"Dust"

Who are you?

...

...I am the first.

All I am is for her--

she is a goddess, she is a demon

she rules all, and she-- frightens me

But in some way,

I love her.

I must.

She holds the answer,

to what I am

to why I am here.

(Desperate) I seek to understand the human world

slipping in and out of disguise

walking among them, wishing

(if only I could) really see.

I'm torn between its fascination,

and my devotion to my Queen.

Others-- frighten me...

I cannot understand this youma

I cannot understand this emotion

I cannot understand...

but I would like to.

Will she show me?

Or this foreign world?

...

...I am the second.

All I am is for myself.

No others matter.

The youma are but snivelling beasts

My compatriots are simpering fools

She is a petty, immature brat.

These mortals I walk among--

are but toys, inferiors, simpletons.

They are a means to an end, each of them

and I can use them as I choose.

With these tools, the answers--

can be found, myself.

The mortal world is a place of ridiculous sentiment;

I scorn them, indeed--

of what worth do they think they are?

They... disgust me, all of them.

These emotions they so foolishly harbor can be used to manipulate them.

I'd never want to be such an idiot.

Soon, I'll find it.

It'll be my world.

...

...I am the third...

All I am is for him,

and he is all I can be sure of.

He is a link with this world--

he is sure, where I am not...

and I love him.

He holds all I am, as I have given myself to him.

The answer...

lies in escape, lies in a world... with him.

The human world is foreign

(as all is, to me)

Others... I have learned, I cannot trust them.

Perhaps, these emotions which lie hidden here

are not strange to me.

I strive to hide my own (not well enough), and do not admit I understand.

I cannot even tell him...

I must-- somehow-- try, in pleasing him.

I understand feeling, but the material world is strange.

If I succeed, will it show me?

Will he show me?

Will some world become less foreign?

...

...I am the last.

All I am, is for...

what must be done.

Few things are clear,

But I know that which is duty. (And him)

He...

makes me question.

What I feel for him, I cannot name...

he is different.

He is what I am not, and I cannot understand.

But somehow, I... do not want to lose him.

The human world is of little meaning to me.

The mortals and their ways are strange, and I know I cannot comprehend.

Emotion is unknown to me (or I would like to think).

Perhaps I could understand...

But now, I do what I must--

and maybe, eventually, I will know.

Maybe time will show me.

Maybe he will show me.

And I can become a part of some world.

...

...We are the commoners,

We are the slaves, workers, natives--

All we are is for... whatever we can find.

We have little.

We are of little consequence

(to most)

Perhaps we could love

Perhaps we could live

--Now, we exist in fear.

She rules all we are.

They direct us.

We strive only to survive as best we can.

This is our world, and (if not strange)

it is harsh, to us.

Glimpses of mortal reality are brief, and bitter.

They fear us, and hate us

and we can do nothing.

We have forgotten how to hope.

(In this, our world.)

...

...I am... but a puppet.

All I am is for what I want.

They fear me

They humor me

Sometimes I pretend I am a Queen.

But truly, I am only a servant, to my master...

She has promised me him.

Some way, any way I know, I will (I can) get him.

He's hurt me, and I would hate him, if I could

(love or hatred, all is one)

I despise the mortal world, and all within

where he can live in happiness, while here, I am enslaved.

Only-- to find him, to take him, to make him my own,

and nothing more.

Then my vengeance will be sated

And my... heart?... will be at rest.

He is all I desire

He (or the revenge that is attaining him)

is the world.

...

I am All.

Each creature, each object, each atom of this place--

All is me, and I am All.

The creatures of mine, my toys

I watch them as they go about what they will

What they want is nothing to me

They are nothing.

I am All there is to be.

The mortal world will be no more, when my plan is completed

And...

all of the universe will be I

and I, truly All.

And that will be the world.

...

You never asked.

"Tsukini kawatte, oshiokiyo!"

For a group of little girls, the senshi are fairly cold-hearted killers. Didn't they ever stop to think about what a youma was? Rather, they never seemed to so much as consider a villain in the least human unless s/he "converted" to their side. A bit disturbing....