Author's Note

I don't OWN Sailor Moon…. Yet the story concept is mine…. Please don't take it without my consent…. PLEASE……….

I've decided, with a vote from Raining Silver to continue the side-story! So if you want to read more on the past of the Silver Millenium that occurs in this story, and about various little odds and ends on the OCs, go to SOC: Silver Millenium.

Well, our third person has shown us every person except for the villains. It's their turn! Enjoy!

PS- Flashbacks are going to be indicated by italics when they are past events. Think of it as a scene change…hehe

Serena or Catarina?

Chapter 23: He Killed Her!

Slow, jagged steps marked his path. They could see his intent. He was trying to fight the command. He could not kill Catarina, yet he was walking towards her. He cursed himself. How had this happened? How had he put himself in this situation? He could blame seeing that angel on the battlefield once long ago, long before he knew her name…

Walking along, Terrance had been reading his favorite novel, Sailor Failure, a memoir dedicated to his Aunt Beryl and her great plans of universal takeover. It wasn't very often that he ventured out through the Negaverse beyond his father's zone, due to his lack of demonic strength. Unlike most half-demons, he lacked any real demonic powers, minus some minor reign over ice powers and mind control techniques. He was useless, and if he ran into what they called a Sailor Scout, he was sure he would have been killed.

It was a strange time. His father had been making threats against a galaxy if they didn't feed into his demands. They were a warring people. He had never heard his father curse so much over one group of people. His mother was there amongst them somewhere. She apparently was of such extreme beauty that his father demanded her. He was born, and his mother cast him away. She was apparently very important, and having a half-demon child was too much for the woman.

As his mind wandered among various things, including a possible memoir in honor of his father, he heard the sounds of a battle. Drexel was always telling his father about Sailor Scout battles that kept occurring in large amounts on the border. He had desired to see one ever since he first heard the words escape Drexel's mouth. His father wouldn't care.

"If you die out there, it is your own damn fault," Rowan said to him, shooing him away. "Now let me be—I'm plotting maniacally."

He found the battle fairly easy, since screaming demons were always easy to follow. He stood at a distance, and it was then that he saw her. Her paled face sweating with fatigue, and her pale blue hair fell delicately to her ankles, a ribbon forgotten in two on the ground nearby. Two others were with her, and it was a safe bet that she was a Sailor Scout, the enemy of demons everywhere.

Yet he didn't care about those other demons. He wasn't one of them. He was just the half-demon that was forced to live with his father. It may have been a cold existence, but it had been sheltered, and he was far from the others. So he walked right up to the Sailor Scouts, their battle finished and they were unable to fight for much longer. They turned to fight him, but she rose her hand.

"Hold your fire," the blue-haired angel said mysteriously. She stood, and came out to him immediately.

"Hello," Terrance said.

"Hello," she said, smiling warmly…

He had been walking then too. He was about ten feet away from her now, and desired anything more in the world for the ability to stop. His father, Rowan, watched in the shadows. He knew his son was a dimwit for falling for a weak Sailor Scout, of all people, but he figured he got it from himself. He too, had fallen for a weak Imperial…
You could hear his sister laughing all throughout the Negaverse.

"You think that being is worth your time?" she laughed. "If I ever fell for a pathetic human, I'd hope I'd die by a group of Sailor Scouts!"

"Beryl," Rowan said angrily. "None of the demonesses around here look like the humans, and this one is different. If anything, she is close to a demoness herself."

"Tell me when this is over whether or not she's pregnant. Because if she is, I want to kill the child in the womb," Beryl said, sickened. She left. Rowan smiled at the image of the teal-eyed woman before him.

"No matter what Beryl says, you will bear my child."

He quickly grabbed an expendable army, and came down on the kingdom.

"Rowan," the new Imperial Queen hissed. "What brings you back so soon?"

"If you don't want your people to suffer a terrible tragedy, I wish to have that woman there," Rowan announced. Gee, if they didn't buy this ruse, he better run, and fast. The queen just laughed.

"Well well," she said, laughing. "You leave me no choice Rowan. Take her. Just be warned, if you kill that woman there, you will never see the light of day again."

Rowan could only imagine the horrors that queen would inflict, since her Scout powers had not been transferred into a newborn child. He would honor her request, but it would be the last real favor he'd ever willingly give to a Sailor Scout…

Aspera watched with desperation. She knew he loved her more. She knew it. She could feel it in her heart with each step he took. However, he was still stopping, which meant that he still held those faded feelings she had worked so hard to destroy. Those feelings she tried to juxtapose onto herself. That princess had everything she never could: a home, a family, power, wealth, wisdom, friends, and men fawning her, just dying to be with her. None of those things came to the girl that was forced to watch over the princess from the moment she was born. She hated that child more than she hated herself, which said a lot. And fortunately for her, she was a gifted magician since birth…

Looking to the sky, she saw the beacon. The signal of distress from the princess. She smiled as she ran back to the castle.

"She'll never return!" Aspera thought with glee. "As long as no one says my name, and she never falls in love again, she will never remember anything, nor will her powers return!"

Her face turned sour as she saw two men run out of the castle.

"The princess is in danger Terrance!" one cried.

"I know Thomas. However, that call is coming from too far away. Only the Sailor Scouts can get to her now," her beloved Terrance said, looking depressed. She hated seeing him like that. She would have to draw them apart, and she knew just how to do it. She crept past the men, sure that they would eventually go their separate ways again. She took to the princess' secretive Ambassador Getaway, and ran for the diary she always left on the table. She quickly looked through for a page of condemning evidence. She found the page she was looking for. She tore out the page and ran upstairs, "crying" as she ran back up, to find that Terrance had already gone. Thomas saw her troubled glance and ran to her side.

"What is it Aspera?"

"Read this!" she sobbed. "It's so horrible! I know it was wrong of me to pry, but I saw her diary open and there was this!"

Thomas read the page, and his face turned cold. She knew it was started the moment she gave him that page, and she ran to Terrance.

"Terrance! Terrance! It's horrible!" Aspera cried. "Thomas is running around blaming you for the signal!"

"You must be joking Aspera," Terrance said, a cold tone in his voice. She leaned up next to him, using her powers of persuasion as he slowly softened his appearance. He was hers, and there was no more princess to take him away. She would continue a long endured search, and take care of any and all friends of that princess of hers, who would likely blame her for the crime of the missing princess. She would kill all of them, so that Terrance could be hers forever…

This wasn't right. Serenity wasn't supposed to have survived. She wasn't even supposed to survive the first night. She realized planting the thought in Thomas's head that Terrance was the mastermind of the situation may have shifted blame, but it hurt her plan at the same time. However, Serenity would die, right after Catarina. They were fortunate to be standing next to each other.

"You cannot save the damned," she thought to herself…

Terrance had never been so scared. He didn't want to kill her, but Aspera had control of his entire body. It was like watching a quality horror flick. He was afraid of how the girls behind him would react, how his father would react, if he killed the one human he loved. He reached for Catarina now, as he saw her say something to everyone, but no words came out. She then placed one of her hands with his. It was then as if the volume had been turned up on the television set, and her words filled him with her sweet, calm voice.

"Terrance, if you want to kill me, I shall give you your sword so that you may do so. But remember what you told me. Remember what YOU said. Remember what I said."

And with that she handed him his sword, as the scout next to her looked in shock. The volume was fortunately gone as the whole group screamed at her. Her voice and Aspera's were the only ones he seemed to hear.

"She's letting you end her life for her crimes. Do it Terrance, so that we can be together, forever," Aspera's haunting voice said in his invaded mind. He didn't want to be hers forever!

"Relax everyone. This is his trial alone. He knows what his goal is, and if he is not strong enough, my blood will be on his blade."

"But you could die!" he heard Sailor Jupiter say. He didn't know why, but that girl had gotten through to him. She had broken the same barrier that Aspera had built to fend off Catarina.

"Then I shall die. I have committed a crime. I have left my people to suffer."

The Sailor Scout next to her, Sailor Moon, seemed to object, and then ask a question.

"I have faith," Catarina replied.

"Terrance! KILL HER!" Aspera cried out. Terrance raised the blade. He saw it happening, and wanted control. He would have died for control right then. He closed his eyes and focused, as the noise of the area around him suddenly came back. He found himself, the blade still raised, and staring at his princess who was smiling.

"NO!" Aspera screeched, and cursed every word in the sailor's dictionary as she charged at Catarina.

"ASPERA'S OUT FOR THE PRINCESS!" Thomas cried from behind him, as he saw the knight come out of nowhere to meet up with the crazed woman, fending her off.

"Terrance," Catarina said, catching his attention. "You can put that sword down, you know."

Blushing, he quickly sheathed his blade, and hugged Catarina.

"Thank you so much my princess. Thank you for saving me from her grasp."

The group stared in shock.

"Okay, touchy moment over Terrance! Now help me take care of her!" Thomas shouted.

"Jealousy is a cruel demon, isn't it?" Terrance said smugly, as he ran off to assist with the rabidly fighting Aspera…

His father, Rowan, laughed in the shadows as the conversation continued.

"I done tol' y'all she liked 'im!" Jennifer said, as Catarina pouted.

"Now that's rude! Just so you know I'm not randomly hugged by people!"

"You mean by people you love," Mandessa said coyly.

"Sh-shut up!" Catarina exclaimed.

"I don't know what's stranger," Sailor Jupiter said. "The fact that she likes Terrance now or the fact that Sailor Moon and her still look like sisters."

"You've got a valid point," Knight Samuel said. Rowan didn't know who was more ridiculous: his dimwit son, the failure Aspera, or this group of girls. They all shared equal qualities of stupidity.

"Excuse me," Queen Sandstonia said, waving her arms at them. "Aren't our lives still in danger? Rowan is here!"

The group's attention, was on Aspera however, who was now being dragged by Thomas and Terrance toward the princess.

"Well, Aspera, it looks like you failed me," Rowan said now, scaring the group.

"I haven't failed yet," Aspera muttered, breaking from their grasp and driving towards Catarina and Sailor Moon. The two seemed shocked, as they both froze in place. She couldn't claim her worth anymore. She was as good as dead, and she knew this last ditch effort was in vain.

"You have brought Rowan upon us," he heard Catarina whisper faintly.

"Then I have still succeeded. Everyone will die, starting with you!"

Rowan laughed halfheartedly...

She had her chance. She could have her Terrance and her kingdom yet. But her attack was suddenly stopped. A blade protruded from her body, a blade she knew very well.

"So he repents," she whispered, her views slowly fading. "Princess, time is out. You cannot save the damned."

"I know," her Princess replied, as the evil that was Aspera, died…

Author's Note

So next time…

"I might reconsider fighting, if I receive a kiss from one of the pretty ladies."

I won't even go there. Later!