AN: Modern Dark!Serenity? Have I ever written this? Why am I starting now?
"I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night."
- Halsey, Nightmare
Let everyone else have the daylight. Let them have the warmth on their face, and the sun in their eyes. Let the flowers blossom and bloom. Let them safely mingle in the streets, without fear of what might be lurking in the dark.
No, she was the night, lit by the shadows, glowing under a full moon.
Day belonged to the others, to those who walked in the light. For those who kept their hands clean, who believed in a glass half full.
Optimism, what good had it been to her?
Her warriors did their best work in the hours where others were sleeping — hiding, stalking, and dispatching youma with increasingly devastating attacks. Ruthless uses of their elements — eviscerating would-be attackers, sending them back to the Dark Kingdom.
And yet someone eluded her. Someone who also inhabited in the night.
She knew he was out there. The dashing man in the well-cut tuxedo. She was intrigued. Why had he shown up? Yes, he lent a spare hand now and then, but he refused to deliver a killing blow. With her powers, she meted out divine intervention - more often killing than saving, although she had the power to do both.
What to do with him? Kill him and take back their domain? Her warriors thought he was better left alive - that there was information he wasn't sharing with them. Perhaps she could talk him out of their turf. Let him have the day, they would keep the night. Underneath those pristine white gloves, was there a pair of hands ready to be sullied? To do unspeakable things? She shook her head, blonde pigtails flowing. He seemed too good, too pure to involve himself in such matters.
And yet, there was a part of her that wanted to knock off that silly hat, to mess up his hair, and to remove the disguise and discover his true identity.