An here we have another chapter! I know you're all as excited as I am! Sailor Moon does not belong to me, it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and some other Japanese folks and used to belong to some Canadians, too, but not anymore.

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'What are we dong today after school Amy can we to to the Arcade" Serena whined. She wore her hair in two pigtales with dumplings at the top. She wore a pretty pink skirt with sparkles sown on the hem and a green plaid blouse with bunny rabbit buttons.

"No Serena we have to study" the blue haired bookworm told her friend Serena. Amy was wearing a jeans shorts red sandals and a lacy top.

"Thats right odango-atama you need to study. Or do you want to fail math again" said Darien. He was wearing leather pants and a ripped jacket. (AN: HOTTT!) He was also with them.

So were Lita, Raye, Mina, Amara, Michelle, and Sakura from Naruto. (AN - what's she doing here? You'll just have to wait and see! Dun dun dunnnnn...)

Serena's sapphire eyes filled with tears. Why were her friends so mean to her all the time. Someday shed run away to America and make them all sorry!

"Want to go to the movies Darien?" Raye said smiling evilly at Serena.

Two crystal tears slid down Serena's cheeks. Raye was supposed to be her friend. Why was she trying to steal Darien all the time?

"We don't have time! There's that new enemy!" said Artemus (he was there too). "The computer says one of them is here!"

Everyone was surprised. The enemy was here?

And lo, the enemy was there. One moment, nothing, and the next, madness. People screamed as if their souls were being sundered and cloven apart with the hot knives of Torquemada himself.

Where is it? What is it? the friends asked themselves, needing to know yet fearing to know lest they go mad. The evil that leached through the very ground itself was almost palpable. They had never faced anything like this before, no, never. Never never never...

They did not see the abomination, no, not at first, nor did any of the suffering souls whose lives ebbed away on the crowded streets of Juuban. Rather, a strange sursurration moved through the air--a whisper, a shout, a warning. Evil comes, evil comes, and the earth itself shall cry in pain.

The sky in front of them parted like a curtain as terrible hands pushed aside reality as if it were nothing more than the screen on a child's puppet theater. You are all puppets in my show, the gesture seemed to say, and I shall make you all dance at my whim.

And, ah! that which came through the tear in the sky was not something that could be described by mortal man, although your humble author shall try her very best with the paltry words at her disposal. For the undead Ladies of La Tenebrae, the daughters of Our Lady of Darkness herself, have the sort of horrible beauty that inflames not desire, but the feverish madness of the poet, the dreamer, and the psychotic serial killer who gives the police a run for their money.

The skin of the undead was fine and pale like purest marble, but although it was unmarked by maggot, decay, or blemish, the smooth whiteness of her skin had an air of corruption to it, and the sheen to her long, dark hair put one in mind not so much of the silken hair of maidens who sang by the rivers of Babylon as it did to the sliminess that gathers around the drain holes of sinks unattended to by slatternly housewives.

And her face, ah! her face! Were it unmasked, none there on the streets of Juuban would survive, for such is the horrible beauty of the Daughters of Tenebrae, the Wrestlers of the Vasty Deep. I already told you about the feverish madness, but perhaps Gentle Reader wasn't paying attention, hmm?

Anyhow...

The mask on her face was nearly as terrible as the beauty it was meant to hide. It was crafted of finest silks and velvets and covered the entirety of her face, but left her long, elegant neck bare. The patterns of red and black that crossed and curled across the mask suggested words written in some profane alphabet, words that spoke of things that man was not meant to know.

The leather and latex of her red wrestling uniform covered a body so perfectly proportioned that Pygmalion himself would have wept in despair because never, never! could he have sculpted such a perfect Galatea.

And even Serena, she who would be Serenity of the new and holy Kingdom of the Moon, wept in bitter despair, for the children of Mater Tenebrae (born in ruin and darkness out of the most unholy and unspeakable of unions) are fair and desireable to womankind, even those who had never longed for the touch of their own kind. They knew she was the embodiment of all that is loathsome and evil, and yet all of them--to a woman (and yes, I'm including Darien in that statemnt)--would have given themselves over to the Luchadore without even stopping to mourn their own lost innocence.

But the spell was broken as La Luchadore raised an arm with the slow inevitability of a dark prophecy, and pointed a clawed finger at the assembled Senshi. When she called out in a tongue that was old long before the tongues of man were even a thought, birds fell screaming from the sky as the horrible words clove the very air itself.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

The clattering words were spoken, and burgeoning desire turned to loathing and revulsion.

"WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Serena said. "I don't want to fight."

"Don't be such a cry baby Serena!" Luna (she was there too) told her. "Quick! Turn into Sailor Moon!"

"Yes everyone transform!" Ami said raising her blue transformation pen.

Everyone raised their pens (except Darien who didn't have one) and spun around. Serena's skirt turned blue with a red ribbon. Amy's turned blue with a pink ribbon (AN: I changed it because it was boring. If you don't like it, tough!). Ray's was red and purple. Lita's was green and pink. Mina's was orange with blue. (AN: I can't remember what color Amara's is). Michelles was blue and green and Sakura's was silver with golden trim and a pretty pink ribbon that was longer than everyone elses and had bells sown to the ends.

"Okay monster! Prepare to eat fire!" yelled Sailor Mars.

"No Raye! Fire won't work!" yelled Sailor Mercury.

"She's right fire only makes it stronger!" yelled Luna.

"FOOLS! YOU'LL NEVER BEAT ME! MWAHAHAAHAA!"

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AN: Sorry 'bout the cliffie, but I'll only post the next chapter after I get 10 reviews!