This is something that popped into my head during yet another of my 
all-too-frequent Sailormoon S marathons. C&C are welcome. F&I are not.


Bishojo Senshi Sailormoon Super
Introspection fanfic

PENTAGRAM

  He sighed. 
  He laughed.
  He saw, once again, pain on her face confusion, the desire to know 
what was happening to her, to him, to them.
  He saw, grinning smugly to himself, a great plan reaching its 
fruition.
  He looked at the woman who had become his aide, his governess, and 
felt a wave of loathing overcome him.
  He looked at the woman who had become his aide, his governess, and 
felt a wave of sick, black desire overcome him. His warped 
imagination fed him images, each more sensual and compelling than the 
last, of her...
  He passed a mirror. He looked into it. He clenched his teeth and 
growled in frustration. His eye betrayed deep pain, a tortured soul 
longing for the end to the nightmare.
  He passed a mirror. He looked into it. He grinned at the beautiful 
symbol of his twisted brilliance, the testament to the power he had 
to fuck the world over and be home in time for tea.
  The mantle of darkness settled over him like a shroud from hell. He 
longed desperately to rip it away, to fling it far, to be rid of it.
  The mantle of darkness settled over him like a shroud from hell. He 
reveled in it. It was all he could do not to orgasm in his pants from 
the wonderful sensation it gave him. 
  He thought about his enemies. Silently, he cheered them on, 
rejoicing at every plot they foiled.
  He thought about his enemies. He should be furious with them, for 
getting in his way so. But instead, he just laughed and prepared for 
the next day.
  He looked around the cavernous expanse filled with luminescent test 
tubes. He shuddered. He longed for a good flamethrower, to destroy 
everything in this wretched place.
  He looked around the cavernous expannse filled with luminescent 
test tubes. He grinned. This was his home, these were his labors. 
Here, he made his grand plans.
  He screamed, and sobbed. His own personal hell--would he ever be 
free of it? He feared his nightmare would never end.
  He chuckled. He cackled. He threw back his head and laughed 
maniacally. Soon, he would inflict his idea of hell on the rest of 
the world. For all those above him, the nightmare had yet to begin.
  He screamed.
  He laughed. And laughed. And laughed...

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Saraba da!
-The Eternal Lost Lurker
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