InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ The Wheels of Destiny ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter Fourteen:

The Wheels of Destiny

 

They had been traveling for a few days, and Kagome had been miserable through the whole trip. At first, her fury had been enough to distract her from the monotone of endless travel and no entertainment. Thinking of all the ways she could kill, skin and maim all the males that traveled along side of her.

Within a couple of days she had run out of ways to inflict pain, had killed Lord Sesshomaru in her mind at least six dozen times, skinned Lord Yamiko just as many times, and had pushed Lord Sarinji from a high cliff more times than she cared to count.

Now, she was just plain bored. Bored and tired and sore.

Sitting in the carriage made her bottom ache, her wrists were rubbed raw, and she cringed at the ugly black and purple bruises that marred her pale skin.

She clenched and unclenched her hands over and over to regain proper circulation of blood back into them. They had gone numb, and yet at times they tingled as though her palms and fingers were being pricked by a hundred little pins, It was a very uncomfortable sensation that was annoying her to no end. And then there was the creaking of the carriage wheels.

Squeak…squeak…..squeak…

Kagome gnashed her teeth together in irritation. That arrogant mutt was rich enough to buy a carriage that didn't make so much goddamned noise! It was enough to drive her insane! Hell, she was more than ready to leap over the front of the carriage and hope she was trampled to death by those wheels.

Damn him, she was sure he was doing this to her on purpose, trying to torture her slowly so when she stood before the Elders for trial they would see naught but a young woman driven insane by squeaking wheels.

They'd be more than happy to take her lands then.

Bastard dog!

She could see him now, flying high above the soldiers, pearl white silken kimono and hakama rippling in the slight breeze, arms crossed, legs spread shoulder width apart.

There was no doubt that he portrayed a fearsome male. She wondered if she took her shoe off and threw it at his head would he fall from his demonic cloud and land on his spoiled royal ass.

She was sorely tempted to find out.

What more could they do to her anyway? They had already taken everything from her, and humiliated her.

What was assault compared to what she was facing now?

Kagome sighed, very much aware that she was being extremely difficult, but she couldn't help it, if she didn't remain angry, she'd cry. She'd cry until she couldn't cry anymore. She'd cry for her situation, for her people, for everything that was wrong in this world.

So she had to be angry, so she could be strong. It was the only way she could get through this and retain her dignity until she could figure a way out.

They had crossed into the Western lands some hours ago. She could tell because it no longer looked like the lands she had come to know and love. It was very beautiful though. The sun was bright in a sky that looked so incredibly blue it almost hurt to look at, vast trees towered over them, providing much appreciated shade, and a soft breeze ruffled her hair.

If she had to describe these lands, she would call it, peaceful.

Which was crazy considering who owned these lands, but it was true.

There was nothing to disturb the silence. It was amazing to say the least. Even the sounds of wildlife were different. Where in the Northern lands, she was used to birds chirping, crickets croaking, here in the Western lands the sounds you could hear the rustling of the trees, the swishing of rushing water of rivers and the croak of frogs.

It was a much different place from what she had grown up. Everything felt different, smelled different, felt different. She was keenly and quite painfully aware that she wasn't home.

Kagome stretched her legs as far as they could in the cramped carriage, arching her back and stretching her arms high over her head for a full body stretch, sighing in satisfaction as bones cracked and some of the tension was released, she closed her eyes for a moment.

When she opened them, she gasped in surprised.

Appearing over the horizon was a castle.

And it was huge!

The Western castle had to be at least five times larger than her own castle, and just as tall. The top of the stone structure seemed to touch that deep blue sky above. The immense structure reflected the same traits of its owner; tall and fearsome, incredibly intimidating and opposing.

It wasn't exactly scary, as much as intimidating. If she had been going to the castle for a visit, or some pleasantry such as that, she'd have thought it beautiful.

The grass surrounding the property was magnificently manicured each, bush and tree trimmed to perfection, a cheerful fountain filled with water so clear it amazed even her. The castle was incredibly clean as well, which surprised her; most males were horrible at housekeeping, even if they paid someone else to do it for them she observed as she was led inside.

It was impressive, her own castle pales in comparison.

"Wow," she breathed.

A scuff came from behind her, grating on her already fried nerves. She knew who that pompous ass was without turning around to look at his ugly, ugly green little face.

"Foolish human wench, think you Lord Sesshomaru would live in anything but the best?"

Kagome turned and glared at the ugly green toad. He had joined her wagon the day before and had not stopped his excessive comments and praises of Lord Sesshomaru since he sat down. He was what Kagome referred to as an "ass kisser."

It was disgusting really; his fixation was so set on the demon lord that Kagome had to wonder if the toad was in love with Lord Sesshomaru…

"Lord Sesshomaru! My Love!" Jaken cried as he ran towards the demon Lord.

"Jaken my darling!" Lord Sesshomaru cried as he ran towards the toad, scooping him up and into an embrace, locking lips with the green imp.

Kagome laughed and laughed and laughed until she cried at the absurd image in her head.

No freaking way that would that ever happen but dammit that was the funniest thing she'd ever thought of in her life. Jaken barked insults at the young woman that was laughing hysterically, holding her sides, chains rattling and bruising her skin even more.

She hardly noticed, too consumed with laughter to feel the pain on her wrists or the pain in her heart.

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It was a bit humid, but that was to be expected when one neared the Southern lands. Though he was a ways away from the actual Southern lands, the temperature change was noticeable. Sweat dotted his forehead, and his heavy hair felt suffocating. He'd long since brought his hair up and back in a sloppy bun, but still the heat persisted, and he was damn tempted to take a blade and slice his hair off for relief.

The land was amazing, lush and green, the sun blazing high above head. Many predators roamed the area, and there were many villages alive with humans and youkai alike, dressed down in cotton kimonos, some with the sleeves cut off.

Quite different from the quiet beauty of the Northern lands.

He was about ten minutes away from the southern border, and already he could see the boulder ahead. To those that did not know, they would assume that was all there was.

Just an ordinary boulder.

But to one such as him, he knew that it was no ordinary boulder. As he neared he could pick up on the currents of energy radiating from it, heavy and strong.

Nine minutes away….

The pulsing was becoming stronger, sucking him in, he could not retreat from what was inside, even if he wanted. What scared him the most was that he wasn't sure he even wanted to turn back and run. He wanted this, he wanted to do this, he wanted to become the being he once was, at least some part of him did.

Eight minutes away…...

The energy currents were growing restless now, getting almost aggressive in their nature, almost impatient for his arrival. This was not unusual considering what the boulder contained. He actually expected it to be more aggressive than it actually was.

Seven minutes away…..

As he closed in on the large rock, he thought again to himself if this was truly what he wanted. If he would live to regret this for the rest of his life, however long or short that would be. For the life of him, the closer he got the less he began to care either way. Maybe this was his destiny; maybe he was destined to do this.

Six minutes away…..

Laughing brown eyes twinkled in his mind's eye, while glorious black hair rippling in the wind like a dark banner. Could he really continue on this path of certain destruction? Would she forgive him or at the very least understand why he was the way he was?

That he had tried, had tried so damn hard for her to change, to put away his caliginous past and keep it buried in the past.

Five minutes away…

Was he really that weak a man that he could not turn away? That he could not stay upon the line he had drawn for himself? Or instead was he a strong male, embracing his destiny? He chuckled at that. Strong male embracing destiny, embracing a double edged sword was more to his thinking.

Four minutes away…..

There was time; there was time to leave this cursed place. To turn and never look back. To forget who he was in the past and remain the man he had become in the present. He could retain his dignity and honor. He could become the man she inspired him to be.

The male he had pretended to be…

Three minutes away…

And yet…he was still going, his feet still moving. Still carrying him forward towards that boulder. Still getting closer to that dark place. Still going to carry out his dark deed.

Two minutes away…

He had not changed as much as he thought he had. A bitter chuckle made its way past his lips. Ehvil was still Ehvil. He could change his name as many times as he liked, and yet deep inside he confronted his worst fear, that in his heart….

One minute away….

He would never change.

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His flesh was burning, but then again, it always was. He could smell the putrid scent of burned flesh, could hear the crackling flames, and could feel the heat of the blazing inferno engulfing his body slowly.

He mentally shrugged, it was nothing that was new to him, but fuck it all to hell the shit still hurt like a son of a bitch!

As the flames encased him in a burning embrace, consuming him once more he felt the first stirrings of desire. His flesh began to melt from his body; he tried not to scream out in pain, as ecstasy rolled through every nerve in his body. It hurt like hell but gave him the biggest orgasms he could take.

The feel of being burned alive gave him an instant hard-on while the stench of his flesh made him want to vomit.

It was perfect combination of sexual stimulation and sweet, sweet torturous pain that got him off every time. As the flames licked up his legs he moaned in pleasure, almost cumming from the sensation alone. Skin; completely melted off lay in clumps around his ankles, slowly burning to ash. He cried out in pleasurable pain as the flames began to burn away muscle, leaving only a charred skeleton behind. The flames reached higher as his body was pushed deeper into the human furnace.

"God yeah!" he moaned as the fire crept up to his cock.

The pain nearly made him black out, the pleasure causing his hips to jerk. He couldn't take it. He came hard and long, his moan of pleasure rumbling the stone walls as the flames enclosed him, burning the rest of the flesh from his body.

 

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Hearing the cry of pleasure, Ehvil shook his head.

`He always did have a strange taste for pain,'

As he broke open the heavy door, it crashed into the wall on the other side of the room, cracking the gray stone. The demon in front of the huge furnace looked up at him in shocked surprise. The room was nothing more than a cave, a small cot lay in a corner on the other side of the furnace, a pot hanging above a fire near the cot and a small body of water that looked deeper than it should be in the small cramped space.

He looked over at the tall blackened furnace.

The door to the furnace was closed, flames visible through the little pep-hole. Inside he could hear moaning and thrashing.

"What do ye here demon?" the demon questioned in outrage.

He was an Ox Youkai, over seven feet tall and strong if the bulging muscles could be any indication. His black eyes were as fierce as his aggressive stance. He was bald, his face resembling a strange combination of ox and human. The lower part of his body was that of an animal, complete with hooves and a tail. It was strange to see.

"I have come for him," Ehvil stated, nodding his head in the direction of the deranged creature laughing inside of the furnace.

Closing the furnace pep-hole, the Ox Youkai unsheathed a gleaming blade lying next to the furnace.

"Then ye shall have to go through me, demon."

Ehvil shifted cold calculated eyes over the room once more. It was dark and damp. The furnace took up much of the room. The walls were made of stone, gray and depressing, rats scuttled through cracks in the walls and above head, and a foul odor permeated the room, the musk pungent and suffocating. The floor was made of dirt, and dim torches illuminated the room, casting shadows upon the walls.

He sneered at the poor conditions; it was as disgusting as the being before him.

"You will move aside or die,” he told the Ox.

Even as he said the words, he could feel excitement burst free. Could feel the anticipation slither up his spine. The thrill of an impending kill nearly took his breath away. The adrenaline rush made his mind feel muddled and hazy. God he hoped the Ox would not back down, because he knew if he did not kill something soon, if he did not see blood coating his hands he was sure he would simply die!

It had been a long time.

Too damn long…

The Ox stood his ground. Ehvil inclined his head in acknowledgment of the challenge, while on the inside he was elated, ecstatic, and so damn hungry for violence he could barely contain himself.

"Very well," he said more calmly than he felt at the moment.

The Ox charged at him with a loud battle cry, sword over head, barreling towards him, shaking the ground beneath his booted feet.

He would make this quick, quick and messy he decided. He was not in the mood to torture the youkai right now. He was too hungry, too starved to prolong it.

Gracefully stepping forward, Ehvil sliced through the youkai with his claws, his hands a simple blur as the moved this way and that; up, down, diagonal, left and right. Blood pumped through his body as he slashed fast and clean through flesh, tendons, muscles and bone before dropping his hands and standing back to watch.

The youkai stopped, black eyes staring into cold eyes, surprise written on his face as a hundred perfect lines appeared upon his skin, and his body began to fall apart. Chunks of neatly cut squares of flesh falling to floor. A pool of blood oozed towards him, shifting into a steady stream, curling around his feet. Squatting down he dipped his fingers into the crimson sticky substance, feeling the familiar warmth of it, the thickness of it, memories came back all at once.

Memories of raiding villages, of killing all that stood in his way, of laughing with his comrades, of being a member of the Evil Six. His long tongue slipped from his lips and tasted the thick nectar on his tongue, eyes glowing red with the ecstasy.

Gods it was even better than he remembered.

He shoved his fingers into his mouth, desperate for another taste, relishing the sensation of blood on his tongue, his thirst increasing like a man who had not had food or water in weeks, months, years even.

Against his will his fangs shot from his mouth, his mouth salivating excessively, his gaze hazing over, a growl escaped his chest as he grabbed the pieces of flesh, devouring every piece, licking at the blood on the ground. The dirt and blood only fed his need for more. He wanted more, needed more.

For a moment, he lay panting on the floor, trembling from his need.

He knew not how long he lay there, but after a while, composed, he walked over to the furnace.

This was one of the punishments handed down for being a part of the Evil Six, to burn over and over for eternity. Clearly this task was to be carried out by the Ox demon that was he currently digesting. No doubt the task the Ox carried out was a form of punishment for the Ox as well.

Tourcher's punishment had been eternal imprisonment, to suffocate to death, over and over inside his casket.

Ehvil had been the only member to escape punishment.

Even now he had no idea how he had escaped while the others had perished, even big brother Vishious had been caught and imprisoned.

He opened the furnace, and a black charred skeleton greeted him.

The flesh of the being lay in ashes around him, the smell rank and chocking. The skeleton was completely black from the fire, the organs clearly visible, despite the fact that all skin and muscle had been burned away, were intact and functioning.

He arched a brow at the still form.

"Will you sit there and play possum or will you move your ass and regenerate so we can be on our way."

A skeletal smile greeted him, and laughter bloomed from within the bony rib cage. The laugh was rough, loud and dark.

"Ehvil, how have you been old comrade?" the skeleton asked with vast amusement coating his every word.

Ehvil shifted on his feet impatiently. He had forgotten how much his dear `comrade' liked to joke around, even when he was burned and maimed as he was now. He shook his head, hoping he wouldn't have to do too much nagging to get the male to move so they could be on their way already.

"Well enough,” he answered absently.

"What brings you to my domain?"

"Vishious is making his move, it's time and well you know that. Move it,"

The smile became wider, more sadistic.

"Indeed? And here I was enjoying my prison."

That got a smile out of him and nostalgia hit him hard in the chest. It was just like old times again. For a second, it was as though they had not been apart for decades, as though he had not lived as General Rykotsu of the Northern lands, but as Ehvil of the Evil Six. He could not say it was a bad feeling, to be reunited with his old friend.

"You are one sick motherfucker Mahdness. You have not changed one bit."

Mahdness snorted, "As if I could change even if I wanted to do so. I am me, and I shall remain myself. One cannot change one's self completely, but merely add to the list of one's characteristics and habits."

As he began regenerating, muscle knitting over bone, he said, "I quite enjoy being sadistic and masochistic, it is the only way I know and want to survive. It is a part of me I would not change even if I could. We cannot change ourselves."

Ehvil looked away for a while, his friend's words sinking into his mind and repeating over and over in his mind.

Could he be right? Could Mahdness see what he himself was trying to deny?

It was more than possible.

Despite his broken mind, Mahdness was quite intuitive at times, seeing things other were often blind to, things others would rather die than admit to.

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Vishious was very pleased, positively purring with contentment as he listened to the wayward thoughts of both Mahdness and Ehvil.

As always, Mahdness' thoughts were unfocused and random, though stable at the moment. Ehvil's thoughts however were a lot more interesting. Ehvil was returning. He was beginning to rationalize his urge to kill, pushing back his infernal conscious further and further behind his need to kill and torture.

He could see it, he could feel it.

The Evil Six would no longer be reduced to five.

They would be whole again.

His brothers.

Though they shared no blood they were the closest things any of them had to a family. True enough they were a psychotic, dysfunctional, crazed family, but they were a family none the less. Although, they were his family, he had of late been pondering on a few things.

The last time they had all been together, he had been captured and sentence to this damn prison.

Though he did not want to admit it, he knew that his brothers were not as strong as him, and he was damn sure that he would not be in this situation if not for them.

They were weak.

And weakness could not be tolerated. He would release them, of course, but he would also watch them closely. And if their weakness became too much of a liability to him…

Well, he'd just have to exterminate them and find a new family, now wouldn't he?

He turned back to his mirror, looking at the newly risen Mahdness.

Mahdness had just finished regenerating and said goodbye to Ehvil who was on his way to the Northern border to raise yet another one of their breather from the grip of death and unleash more evil onto the poor unsuspecting world of moronic do-gooders.

It was sickening the way these beings co-existed. It was his worse fears coming true.

Humans and youkai living in peace, no war tearing the land apart, no screams of pain and anguish filled the air, no scent of death and decaying corpses lingered on the wind.

Nothing but happy people milling about.

He wanted to kill everyone, idiotic simpletons.

He sighed, trying not to let the rage overtake him again. It was becoming increasingly hard to control his emotions and even harder not to give into the urge to throw a frustrated tantrum. He was tired of pacing the length of his prison, of being confined to this place, to be able to see the outside world and not be able to cause pain and chaos.

He shook his head.

He could think of it no longer.

Instead of dwelling on his anger, his thoughts took a familiar path, finding Kagome. His love, his future mate.

She was so perfect for him.

Innocent and pure on the inside and out, he wanted to corrupt her, ached to do so with every fiber of his being.

He wanted to defile her mind and body, her very spirit, her very soul.

He could not live happily until her had touched her, contaminated her, tainted her in every way possible, and he would…soon.

So very, very soon.

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Yamiko dismissed his soldiers, allowing them to seek their rest in the quarters they had been assigned since arriving in the Western castle, then headed up to his own chambers to refresh and get ready for the meeting later today with the elders concerning Kagome and the Northern lands.

Even though he was still ticked off for being deceived, he was glad it had turned out this way. Now he no longer had to challenge the Northern Lord, he could mate her instead and not only gain the woman of his desire but her prosperous lands as well.

God, could he have gotten any luckier?

Stripping down he made his way to the bathing room. He gave himself a quick clean, then eased into the hot water in the clawed tub. He sighed, his head falling back, muscles relaxing. Once he mated her he'd have to work on figuring out who was behind these attacks and from where did they came, but right now had no clue where to start looking.

He had no clues, no leads, nowhere to start.

It gave him a headache just thinking about it, so he decided not to think of it and instead direct his thoughts back to his intended mate.

He was glad he would mate Kagome soon; she somehow had the power to heal the disease that came with the attacks. She would be a very important asset to him, as well as to others. He would have to charge them for her services of course.

They would not use his woman for free.

As he soaked he thought about what he should wear.

He had to look his best for his future mate.

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Sweat dripped from his muscled body, pleasure coursing through his veins. His body was on fire, the blood in his veins rushing at an alarming rate. A moan slipped from between his lips as he arched his back, pushing his cock into his tight clenched fist. He thought of her as he pumped his raging erection; her luscious dark hair and luminous brown eyes.

He could see her in his mind's eye. Head thrown back in pleasure, his name on her plump red lips as he pounded her pussy, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

It was almost too much to think about. It made his dick harder, more painful.

He gasped, picking up the pace.

"Kagome…" he breathed on a strangled moan.

He felt the climax start in his balls, acute and intense as it crashed over him in waves. Spurt after spurt of cum coating his hand and sheets. He cried out as the feeling intensified. He came again, his vision blackening, his mind swimming with pleasure.

Afterwards he lay there, basking in the aftermath of pleasure. His sheets were soaked through, sticking to him.

Taking in a breath, he held it before letting it out. God that had felt good. His muscles were relaxed, his whole body thrumming with contentment. Reluctantly, he sat up, sighing in contentment.

Sarinji got up from bed and headed for the bathroom.

He cleaned himself slowly, then lingered in the hot water. He had not masturbated since he was a young pup and he had to admit, he had forgotten how pleasurable it could be. It had not been needed since he had matured.

Women had been throwing themselves at him since he was thirteen years old. But he wasn't upset that he had done it.

He felt like a young buck again, the feeling was invigorating.

Thanks to the woman that would one day soon become his mate. Kagome, his perfect female. He would have her once this meeting was over. It was just a matter of formalities he was sure. No matter, he could wait.

He was a patient male.

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Sesshomaru was already seated at the head of the table, his mind going over the reports he'd received upon his return. A number of villages had been attacked in his absence. The damage had been nominal, his soldiers more careful and adapting to the new threat as they had been trained. Not only had they escaped injury, they'd also eliminated the creature. Their carcasses were being examined and dissected by the best healers and scientist of the Western lands.

The reports from the dissection so far were interesting and if he was able to conclude this meeting soon enough, he wanted to view these finding personally. He wanted to see for himself what made those maggots tick.

Eventually, his thoughts strayed to Kagome. He had felt her heated glare at his back during the entire journey.

It amused him to say the least.

One of the things that attracted him to her was her temper. She challenged him. Challenged his authority, and his inner beast revealed in it, thrilled in the chase. He would not stop until he had bound her to him, until he commanded her, had conquered her in every way possible.

He had to have her.

It was no longer a want but a driving need. He barely kept his beast contained when he thought of her, let alone when he was around her.

The beast was always there at the edge of his mind, ready to break free at the first sign of weakness in him. He would be happy when this meeting was over and he could claim his female.

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Kagome was dressed in her best, her thick hair pinned up in dazzling twists and braids, done up by the maid assigned to her. She was a kind old woman named Kaede, she had a warm smile and kind eyes as she helped her bathe and dress. Once the woman had left, General Haku had come and placed the cuffs back on, much to her annoyance, and had led her down complex hallways and stairs, down to an elegant Hall to a door where she assumed the meeting would take place.

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, and felt faint and nervous.

Gods she hoped she wouldn't pass out.

Haku put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him and smiled nervously. She took comfort in his return smile. She turned back and straighten, her pride giving her courage. As the doors creaked open and she made her way inside, she swore to herself that no matter what happened here, she would control her future!

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Laters!

~Sessakag