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Before reading, I decided to go with the unedited Japanese version of Sailor Moon and the dubbed version, for names, don’t kick me. Please enjoy and give me thoughts and feedback. 🙂
“Time wasn’t on his side, one fact Xavior clung to as he sat back on his knees, the Kahimoto sheathed, as if he was giving in. “Blackrose, I won’t fear what I am anymore, you will be proud when you awaken, my dark cat!” he muttered as he saw her smiling in his head, like he connected to her again right before standing and crossing blades with the inner version of himself that tried coming up behind. Now, he wasn’t about to let his nature control him, not now that he finally found what he lost, and it was time to rise and claim the power she gave him, making Xavior disappear, meeting his nature’s blows with his, ending with the demon half at his feet.
Nothing was said for minutes on end, having Blackrose’s husband think his nature was plotting but as it looked at him, it saw what the vampire cat fell in love with return to the man. The vampire side knew that the last few seconds they traded blows wasn’t easy on either of them, the slow healing scars were proof of that, making it chuckle before it said, “And THERE it is, I knew we still had that in us!” in a demonic tone, though Xavior couldn’t help but note a little praise at the end. As the nature stood, it added, “Never forget, I’m a part of you!” coldly, as if the being wanted to say, “Slip, and I’ll control you.”, a warning affirming the vampire feline mate’s resolve.
Xavior wasn’t going to forget that again, making him nod before the entity disappeared back into him. Once it did, he felt the vampire side surface, controlled, the power at his fingertips. If a word could be used to describe the feeling, it’d be intoxicating, having the undead man chuckle demonically, wanting to run wild and unleash it, but Xavior knew better. Turning, though time for him and the nature’s words and battle slowed, Blackrose’s mate saw a few men, no doubt this Queen Beryl’s soldiers in the room and Fujiko about to strike, compelling a dark smirk to appear across his face before snapping his fingers to unfreeze time and use Kahimoto to slash a few men in half.
Though she only caught what seemed like a blur, or in other words, a shadow step, Fujiko saw her friend’s husband in front of her, blood of the fallen men all over him. It couldn’t be ignored that Xavior communed with the inner vampire and fought against it, but she wasn’t sure which stood before her, making her fur stand up. Sure, the feline needed to know, this wasn’t the time to ask however, having the woman ready herself for the next set of men, but as soon as they entered the room and saw their fallen comrades, fear froze them in place, looking at her lord.
“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!” she 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 Blackrose’s mate 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 grabbing him by the throat, throwing him against a window, killing him.”