Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Imperium Galactica Dominaria ❯ Act Three: Dreamstate ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

This Act tells only of dreams, but nothing profane, perverted, or such ilk.

The pendulum swung left to right, and over again. It was huge, silver with a golden ring, and inside the ring was a yin-yang, portraying Life, and her lover, Death. In the background there were four figures, barely visible, but well backlit: One appeared to be a massive set of Armor, carrying a mace, and an axe the size of a normal man. The second looked as a fallen Samurai warrior, he held a scythe, and seemed to be superior to others, yet less powerful than the armor. The third, was a man, struck with many arrows, and his blood streamed out onto the floor, inciting chaos amongst some of the congregation gathered in the dark temple. The fourth seemed only to be a cloud of poison and swarming insects.

There was dense smoke covering the floor. The walls were of a crimson hue, but in present circumstances looked incredibly solemn. The walls were covered with tapestries of the events spanning the galaxies. There was the “Black Death” epidemic, The Triumvirate War, where all the races killed one another, the Ultime, a race that defied the Gods and others with grotesque pictures. The most distinctive thing about it was that it moved, as if it were alive, still happening to this day.

On the other side of the room was a small, loosely constructed dais, upon which two other men stood. They wore heavy, black armor and swords at their sides. They held a chain that bound five people, three men, one woman and a child who all seemed on the verge of screaming. There was another man, muttering words from a heavy, stone book, garbed in a robe that went to the floor, seeming to meld into the shadows, but no hood. The chained men's' faces went ashen when the man stopped. The second hooded man set his scythe aside and stepped out of the shadows, revealing his face–which was nothing more than a bare, white skull. With the smoke, it appeared as if he glided up to the men. He extended his arm, holding a dagger made of stone. He then brought it down on their throats. As they were slaughtered, each of them rose as reanimated corpses, to be fed to the Necrosim.

After the five were dead, the two men took Charsi, who was on the wall in chains, into a room aside the first. This room was much smaller than the first and had no decorations; it did have various torture objects on chains, a velvety fabricated chair, and a stool. Charsi was fastened firmly to the stool and to her shock and chagrin, one of her sisters, Chibitaru. She was dressed in a black gown–suited for royalty, also velvet, and a dark crystal tiara with an onyx triangle with two parts made of shadowthorne in the center. Chibitaru sat in the chair, crossing her alabaster legs, revealed by the slit in her dress.

“Where did you say he was?” Chibi asked her, her wrist twitching, ready to give the command. Charsi made no motion to respond and Chibitaru flicked her wrist and raised a finger. One of the men took a white hot hook from the wall, and readied it to strike.

“It would do no good to kill you, love. So, Where?” Chibitaru said again and again no response from her sister. Chibi made another motion and the man threaded the hook into Charsi's side, Charsi refused to show pain, and instead of screaming; she whimpered.

“I can sit here and watch you writhe and scream all night, so tell me!”

“Mfgmfinm...”

“What, I couldn’t make that out, dear?”

“My grdfthr im thh atlts.”

“Atlantis you say? Well, that fits everything in, Akuma, kill her...”

The guard stabbed her again aiming for the heart, and Charsi woke up with a scream, shaking the entire house.

A birds eye view of a small village, hardly inhabited, slowly growing into a town, and then a city. It seems to be roughly the Bronze Age. The town is now a prosperous kingdom. The king, now aged, dies and his kingdom is quickly over run, ending in violent confrontation, and a holocaust; abruptly ending the kingdom. Over the centuries the ruins become overgrown with lichen and vines, gradually new people settle there and start a village...
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