness had passed and she could breath normally again, she spoke "Taiken, you know that in my heart you will always be king, and that is more precious than land, people and jewels. Don't you agree?"
"Yes I agree, but I can dream can't I? My queen, your highness."
"Yes, you can my King." She caressed his smooth cheeks and looked into his deep ruby eyes and kissed him again. He embraced her back. Their naked bodies pressing against one another glistening with sweat from their last "session". The heat from their bodies seemed to be creating a mirage around their bodies. She got up and started to dress herself.
He watched hypnotized as she put on her robe over her smooth body. The emerald silk robe matched her emerald green hair. She was indeed the queen of goddesses. He watched as the robe hugged her every curve, her shoulders, her waist, her hips. She was so beautiful. It seemed a shame that she had to be married to some pig that didn't respect her and treat her like the goddess she was. He walked up to her and embraced her around her delicate waist. He could smell her hair, it was fragrant with the smell of vanilla. He proceeded to kiss her neck. She giggled but pushed away from him. "Maybe you should get dressed," she said admiring his nakedness.
"Maybe I should, but maybe wouldn't you rather to see me naked?" he teased putting his hands on his hips.
"I would love to keep you always like this so I could admire your wonderfully built body." she said running her fingernails down his chest. He shivered when she touched him. "But, unfortunately, my husband will be arriving soon from his trip and I need to get dressed, so you must leave."
"Too bad that pig has to come back so quickly."
"Yeah, that bastard. I bet that he has slept with every servant and slave in here, whether they wanted to or not. He is such a sex addict. He's not even real royalty. He became a duke because the last king didn't leave a legitimate heir, the only blood relative that could be found was this bastard, son of a whore. He has bastard blood in him. Damn political marriages." she spat "If there hadn't been civil war then I would have never had to marry him. At least I have you." she said turning to her lover, who was now sitting down fully clothed and putting on his shoes. He got up and kissed her forehead gently.
"I truly am sorry for what you have to go through," he spoke "if you weren't royalty then we could be together, but like you said you have me and I have you, that's good enough for me"
She smiled and kissed him. "Thank you, I wish we could be together but we can't and my husband will be here any moment so you must leave." she kissed him good-bye and let him leave. After a few minutes of loneliness she called her personal servant to dress her.
"How could you? You good-for-nothing whore!" He spat with anger as his palm hit her delicate facial features. With the force of the blow she was sent to the floor where she laid holding her swollen cheek. She gently stood up and spat in his face sending him to a fit of rage.
"You whore!" again he slapped her other cheek and again she was sent to the floor.
"You think that I wouldn't find out? You really thought that you could get away with fucking this shit!"
"He's better than you will ever be!" she yelled back from the floor.
He grabbed her emerald green hair and lifted it up so that he could see her face. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. "Don't you ever compare me to that scum! You here me!" he threatened in a low raspy voice.
"As if you weren't a bastard yourself, as if you don't remember that your mother was a whore," she replied quietly but with enough hatred in her voice to leave her husband stunned.
He looked at her in horror.
"How dare you say that to me!" he responded, his eyes wide with rage. He threw her head down, and she continued to caressing her swollen cheeks. He walked out of the room for a couple of minutes. When he walked back in two guards followed him each one holding an arm of her lover.
"For both of your indiscretion you will both be punished severely." He spoke calmly now.
"What are you going to do to him Makar?" she questioned with fear in her voice.
"Just watch Samara. For disgracing your husband, he will suffer dire consequences and punishments, and you will be forced to watch the torture of your lover." He replied with amusement lacing his voice and an ugly grin decorating his mouth.
She raised her dainty hands to her lips with horror and ran to her husband grabbing hold of his arm.
"Don't do it. Please I beg of you! Please! No!" she sobbed pleading to her husband.
He responded by slapping her down again were she began to sob uncontrollably.
The palace guards tied Taiken to the wall with ropes imprisoning him and immobilizing him. He had tears coming down from his ruby eyes, now as dark as blood with hatred. How dare he treat her the way he does. She's to be treated like the queen that she is. He looked kindly upon Samara's torn body. It tore him inside to see his love in so much pain, he would give up his life a million times before he would let anything happen to the love of his life, but know he was imprisoned and couldn't do anything to help heal her wounds, just watch and that was enough torture for him.
"Now, hand me the whip," The king commanded. Immediately a guard handed him a black leather whip with three tails and little hooks at the end of them.
Samara looked at the ends in horror as her husband began to advance on Taiken. She grabbed her husband by his arms
"Don't do this, please I'll do anything, just please don't hurt him" she looked into her husbands eyes.
"Get off of me. You don't have the right to be even touching me let alone requesting anything from me right now." He replied and pushed her off of him. She heard the slash of the whip cut through the air and land on her lover with a snap. Taiken howled at the pain. The hooks had been embedded into his skin and as the king pulled it off of him he could see the pieces of flesh rip off his body. Again and again the king whipped him with all the rage in his body and every time the hooks ripped yet another piece of flesh, Samara could feel the pain through the agonizing groans of her lover.
"NOO! STOP, PLEASE, STOP!" she sobbed putting her body in between her husband and lover. Resting her head on Taiken's bloody shoulders.
"Please don't make this any worse," Taiken whispered to her.
Looking into his eyes she spoke in a soft whisper that only he could hear "But I can't watch you go through this torture, every time I hear the whips land on your body and tear away another piece of flesh off your perfect body, it's also tearing a piece of my soul away. I would rather die than let you continue with this pain and suffering."
"I will endure all I can for our love, and know that I will always love you no matter what. You are a goddess and need to be strong. You are the most spectacular women that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love you." With that said she kissed his tender lips.
"I can't let you keep hurting him like this, you bastard" she yelled at Makar.
"Move or you will also feel the sting of this whip."
"I can't, I won't let you."
Before she could hear the snap of the leather she felt the sting of hooks in her skin ripping her gown and skin away. She let a pained yell escape her perfect lips as tears rolled down he soft, velvet cheeks in torrents of pain.
"Suit yourself" the king replied.
"Go please go, I don't want to see you in pain, please Samara, go" Taiken pleaded with her.
"Know that I love you, and I will vindicate you, even if it's the last thing I do. Believe me." She kissed him one last final time with all the passion that the held within each other and was pulled away from her lover by the two guards.
"I think that I'm done whipping him," Makar said handing the whip to the guard that had handed it to him initially.
He walked slowly to the torn up body of Taiken. "Did you think that you could sleep with my wife and get away with it unpunished? You scum. Both of you." He growled to them both. "Now I can't even touch her because she's filthy with your touch and smut." He spoke to Taiken only inches away from his face. Taiken spat into his face all the bloody saliva that he had in his mouth.
"HOW DARE YOU! FOR THIS YOU SHALL SURELY DIE!" he grasped Taiken's hair to expose his neck and with a quick movement of his wrist had slashed Taiken's neck, killing him.
Before Samara could say anything or attack him, the king told the guards to take her away. She tried to break free and run to her fallen lovers side and bid him a last farewell, but in the process the guard hit her temple and knocked her leaving a limp body for them to carry to the royal chamber.
The king stood in front of the dissembled body holding a bloody knife. Wiping the spit off his face with the back of his hand.
"As you know see, no one can get away with sleeping with my wife."
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