Peter walked into his sanctuary, having sent a text to Azeria in apology. He was called to give a friend a hand with vehicular trouble, and he would be a few hours. Peter had many friends with many broken vehicles. Especially when the friend was named Blues, and the vehicle was Peter's own head. The door shut behind him, and he walked towards the back rooms, idly scanning the cathedral. Nothing was amiss. Taika was likely in and out as she saw fit. He had cut her a key. She was dependable. The Moon Knight passed by a statue sculpted for Chaos. He smiled at that. It was the first time he did not feel uncomfortable looking at it.

"I have missed you." He was standing, staring the statue in the eye. "I thought I hated you. Thought I wanted you dead. But... You were there when everyone else had proven me false. You placed the Linking Book in my hand, did you not?" He smiled faintly at that. "I am yours, am I not? Your soldier. A Chaos Knight." He stared at her, closing his eyes. "And I am always going to love her. Please, My Goddess..."

He fell to one knee, transforming as he did so, head bowed before her. "Mistress Chaos guide me. Mistress Chaos cradle me. In your warmth I am comforted, and in your embrace I am secreted. May my fangs shine in the dark for you, and may my sword cut ever deeper, in your blessed name."

Academically, Peter recognized what this was. But it did not matter. So what if Chaos had taken his soul, and was consuming his body. His death would be glorious, or his life was glorious. He was hers now. "Fire in my life less eyes, motivate me with their cries. One cry, the battle will be upon them. The sky will be filled with the light of your dawn, and they will sing our song." He smirked. "I am ever and always your left hand." Slowly he rose, and descended deeper into the Cathedral. Knife, Quill, vellum. He wondered if she would appreciate the poetry? Probably not.

He was quick, in this form, outrunning traps, and making it into his study in record time. He pressing a button on the door, he slipped a hand over to the window, and pulled it open. He doubted many bothered looking at the higher levels of the Cathedral. It was his escape route, and while it did make the traps irrelevant, the traps were not to stop smart people. History Repeating Red started.

A text message to Taurus. "Do you want to sign a seperate agreement with me, while I have this prepared? I am not done with the letter, but since we would be equals if all goes well, I feel it polite to offer." He liked her, even if she was not patient. She was straightforward. This required Peter to draw back to his schooling. The ancient language of the Earth Kingdom. Beryl's language, what she would think in.

His blood mixed with the ink easily, and the quill was almost natural in his hand. He did not even his at the feeling.

For the eyes of Her Majesty, Queen Beryl

Beloved Queen of Earth, She to whom I have dedicated myself, and she for whom my blood yearns. I address you now, in the hour of your victory. There are traitors in your midst. Valdis Mortimer-Ito seeks your ruin! She has sought to incite the Knights and Senshi to war with your servants, and informed them of the nature of your Obelisks. I have only now found a way to ferry this to you, my beloved. I beseech you, do not let yourself be deceived. You have almost achieved final victory. A victory I long to see. And when you have, I can finally rest in peace that you will have created.

I am aghast to say that I am one of the Knights. Worse, my brand is that of the Moon. But I have been blessed by the Goddess Chaos. Her power defended my soul from Selenity's poison, and granted me the clarity to fight onward once the way was shown to me. I confess one of your servants died at my hands, but for this I beg forgiveness. He denied knowledge of my holy purpose, and sought to do me harm. Non-lethal tactics failed, and my hand was forced.

I am from another timeline. A Soldier who once mastered time and space, though the power has fled from me, replaced by this baleful Moonlight. The light of Metallia weakens me, the curse of Selenity depriving me of that warmth. And worse still, I have delusionary dreams, of serving any but you, my beloved. Help me. You are my sovereign. I am blinded by this silver light, and ashamed to have to beg assistance.

With confirmation you have need of me, I can bring to you knowledge of your enemies, and lure them into an ambush. Else I will have to withdraw myself from the conflict, and find a way into another timeline. My heart yearns for you, but with the knowledge you have Endymion as yours... I will not presume to interfere with your happiness. Vae Victus, Suffering to the Conquered.

Your eternal admirer,

Peter James Warren Emile

It was tiring, the loss of blood... He watched it regenerate, and texted Taurus one last time, a location, and telling her to come in through the window to avoid the traps if she could not teleport to him.

His office was large, but relatively spartan, a fridge, a desk, some writing equipment and a laptop, soft music by now playing. The man, his armour fading, slumped into a chair, looking little more than a corpse his hair a vibrant crimson none the less, and one malachite eyes open to stare at her. His chair was overstuffed leather, and as he leaned back, he sighed, at peace. His cloak was warm, so much like his previous robe. Almost identical. The man waited. The witching hour was upon him. "Darkness grows within it... Consumes it... Such is the nature of my heart..."

“And after it eats all that is there, what is left? When you die, will there be nothing to move on?” Taurus says, coming into the room. She studies the crimson haired man in the chair. Red hair was about the only trait he shared with the knight from earlier. “You look like a dead man. Oblivion might be close at hand.”

She walks around the room, looking the place over. “No deals are necessary on my end.  You gave me information, and I believe you are earnest about wanting to serve Virgo.  I will vouch for you in that regard.  Besides, there is always the chance that I may want to kill you later. I have not decided if I despise you yet, and I would not feel right going back on a dealing because I discovered later than I hate you.  I am also not sure how well you will hold to it.  I mean no offense.  I just do not know you.” She holds a hand, “So where is the letter you want me to deliver? I will make sure only Virgo’s eyes see it.”

One gloved hand idly pointed to the letter. "I will escape the bonds of Gravity, and seek the Moon Palace, or possibly the Pluto Fortress, should no path lead me to another timeline." He chuckled sadly. "I am the darkness in this bodies heart, Taurus. The man who was affiliated with the light was lost the moment that he discovered that Beryl and he were similar enough that his obsession prone mind targeted her. If the Senshi could purify me? They might get him back. But they are fools." He leaned back in the chair, staring at her. Dead malachite eyes looked at her. "I hold all deals sacrosanct. I am of Arthur's blood." His eyes closed. "To do any less would shame my forebears. I made no deal with Selenity. I only love Beryl."

Walking over to the desk, Taurus grabs the letter. “You? How? You will have been destroyed by corruption. A mass of chaotic energy. There will be no you.”

Taurus holds up the letter as he calls someone else foolish, “But what is more foolish than a man in love? Or worse obsession.” She lowers her arm, and leans against the Inquisitor's desk, “Also, a liar will never tell me they are a liar. I prefer to wait and make my own judgments as to the nature of one’s characters. Also, like I said before, I have no love for snakes. Their nature is to bite.” A few moments of silence pass and a poem enters her mind. “You remind me of something,” she says, standing up straight again.

“Grands bois, vous m'effrayez comme des cathédrales;
Vous hurlez comme l'orgue; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
Chambres d'éternel deuil où vibrent de vieux râles,
Répondent les échos de vos De profundis.
Je te hais, Océan! tes bonds et tes tumultes,
Mon esprit les retrouve en lui; ce rire amer
De l'homme vaincu, plein de sanglots et d'insultes,
Je l'entends dans le rire énorme de la mer
Comme tu me plairais, ô nuit! sans ces étoiles
Dont la lumière parle un langage connu!
Car je cherche le vide, et le noir, et le nu!
Mais les ténèbres sont elles-mêmes des toiles
Où vivent, jaillissant de mon oeil par milliers,
Des êtres disparus aux regards familiers.”

She takes a look at the closest clock in the room before asking, “Was there anything else?”

"Not unless you wish to join me in my devotions." He seemed to be... At peace. "Because, Taurus, I have a plan." He stared at her. "The Knights and Senshi are so sure it is Chaos' blessings that make me hate them. It is not." He exhaled slowly, before looking her in the eye. "It is what they did to my mother in my timeline. What they did to all Nemesis. Drove them from their planet, because they chose free will over the Silver Crystal's enslavement!"

He paused, at hearing the poem, answering with his own.

"DARK Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still dost
My soul such subtile violence!

Because of thee, no thought, no thing,
Abides for me undesecrate:
Dark Angel, ever on the wing,
Who never reachest me too late!

When music sounds, then changest thou
Its silvery to a sultry fire:
Nor will thine envious heart allow
Delight untortured by desire.

Through thee, the gracious Muses turn,
To Furies, O mine Enemy!
And all the things of beauty burn
With flames of evil ecstasy.

Because of thee, the land of dreams
Becomes a gathering place of fears:
Until tormented slumber seems
One vehemence of useless tears.

When sunlight glows upon the flowers,
Or ripples down the dancing sea:
Thou, with thy troop of passionate powers,
Beleaguerest, bewilderest, me.

Within the breath of autumn woods,
Within the winter silences:
Thy venomous spirit stirs and broods,
O Master of impieties!

The ardour of red flame is thine,
And thine the steely soul of ice:
Thou poisonest the fair design
Of nature, with unfair device.

Apples of ashes, golden bright;
Waters of bitterness, how sweet!
O banquet of a foul delight,
Prepared by thee, dark Paraclete!

Thou art the whisper in the gloom,
The hinting tone, the haunting laugh:
Thou art the adorner of my tomb,
The minstrel of mine epitaph.

I fight thee, in the Holy Name!
Yet, what thou dost, is what God saith:
Tempter! should I escape thy flame,
Thou wilt have helped my soul from Death:

The second Death, that never dies,
That cannot die, when time is dead:
Live Death, wherein the lost soul cries,
Eternally uncomforted.

Dark Angel, with thine aching lust!
Of two defeats, of two despairs:
Less dread, a change to drifting dust,
Than thine eternity of cares.

Do what thou wilt, thou shalt not so,
Dark Angel! triumph over me:
Lonely, unto the Lone I go;
Divine, to the Divinity."

Leaning back into the chair, he smiled. "They will purify my flesh, and soul, but that can not take the love I feel away. My love for Beryl is sacrosanct. I will be pure, and I will still be their enemy." His chuckle was... Sincere. "I do not want to be your enemy, Taurus. You are straightforward, and honest. I appreciate that." His eyes were like empty gemstones. "Just please do not try to fight me by stealth. I take offense to it. We are better than that, are we not. It is those fools who hold to the Moon Kingdom's will that need to die by secret murder. Should it come to blows. Let it be as Chevaliers." He smiled faintly at that. "I can do right by Lord Mordred, and my Penndragon Blood."

He reached into the bar fridge under the desk, withdrawing two glasses, and a pale green bottle. "I know you prefer scotch, but this is fine Shochu. You have a chance to speak with me, and I am sure you may have questions, even if you believe my answers suspect, that would beg them none the less."

Taurus meets his gaze, “And it is for that kind of deception, that you are a viper. I must admit it is odd to fight a war over something that has not happened. Your reasoning, I find strange, as if you were looking for an explanation for your hatred as an afterthought.”

She listens to the entirety of the poem. In truth, she didn’t find Lionel Johnsons’ word choice as beautiful as Charles Baudelaire. The structure forced lines together somewhat uncomfortably. But an artists was still an artist and worthy of respect. “Less soft ponderings, and more an invocation. I wouldn’t ask for things unless you are sure you truly want them.”

Taurus smiles back, “And it is a pity that I do not believe in that kind of unconditional love. There is always a point in which one can sour good feelings. As for any future fight, my enemies watch as I run them through.” She takes her glass in hand, “I actually don’t have very many questions. Neither your past or mine matter. They belong to different lifetimes. We hardly are those people anymore.”

"Whether or not it happened in this world, does not change that a Senshi did it to my family in that world. They all draw from the same tainted well of ideals. I choose to hate them, and they choose to continue fighting for their tyranny." He poured them both glasses, drinking from his without thought, and pouring a second, showing it was not poisoned. "I am not deceiving anyone~ I have simply not gone out of the way to say anything. They know I love Beryl."

"very true, the tree grows apart from the soil, but I must ask. Is it not the earth from which the tree grew, that gives it strength?" He smiled faintly. "I know I will not have this Beryl. She has Endymion." He shrugged. "I know of one alternate timeline. Multiverse theory tells me I can find my way to another. I will find one similar to my original Beryl, who was hurt, and has not found revenge. And who will sweep in like a Knight in Shining Armour but I? I am eternal. I have made myself immune to ageing." He sipped at the Shochu this time. "I have all the time in the world to find my beloved. I can give the Zodiac all the time they need to finish their Holy work. And then, Goddess willing, I will find my way to another Beryl."

He paused. "If my love for Beryl were to have faltered, it would have been when the Senshi of Earth appeared as her in my eyes." he glared into the cup then. "I nearly forced myself onto a teenager, nearly kissed that poor creature, and set to using my darker charms. I wanted it to be true so badly..."

“With regard to the senshi who drove out your family, hunting the different senshi can in no way be satisfying. In the end, revenge goes unfulfilled against the true perpetrators. They live happily without you in their world now. You will always be wanting. And if the destruction of these senshi does satisfy your want for revenge, then you should be concerned over your grasp on reality. Perhaps, I should be grateful that these senshi and knights are the only ones I have met. However, I cannot compare their thoughts and ideals to any other team of them. However, they do not appear all the same. You are a knight, and you do not hold the same values as them,” Taurus replies. She drinks hers as the same time as his. The regenerative power the corruption bestowed her would guard her against most poisons. She, however, does not finish her glass. “Omission and concealment are still deceptions. Call it what you will. Loki, a god of deception, never lied flat out as well.”

Taurus laughs at the idea of anyone sweeping Virgo off her feet. “You want to be a knight shining armor? The Beryl that requires being saved is probably not the Beryl you would want. If there is a single quality that you should respect, it is the fact that she is capable of changing her own situation. Her knee will always be too strong to fall into your arms. I can’t help but feel you are doomed to an eternity of failures if you don’t dissipate into nothingness first.”

She gives a disgusted look as the Moon Knight mentions almost forcing himself on a teenage girl, “I would stop talking there before I decide to break you instead of handing this letter. But it does appear to me that your grip on reality is slipping.”

The Moon Knight shrugged. "The powers of the Lunar Kingdom is a cancer. As are the powers of the Silver Millenium crystal. Once all has come to pass, I will regain my power as the Knight of Pluto. And then I will find the Beryl I can love." He smirked slightly at her distaste. "The same madness that nearly had me overtake that young woman is the taint that lies in both our flesh and souls, Taurus. I am getting rid of it." He kept that same evil smile. "And I thank you for comparing me to Loki. He was a fine rolemodel."

A soft chuckle. "My ambition shall always exceed my grasp Taurus. But the journey is the destination as it were. I am a Sage, of Loss, true, but a Sage none the less. I find great enjoyment in devouring knowledge. If nothingness is my end, then the world will be poorer for it." And when she compared his Knighthood to the others. "They are children, and this power came to me as a Man. The saccharine of the Moon is still sweet to them. Had I the power and resources, I would save them. But I can not offer them anything to open their eyes. And I do not have the time, given Beryl's plans, to fight them philosophically. So they must die, and I will find different Senshi to whisper to."

He remembered years or days in the Void. "Strike me down if you wish Taurus. My soul is prepared." He was suddenly transforming, the laughing spirits taking a seventh with them. He stood then. "I am a Dragon. And I fear nothing."

“Even if you become a knight of Pluto, in the end, you will still be a knight. Nothing changes other than source of power. It’s a fact that you can not change. I would come to terms with it,” Taurus says, “But you seek to change things that cannot be change. Perhaps, lifetimes from now, you will think back on this conversation.”

Taurus sighs, realizing she is continuing to converse with someone whose mind was lost lifetime ago, “Purity is a myth. Darkness will always lie in the deep corners of your soul, waiting. There is no cure. We all carry it until everything ceases. Corruption is simply what happens when you look into the already present taint and realize who you are.”

She raises an eyebrow as the Moon Knight gives himself yet another title, “I would not call you a sage. I do not doubt your intelligence, but being a sage means you have profound wisdom. I do not think I can learn much from you that I could not find in a book.”

She gives a shrug about killing the senshi, "Admittedly, changing opinions is difficult.  However, I do think it slothful not to try. However, I suppose the easy way out does get you closer to her."

She watches unamused as he transforms, and finishes her drink. Helping herself to another glass, “Has anyone ever told you that you are both pitiable and insufferable? I could end your life now and destroy this cathedral in the process. I cannot help but feel like I would be doing you a favor though.”

"Ahhh... So ignorant about the origins of your own power." he clicked his tongue against his teeth. "The Silver Crystal feeds on Moonlight as it's power. It's taint is currently an anathema to Chaos. Chaos also seeks to control the mind. I had a genetic weakness to Chaos, my heritage, born of Nemesis. The Void Dragon, when I was the Pluto Knight, took my DNA, and fixed that. While there is taint in my soul, Young Minotaur, it will be excised, and my Soul will allow nothing else in. And then, I will be free to do what is necessary. Pluto draws power from the Void, my native element so to speak, the emptiness being indispensable from my soul. Purity is measured in your balance between Chaos and Cosmos. Cosmos wrote the rules, as she is Order, and Chaos breaks them. I may serve Chaos, but I can not break them. So, I will abuse them, scour my soul, and make the best of a rigged system."

"Mmm, I am not lazy. I just acknowledge that I unfortunately have too little time. One month, and Beryl wins. I need to get things going to A: Make sure that happens, and B: be out of the timeline when it does. Beryl eats her planet, I go to a new timeline, make some new friends, maybe find some new reading material." he smirked. "Oh, and I AM from the future. I can tell you all sorts of things you will not find in any book here. Well, apart from the one I will publish soon."

"I heard a sniper who had her sights on my forehead tell me much the same, Taurus. I am alive, she is not." He canted his head to the side. "But, who knows. Chaos Theory is a factor after all... Ahh. Do send me a text back, or come find me. It should not be hard, with Beryl's reply... OH! Tell Nephrite, Zoisite, and Kunzite, that they have my condolences on Jadeite's death. If they wish, I can help them avenge him."

“Do what you will,” Taurus says to his plans. She had a feeling the knight would be his own undoing. Trying to point it out to him would be fruitless. Instead, she decides to argue semantics. “Then we simply have different definitions. For me, purity is an extreme, which makes it a concept. However, I suppose achieving such would be akin to achieving divinity. I wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone though as it denies you the ability to choose,” Taurus muses.

She becomes more focused on her drink, being somewhat happy that she managed to keep some level of sanity despite her taint. She makes a mental note to ask the boy to kill her and take her lance if she ever got so deranged. But that may be more mercy than she really deserved. “I keep my mind on the present. Besides, if you accurately knew the future, it would mean all was destined to happen.”

Taurus smiles as he doubts her power. “Yes, well, I am not sniper. I also don’t waste energy unnecessarily.” He was free to doubt her. His belief in her power didn’t matter. She knew what she could do and could not. Pride was not her vice so much as wrath. And she couldn’t even summon the latter with it still being a waste of time. She opens another portal, “An on to my new job as courier. I will give you her reply in person if she does not do so herself.” With that, she walks through, being somewhat thankful for the alcohol to make that visit tolerable.

Peter gave a full bow, this time, his eyes left her. Her back was turned. "Bon Chance." And Peter smiled to her. "I do know the future, Taurus. You all win. So I will make sure it happens, and when I become the Dragon, maybe we can see about who is the better soldier, neh?" He held a finger. "Ahh, hold a moment!" He reached into the bar fridge, and pulled out a rather high priced bottle of scotch. "Something my father told me was very rare, and very worth the price. It is more common here, but still, he adored it. You will appreciate it more. He tossed the bottle to her, and waved as she left, before he dispensed of the glass, and took a long draw of the Shochu. "Might as well be water..." He left the room, and headed towards her bed, loosening his grip on the power of the Moon. Once he got into his room away from his room, he set an alarm, and flopped onto the cot. With any luck, he would wake up in the morning, and be able to have a shower before Beryl called on him.