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Hi guys and gals, Shadow here with a preview of sorts of the Sailor Moon/Starcross Love crossover. I’ve been working on this lately, going slow and trying to do justice to the anime source, (episode 1 of the 90s series) while adding a few from the Japanese version from the same era. I believe the preservation’s there, but can I ask you fans IF I did a good job to comment below?
On to the preview.
“What the hell is this guy?!” one asked, disbelief all over his question, making a bit of horror’s chill knock at the door. Before the dark queen’s man could consider moving, Xavior appeared face to face with him and broke him in half over his head, drinking the blood that washed over him. After, Blackrose’s newly revived mate, saw his sword’s aura build, as if the blade wanted to feed, but it seemed different in a way, as if Kahimoto, the half demonic of the blade spirit spoke to his counter part, compelling Xavior to draw it.
Looking at it then the over three soldiers, it took little to deduce what it silently told the man, growing the smirk on his face. The fight to get back to Ervere, to Blackrose and his daughters needed a hand, and there was no way around that, having the vampire shadow step and take out the last two men, watching what seemed like blood though quite darker than crimson start to encase the steel of the weapon before slashing the air over a few of the corpses, letting what the Kahimoto had around it splatter into the bodies. “Fujiko, I can sense your worry. Don’t be afraid, I’ve found myself and am in control.” her friend and lord said calmly, the vampire tone in his voice, letting the blacksmith smile.
Watching the matter from Xavior’s sword move into the dead and having what looked like fangs appear on their foreheads, it became clear the spirit attached to the blade knew they didn’t have Cerberus and revealed one ability to the man. As the dead stood, one by one knelt before Blackrose’s mate, silently swearing loyalty to him, having Fujiko sheathe her weapon and stand next to Xavior, readying herself for the next step. Little needed saying, the feline blacksmith heard the screams and more coming from the thrown room, screams that made her ears twitch.
“Once we get out there, go to your queen’s side Luna.” Xavior said as he looked at the cat, the vampire within possibly bleeding through more than it should and perhaps scaring the adviser. That could’ve been worded more delicately, he admitted, but in times like this, things had to be done quickly, something the feline knew from her nod. Nobody could deny this was a moment that could turn the tide in favor of the moon kingdom, not to mention would send the two misplaced warriors home, Fujiko and Xavior knew that, having both walking through the door into chaos, Queen Serenity’s feline and the mindless thrall’s of the vampire following.
As soon as Xavior and his feline entered the next room, the vampire’s aura could be felt, sending waves of icy shivers though both factions, but Zoisite, the cowardly warrior of Queen Beryl decided to step forward. “What are you doing?! You were sent in to kill the warrior and his friend!” he said demanding an answer, unaware of what the seemingly living soldiers went through. Perhaps the blank gaze they gave off or Xavior himself made a chill come over the man but he drew his sword, watching strange warrior as he broke from his friend, something making Zoisite weak.
“Fujiko, I will take this filth personally, you and my recruits can have them.” Xavior said in a chuckle, letting the vampire nature through to speak as he pointed to a group of soldiers, most likely directing his slaves. Slowly unsheathing the Kahimoto sword, the undead man never lost sight of the worthless waste before him, entertaining what he might torment the being with. Oh, killing him then making the coward serve as a dog crossed his mind, Xavior wasn’t about to lie and say otherwise, but the smell of Zoisite’s cowardliness made him want to vomit. Nobody saw, maybe Blackrose’s husband shadow stepped so fast that Queen Beryl’s warrior didn’t see his weapon shatter and the vampire grabbed him by the throat, throwing him against a window, killing him.
After, the vampire’s icy gave turned towards the group the coward came from and smiled, fangs exposed. Oh, there were ways to kill the group, turning them into puppets like their friends wasn’t out of the question, but before Xavior could do that, a man with a white cape swooped down, crossing blades with him. “Poor fool, I killed your lover, didn’t I?” Blackrose’s mate asked mockingly, the demonic tone of the vampire in the undead man’s voice getting cockier while he parried this scum’s weapon. It took little to know that, the coward’s aura wasn’t too hard to miss on this man, having Xavior set his stance.
“I don’t know what you are, but you will die here!!!” Malachite said with thunder in his voice, the anger driving every word of the statement. Revenge was his right for what this monster did to the one he loved, that wasn’t in question, but Queen Beryl’s victory was so close, not even this being had a right to stop her, making the soldier come at Xavior, sword ready to strike. Right as his weapon was coming down, Malachite noticed the undead man moving to the side in an odd manner, catching his sword arm, compelling him to do a double take. “What the…. hell are you?!” Beryl’s soldier asked in both fear and anger, feeling this being about to rip his arm off.
Listening to this scum strain in pain sounded like some twisted dirge one might hear at a funeral, feeding Xavior. “I can smell your fear you spec of dust. I could play with you, but…” Blackrose’s husband whispered by Malachite’s ear, adding, “My wife, kingdom and daughters are waiting, kiss your life goodbye!” before taking the arm off in the most brutal sounding way imaginable, taking his head off for measure after. As Malachite’s body dropped, Xavior turned to the rest of Beryl’s soldier, grinning coldly before he said “RUN!”, attacking, killing and letting the Kahimoto sword make them mindless thralls.
As he, Fujiko and their army regrouped in front of Queen Serenity, the lines Queen Beryl spouted sounded like something Queen Chanista’s son might’ve said before Xavior silenced his ass, making the vampire want to vomit. “Yeah yeah, you’re gonna rule the universe, I’ve heard various SHIT before!!” Xavior said while walking in front of the moon’s queen, his vampire nature within his tone, adding bite to each word. Yes, it wouldn’t be as simple to attack the Negaforce’s queen outright, the ugly crown looked powerful, but it seemed like she saw her soldiers being turned, giving Blackrose’s mate an idea. “Look around! Most your troops are dead or my slaves, basically making your grand plan come out of the south end of a dragon!” Xavior said in a demonic laugh as he shadow stepped on a pillar, coming face to face with Beryl.”