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The Return of the Queen

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Hahaha! It's not midnight yet in the Pacific Northwest! Now I can go die. :iconmessier-senshi:, I give you my offering for round 3. At this point, this piece was in charge of me, not I of it.


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Liv felt the last wisps of the dream pull away from her body, the cyclone's winds softly pushing her out. She could still feel the tendrils of her connection with the other Sisters like a cloak, her power was still amplified beyond her normal range. She felt the approach of allies as their forms were drawing near to her location, responding to her summons.

Her attention was rudely brought to the here and now by a blast of energy as it tore past her temple. Her pale skin and hair were slightly singed and she whipped her head around to face the culprit. Her gaze was drawn to the very Sister she had been seeking. Cecily stood before her, crackling with energy, and ready to fire another blast at her. Well, Liv supposed it was her... the creature who wore Cecily's face was a twisted and broken version of the formerly good woman known as Sailor NGC 6402. Her eyes glared at her with hatred and madness, but also with despair. The crazed pupils darted about as she hefted her weapon to point again at Liv, who dove out of the way. Messier 19 didn't even have to use her power to know that she was dealing with a mind beyond persuading, and she wasn't a powerful enough fighter to do any damage against her staff.

Liv risked a look around as she ducked behind a boulder to notice her surroundings. A desolate landscape surrounded her, with scarred and scorched earth and not a tree or building in sight. She sky had no stars, just a far off light that made her feel something must be on fire just beyond the horizon. She could also hear clanging, grunting, screams all around. She realized with some shock that she had landed on a battlefield. She looked to her right, and immediately recognized the pink mohawk and dual blades of Centauri, as she ran up a hillside, pursuing a ragged form in white. The figure was in relative tatters, with long flowing white pigtails, and a cape drenched in blood. Her face was a mirror of Dark Celicy's, but perhaps even more consumed with insanity and certainly much more animated by bloodlust.

"Think, Liv, think. There's the personification of bat shit crazy flying about and one of the most powerful of the Sisterhood hasn't been able to kill her yet. Cecily's dark self is right behind you and seems to want to fry you. Better come up with a plan of action!" Liv was aware that talking to yourself was one of the classic signs of losing it, but in her case, the voice in her head was real.

My little rosebud, it's time to switch places. The silky voice of the Queen of Roses murmured, caressing her mind. This requires our full power, and I for one would prefer not being killed by lady psycho or our fallen Sister here. Liv checked behind her, and was alarmed by how much closer Dark Cecily had gotten to her hiding spot. Now, not later, my dearest. Liv nodded, and placed her hand over her eyes, hissing a bit when her finger touched the tender skin of her new wound. It was the first time she had willfully given control to her Other, and it was with a trembling voice that she said, "Long Live the Queen of Roses! Long Live the Queen of Thorns!"

A tangle of thorny rose brambles engulfed her small form, blocking out the fiery light of the distance and the shouting of the fight. Inside the darkness, the air was permeated with the scent of roses, and instead of the sting of thorns, she felt velvet and the sensual touch of petals. In the fragrant darkness, she felt a plush body embrace her from behind, wrapping satin gloves around her. She leaned back onto the lace covered breast behind her, and gave up control. The shell of the rosebush pulled away, and a pink heel stepped onto the filthy ground. A hushed sweep of velvet gown over silk stockings was interrupted by the dragging sound of a heavy bronze lance over the rocky soil. Dark Cecily came around the corner ready to take out the fragile Sailor Messier 19, but instead was greeted by the blunt rose on the other end of Sailor NGC 6273's Rozen Spear. She was knocked several feet away, sprawled across the ground.

The Queen of Roses and Thorns tossed a massive lock of her hair over her shoulder and called out, "Red Dragon, I can feel you, I'm over here!" It was true, now that she had been released, she could feel many of the Sisters who responded to her call, and many enemies as well. Her power to read emotions was now much greater, as was her distance of communication. She sensed the power, fear, strength, and in the case of the enemy, the madness of the minds around her. More than anything, she felt the Corruption. It was alive all around her, buzzing like agitated bees in a hive. She frowned, and narrowed her eyes. That thing up there, it was a victim of the Corruption, and so was their Sister who was temporary knocked silly down at her feet. She visually checked to make sure she was still breathing. It had been a while since she hefted the lance, and she had quite forgotten her own strength.  

With a slight crunch of boots on ground, NCG 3379, also known as The Red Dragon appeared beside her. Her long blue hair and cape moved in the wind. She inclined her head slightly in greeting. There was something nervous about her, and she kept one eye on Dark Cecily and one of the Queen of Roses.

"You might as well come out too, Damkianna." A beautiful goddess like woman appeared as well. She was both ethereal and very much of the corporeal world, a mother and a warrior. Her eyes were sorrowful as she gazed upon her Sisters. NGC 1952 reached a hand out, as if to protect and heal, but then let it drop to her side.

The Queen of Roses lifted her hand up, stopping them both before they could say a word. "No, no apologies. I know what you did, back then, in the heat of the battle, was the only thing you could have done." I was out of my mind, I was lost, and the corruption had eaten into my soul." NGC 1952 nodded, but her face was still pained. I had killed some of our sisters already, as well as civilians. I deserved worse. You were not only my executioners, you were my saviors." The Queen of thorns stared at them both through her bone-white mask. Morrigan, you killed my flesh and let out the poison when you stopped my heart." She nodded to the deadly woman in red. "Damkianna, you caught my soul and when it was too sick, you tore it apart too so that I may be reborn with some chance of redemption. You carried me to my new life, so that I could be reborn as Liv. She taught me humanity, when I had lost mine. I thought that I would wrest control from her, but now I realize I had been a Tyrant, and now I can be the Queen I always should have been. So you don't need to come take me down again.

No, now we must save another of the Sisterhood from herself."

The Red Dragon, the Mother of the Messiers, and The Queen of Roses and Thorns turned back to the form of Cecily that had risen to her knees to glare at them. NGC 6273 raised her Spear, as the Sloan Queen crested the hill behind them, the glow of the fires framing her majestic form.


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Queen of Roses and Thorns by nickyflamingo belongs to me :iconnickyflamingo:
A fallen star~ by Maiyuna Dark Cecily belongs to :iconmaiyuna:
Enter: Centauri - Leader of the NGC's by MaiyunaCenturi belongs to :sir-frog:
Ncg 3379 reference by Unisamas NGC 3379 belongs to :iconunisamas:
Introducing NGC 1952 [MMI Qualifier] by GabiStar NGC 1952 belongs to :icongabistar:
WIP Sloan Queen by SLMGregory The Sloan Queen belongs to :iconslmgregory:

Poses used: Sailor Staff Weapon 66 and Sailor Animamate 5 by :iconsenshistock:
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