AN: If I had more than a hot second, I would love to explore this idea a bit further. Unfortunately, my novels and OCs are once again standing in the way of fanfic... A play on Venus aka the morning star aka Lucifer... Just stay with me.

"I can't look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on Heaven's boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you've gone too far
So I, I can't look at the stars..."

Stars, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

She had fallen. Cast out of the Lunar kingdom to a territory the glittering court had never deemed worthy of a second thought.

Earth.

Rather than pain, she felt numb. Unsure. Without confidence. All emotions that had never entered her system previously.

And where was she exactly on this goddess forsaken planet?

Opening her eyes, she looked around to see a vast red desert. Dunes undulated as far as the eye could see. To the north, a range of mountains jutted raggedly towards the sky. Even the terrain of this hateful planet was without sophistication. As the wind picked up around her, she wondered if she were to remain still... Would the dunes cover her? Erase her from existence? The once great Senshi of Venus swept away forever in the Middle Eastern lands of an uncivilized planet?

But this would not be her tale.

Her hand went to her side, but the sword was gone - stripped away before she was tossed aside.

Contemplatively, her fingers gently caressed the strands of the chain, still strapped to her waist. That which was hers could not be taken away - even from the mighty Selenity.

Blonde hair whipping in the wind, she began walking. As she moved forward, her thoughts forced her to recall the ugly scene that had brought her to this moment. A misunderstanding. An overstep. A miscalculation of where her royal highness's loyalties lay. The scorn of her sister warriors. She, the leader, the golden one banished in an instant.

Would she take on the Lunar kingdom?

Or would she show remorse?

Would they ever let her return?

Would they listen to her plea?

Or would she be removed and forgotten from their histories?

No, she would demand her seat next to the throne. She would take and not ask.

But first, she would need an army. Stopping, she knelt in the fine sand and buried her hand, losing it in the grit. There was magic here. Deep within the soil, she was shocked to find unexpected energy. While she did not have the Martian's touch, there was power. Power that others did not know of.

From her studies, she also knew there were men.

Smiling for the first time since her fall from grace, she realized her redemption was still possible. Where there were men, she had a chance. Men were corruptable. Men had base needs and desires that she could exploit. Recalling the fundamentals of politics on this wretched planet, her first step would be to seek out one of the legendary generals... Soldiers in hereditary positions of power. Lords over vast domains. After all, she couldn't walk up and seduce the prince himself.

"Halt."

Venus looked in the direction of the deep voice which had spoken. Hair as long as hers and as silver as a winter storm waved around an unmoving face.

AN: In my head, this is a fraction of a super large space opera where Venus tries to find redemption using the Shitennou (and perhaps falls in love in the process but not before a lot of betrayal, etc.).