Epilogue:
It's An Addiction, A Pattern, Of Repetition, A Must, That the Moon Brings in Many Hopeful Lovers,
And the Darkness only brings Evil Lust
He'd been from the future too. He'd waited and returned to the time when his cousin Diamond would have been taking over Crystal Tokyo. He'd watched the young moon princess grow up in the shadow of her all too heavenly mother Neo Queen Serenity and all too noble father King Endymion.
They all despised his obsession. Maybe this was the fault in which had caused Diamond's demise…but he didn't care. She grew older, taking her mother's footsteps with grace, growing into a pink haired goddess. It wasn't until she was older that he had seen the opposing force; the force that destroyed his cousin's demise. Something called fate, and something called innocent love. Love for them was never innocent. Innocence never stayed; it faded with time, as the universe grew larger and worlds grew colder. Melanite had never had a soft spot for the innocent of these things, and knew that his princess didn't belong amongst these pure beings. The people of the Nemesis knew only one thing; their own Queen had showed them once that the ways of the Moon, the Queens of Serenity, were nothing but innocent faces masking the isolation of the unfortunate.
He looked at the boy, the young man that took his place behind the Neo Princess. The same boy that struck him as; all too familiar.
It wasn't until he finally realized it was the same boy who took away his own lustful mistress right in front of his eyes. The man with the golden horn, and pure white skin and matching silver hair that took her red eyes with a glow. The man that hid behind the appearance of a magical creature, pure and glowing. The boy that took her hair in her pink soft wisps' and ran his fingers through it. The King saw this too and took it with fatherly hesitance. He didn't take it with hesitance. He saw it as a challenge.
He'd take his princess back the same way Diamond had taken his blonde haired, blue eyed princess to the Dark side of the Moon. He would win her heart once again, and strike her power to take over the moon. But there was one thing he wouldn't do; make the mistake of underestimating the power of the moon. He wouldn't follow in Diamond's footsteps, apart from his allies constant nagging. Peridot had grown into as much of a diva as Morganite, who complained only to be soothed by Alexandrite, who could be as cool as ice and as strong as fire.
He'd change her future. He'd take back his lady, the lady with the red eyes, long flowing pink hair, long white legs that peaked out of the daring black dress with the high-pitched diabolical giggle. He'd take back his lady alright; his Wicked Lady.
Author's Note: