Setsuna’s Battle

Setsuna Meioh – Sailor Pluto – did not stop. She plunged straight into the fight.

Two vampires had just pounced on a young woman. They had shoved her onto the hood of an abandoned car parked in the shadows of the alley. One tore her pink dress from her body with a brutal yank—the fabric ripped with a sharp, high-pitched sound, buttons flew off and clinked onto the wet asphalt. The girl cried out, half in terror, half in shock, as the other already stood between her thighs, his cold hands forcing her legs apart, his hard shaft thrusting deep inside her. The wet smacking of their movements, her gasping, the slapping of his hips against hers—everything echoed through the alley.

Setsuna came from behind. The Garnet Rod materialized in her hand—cool, heavy, the garnet orb glowing intensely violet. She thrust forward—the staff struck the vampire who was already taking the girl, directly between the shoulder blades. To her horror, it pierced him cleanly—the vampire’s body instantly dissolved into shimmering gray dust that scattered in the wind as if he had never existed. A soft hiss, then nothing.

The second vampire hissed furiously—an animalistic, guttural sound that reverberated through the alley. His red eyes locked onto Setsuna, glowing like fire. He lunged at her—fast, predatory, claws extended. Setsuna dodged—an elegant, fluid step to the side—spun, and thrust the staff upward. The garnet head struck him square in the chest—a blinding violet flash erupted, the vampire screamed, and his body disintegrated into dust that settled like ash on the ground.

Setsuna immediately turned to the young woman—she was still lying on the hood, legs spread, the torn pink dress hanging in rags around her hips. But she no longer looked afraid. Her hand was between her thighs, fingers buried deep inside herself, moving quickly and rhythmically; she moaned loudly—a throaty, lustful sound that echoed through the alley. Her eyes were already glassy, glowing red, her skin turning pale, her movements growing greedier. The moaning drew other vampires closer—Setsuna heard them coming, the soft rustle of footsteps, the deep growling.

Setsuna stepped back, her fingers tightening around the staff. She moved on—quickly, silently—but when she glanced back once more, she saw it: the young woman was being taken by three vampires—one thrusting into her ass from behind, one into her pussy, one into her mouth. She joined in, enjoying it—her hips rose to meet them, her hands reached for them, pulled them deeper, her moans grew louder, more animalistic. When the vampires bit her—at her neck, breast, thigh—it took only seconds. Her skin turned pale, her eyes glowed red, her movements became wilder; she lunged at the vampires, bit back, drank, fucked on—transformed, lost.

Setsuna hurried forward—striking again and again, the Garnet Rod flashing, dust swirling through the alley, vampires dissolving into nothing. But there were more and more. They came from every direction—from doorways, from rooftops, from side alleys. Their movements were fast, their eyes glowed, their bodies perfect and sinful. Setsuna felt it—she couldn’t get them all. It was only a matter of time before they surrounded her. And she had just seen what would happen then.

What she would become.

She retreated—her breathing quick, her heart pounding. The Garnet Rod felt heavier in her hand. The darkness was everywhere—it crept from every alley, every shadow, every moan.

Setsuna gritted her teeth. “Not today,” she whispered. “Not like this.”

She turned—and ran.

Not away.

But deeper in.

Toward the source.

Toward the center of the district.

Where Usagi and the others had been.

The night was young.

And the hunger had awakened.

Forever.