The Dark Queen Reborn
At last.
The dark mass of energy and hate pulled itself up from where it's dimensional jump had dropped it. It had taken time, massive amounts of energy, and cunning, but she had finally managed to rescue herself from the abyss the Moon Princess had sent her.
The first thing she did was form a body...the beginning of her much-needed independence. It was amorphous and unstable, but it was worlds better than what she had to endure.
Once holding into a shape suitable to her, she takes a look at her surroundings. Thanks to her unwitting 'agents' she knew about the instability of this place before she arrived, and how she could end up anywhere at any moment. This place was particularly odd to her....she seems to have been dropped into a mass collection of dwellings humans call a 'city.'
A few steps bring her closer to a group of people drained of energy....it appeared the final youma she sent here had done it's work. She could already feel her power increase ever so slightly due to Derella's handiwork.
It would only be a matter of time before her powers would be fully restored. When that day came she would rule all as demons were meant to. As she stepped foward into the city street she flexed her newly created clawed hands.
Queen Metalia had returned.