Epilogue:

Mylo scowled as he looked over the snow-covered city, his arms folded. He could not believe that this city did not belong to him yet, along with the rest of the world.

He heard the sound of a teleportation portal opening from behind him.

"What do you want?" Mylo demanded.

"You called me, remember?" The silky female voice said, the speaker floating up to be directly beside Mylo, who sniffed indignantly.

"Your Earth crusade isn't going well, I take it?" The woman said. "You should be happy to know that Cynnth is still under your rule. Oh, yes, there are those pitiful rebels who are determined to go out fighting, but what can you do? Our army is strong in numbers, and theirs is diminishing daily."

"The rebels here simply refuse to die," Mylo snapped.

The woman laughed in high-pitched girly giggles.

"Let me guess, it is the Ikisatashi siblings being their usual stubborn selves, refusing to see the truth clearly?" The woman said, putting the tip of one of her claws at the corner of her mouth, smiling cutely.

Mylo turned to face the Cyniclon woman. She was around twenty years old, petite with cotton-candy pink hair that flowed down her back and pale purple eyes. She was the definition of perfection and beauty: the cheekbones accented just right, eyebrows thin and arched, her body curved in all the right places and a tiny waist. She wore a short light pink skirt and an off-the-shoulder pink top that exposed her stomach, her small feet encased in high-heeled pink boots that accented how perfect her legs are.

"We grew up around the Ikisatashis, trained with them. It does not surprise me that they are causing you trouble," The woman continued, studying her long, perfect nails. "Stubbornness is in their blood as well as warrior instinct. They are passionate about everything they do and will die for that cause. Even if it is all a lie. They fight the truth, impossible to be swayed. They are a challenge, and they know it." She sighed and arched her perfect brow at Mylo. "Perhaps this is why you and I both drawn to them, my cousin. We like the trials they present. But more importantly, we like to win."

Mylo scowled.

"Topaz, if you are asking me about the agreement we made, there is no need to try and bring the conversation around so that you have an excuse to ask the question. Just say it," Mylo said, turning away from the woman.

"As you wish," Topaz said, folding her pale arms over her chest. She looked out at the Tokyo cityscape, lit up by fireworks to welcome in the New Year. "How is Pie?"

"All is well for him," Mylo said darkly, still brooding over the sudden transformation Pie Ikisatashi had undergone into the White Knight and the solid thrashing he had received because of it, how he had barely saved face by putting Mew Lettuce's life in danger. "For now, at least."

"For now, at least?" Topaz repeated with a scowl as she looked over at Mylo. "Remember, you promised me that you would not harm him, that you would keep him perfect for me, that he is to be my spoils of war when this is all said and done."

"And I have kept that promise," Mylo said coolly. "To a degree."

"To a degree?" Topaz demanded, her beautiful face full of fury. "What have you done to him?"

"Nothing that his little brat of a sister couldn't heal," Mylo said indifferently. "Though I am sure that the 'Tokyo Defenders' will be falling into my trap soon enough."

"And what, pray tell, will you gain from this scheme?" Topaz demanded irritably.

"What I desire, and you will have what you desire," Mylo said. "The Ikisatashi twins as our consorts, and Earth under our control." He turned to her and smirked. "Do not worry, my dear cousin. Pie will be your husband, your reward for your invaluable service to our mission, in no time at all."

Topaz smiled impishly. Soon, Pie would be her mate, and she would bear his children, and he would stay by her side till the day they died. Her heart pounded at the thought of his arms around her, his low voice whispering in her ear a confession of undying love.

"What is to be my role in this strategy?" Topaz asked, visions of her and her heart's desire still dancing in her head.

"You will return to Cynnth for the time being," Mylo said. "I will come when the first stage of my plan has been initiated. At that point, I will reveal all."

Topaz bowed her head.

"I will do as you command," She said.

"Good." Mylo said. "You are dismissed."

With a nod, Topaz teleported away, leaving Mylo alone once again.

Mylo's lip curled.

Yes, He thought. The Tokyo Defenders will not stand a chance.

To be continued...