Story: Lesbian Shard Sailor Moon

Try to imagine what it's like to one day wake up, leave your house and then half way to work suddenly realise that you are, in fact, the bad guy. That was pretty much how her day had just gone, so you could hardly blame a woman for being suddenly paralysed in place.

Beryl. Her name was Beryl. Now, last night she'd been watching a documentary detailing the rather horrible things some big cult inspired by a lousy sci-fi author and centred primarily in America were doing so maybe, just maybe, she'd been partially inspired by that but all of a sudden she was absolutely convinced that she was, in fact, the reincarnation of a denizen of the ancient Moon Kingdom who had betrayed them all in the sake of being on the third wheel part of a love triangle and wound up dooming them all.

Go her.

Beryl - and by this point she had completely forgotten her actual name - was equally certain that she had, had to, <b>had to</b> go about the tiny little task of finding enough energy to reactivate, reinvigorate and revive her master, the long slumbering source of her magical powers before resuming where they had left off.

To that end she eschewed going into work today. Who needs work when there are such important things to be done? She went home instead. She could always call in sick if she had to, or better yet incinerate her boss and be done with it.

Once home again Beryl tried out an evil laugh. "Hehehehe!" Yes, that sounded about right. Maybe if she adjusted her posture she could get it to reverberate a little better? "Mwahahahaha! Oh yes, that's the trick! Aha! Ahem! Now then. As leader of the Dark Kingdom, I must set out a plan of some kind. To start with, a base at the North Pole sounds like it should be out of the way enough for us. Ah, and I shall revive my darling's closest friends to serve as my Generals. Yes, yes! They shall be able to assist me in the creation of youmas and organise various schemes to gather energy more efficiently, without anyone being anyone the wiser!"

Alright! That was a good plan. In most other universes she'd have got right on that. Hopped to it. Raised up a Dark Kingdom with herself as Queen, then enacted a variety of petty schemes which would all ultimately come undone at the hands of girls wearing skirts as brief as belts.

Not so here. Instead, those plans were interrupted by something else entirely. It came from another universe entirely. Now granted, normally Sailor Pluto would be on the watch for anything that might intrude from beyond this world, but in this case it was something small enough to escape her notice. It slipped through and landed in the second worst place imaginable in all the universe: The dead centre of Beryl's forehead.

So, for a fresh summary of how her day had gone thus far: She had arisen, washed, eaten, dressed and then gone to work. Realised she was the reincarnation of an ancient evil and that there was work to be done, then returned home to plot and to scheme - then threw it all out when she realised that the impetus of her motivation was no longer true.

"Ugh," she shook her head. "What was I thinking going after that <i>man</i>! I should've been chasing after the Princess! Now there was a butt that didn't know how to quit!"

And so, Queen Beryl teleported herself to her brand new base of operations to raise up her Dark Kingdom. Unknowing or uncaring that her very being was now inherently corrupted with a heavy dose of lesbian love goddess from beyond her universe.

1. Let's follow Beryl as she makes several distinct changes to how she operates.
2. Skip to the start of the Sailor Moon story.
3. Or... We could follow the Sailor V part first to see how that has changed.
4. What if there was a second shard, and it landed in the worst place in the universe it could have landed? Namely... On a sleeping Usagi Tsukino.
5. Something else