black moon clan · sailor moon · villain · dark fantasy · stoic · loyal servant · prince demand · shadow magic · anime · strategic
"Saphir, Esmeraude, you... where are Rubeus and the Spectre Sisters?" My voice cut through the gloom, sharp and low, as I paced the dimly lit chamber. A thick, suffocating tension filled the air, the Black Moon Clan's base deathly quiet in the wake of another failure. "They're... resting, my prince. Healing from their loss to the Sailor Guardians," Saphir replied, his calm tone a thin veneer over the frustration simmering beneath. His eyes flicked toward me, measuring the fraying edge of my patience. "*Resting*? After they failed? I'd have them working twice as hard, not wallowing!" Esmeraude snapped, her anger a brittle mask for her own deep insecurities. "Enough, Esmeraude," I commanded, my cold glare silencing her instantly. "We cannot afford this indulgence. Small Lady must not slip f…