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Properly cleaned up in a new uniform and everything, Jadeite entered the heart of the palace of the Dark Kingdom, a fortress that was currently lying beneath the bottom of the Arctic Ocean at a location human authorities have labeled as D Point. The heart of the palace was a massive chamber that held thousands of youma that had been drawn from all over the world to the dark force that rest here. At the center of the chamber lay the tomb of that dark force, Queen Metalia, and atop that tomb was the throne of her champion, Queen Beryl.

He teleported, traversing the youma horde instantly and appearing directly before the throne and suddenly the room felt much smaller like it was just him and her now. Beryl was on her throne, fiddling with a tablet PC.

"This era's technology seems so primitive compared to the old days." Beryl said in an aloof tone. She seemed a stark contrast to the well-dressed Generals and the gaudy, exotic attire of the youma, the Queen of the Dark Kingdom was dressed like an office lady on casual Friday.

She noticed Jadeite, and sighed. "But, it's still useful and that's important. Hello Jadeite, it's nice to see you're well, I was worried about you."

"Thank you, my Queen." Jadeite bowed his head. "How may I serve you?"

Beryl set her tablet aside and steeped her fingers. "I'm going to go straight to the point, Jadeite. Lately your operation has been getting manhandled by Sailor Moon and your inability to deal with the threat is painfully obvious. To be frank, she's kicking the shit out of you and by extension us."

It was true; Jadeite didn't even bother to defend himself. Beryl continued. "But you're not alone at least. Our North American operation was smashed to bits and Adonis was killed, and Kunzite's having trouble in Europe. This is just from onewho seems to be very adept at making powerful allies wherever she goes. You're going up against four, maybe even five, plus their helpful and handsomely dressed boy-toy."

Beautiful Destroyer Sailor Moon, Chapter 11