InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Losing Control ( Chapter 64 )

Chapter Sixty-Four:

Losing Control 

 

In a dark, dimly lit room, a young woman lay dying on her futon.

Her pale skin was littered with bruises, her lips dry and blue. Beneath her brown eyes dark circles stood out against the pallor of her skin.

She coughed, loud and hard. Weakly, she brought a crinkled and bloody cloth to her mouth. As she coughed, the warm taste of blood filled her mouth, bubbling from her cracked lips to the dirty cloth in her hand.

Next to her sickbed, her two daughters hovered over her, fluffing her pillow, patting her cold hand and sending concerned looks to each other when they thought she wasn't looking.

Her eldest daughter, Sari lifted her gently as her younger daughter, Shi, brought a steaming bowl of soup.

She paid no attention to their movements.

Her entire focus was on the shadows moving along the walls, the dark figures stretching towards her from every angle.

They were closing in on her, moving towards her with their outstretched gnarled hands and vacant eye sockets, clawing their way towards her. She wanted to scream, to climb from her bed and run far from those devils but she was too weak.

She was too tired to scream, too spirit broken to even try and fight them off anymore.

They had dragged her through hell these past few months, terrorizing her in the most heinous of ways.

Even in her dreams they were there, tormenting her, sucking all the energy and life from her very being in a way she had never even imagined.

This time, she wouldn't struggle. She would let them take her down to the darkness, drag her down to the lowest pits of hell if they so desired.

She didn't care anymore.

She just wanted to rest, to sleep and never wake up again.

But God did her heart ache over her decision. Though her choice was set in stone, her feelings were torn.

On one hand, her children, her two precious daughters would be left without a mother. She would never see them grow into women, never see them marry; never see any grandchildren they bore. Knowing this, she could not help but feel ashamed of herself; as though she were taking the easy way out, the coward's way out.

And in a way, she was.

But on the other hand the pain would end, the suffering and terror would cease and she could finally rest.

Feeling a tug on the furs pulled up to her chin, she looked down at her feet.

One of the creatures had reached her. It hissed and drooled, its gnarled hands reaching, stretching towards her. Tiredly, she looked at her two daughters.

Shi held a spoonful of soup to her lips, urging her to eat some of the steaming food. She couldn't hear what her daughter was saying to her, didn't really care at the moment. All she wanted right now was to look at her beautiful girls, to burn their images in her mind forever.

Turning slightly, she slowly moved her head to look up at Sari, who wrinkled her brows with worry.

She had the urge to reach up and smooth the anxiety from her pretty face, the urge but not the energy or strength.

Another tug on her furs drew her attention. Turning her head once more, she came face to face with one of the creatures. Fear gripped her heart tightly as she stared into the empty sockets of the creature's pale face.

Up close, she could make out every horrible detail of its features.

The deep wrinkles lining its dry, rough skin, the tiny blue veins so vividly clear underneath the pasty skin. Its dark hair was tangled, greasy and falling out. As it opened its mouth its chapped lips cracked, dark green blood oozing from the wounds.

The stench of its foul breath was nearly unbearable. It smelled of death warmed over twice.

She was used to the smell by now, and yet every time the scent drifted by her nose she wanted to vomit.

The beasts' sharp and crooked teeth were black and rotting, and the tongue hanging from its mouth was slit down the middle, both sides wiggling much like the tongue of a snake. She closed her eyes against the pain as it moved closer, digging its dirty claws into the flesh of her arms, adding more bruises and scratches to her skin.

Around her, her daughters called to her, the panic in their voice apparent as the bruises coated their mother's arms, appearing from an unknown source.

Their mother however, paid them no heed.

All that mattered right now was the creature before her, the demon pulling at her hair, its mouth opened wide as it emitted a horrible screeching sound. The sound was so loud, so painful, she felt sure she would go deaf.

Distantly she was aware of someone shaking her gently, calling her name over and over, desperate to gain her attention.

Unable to move her head, her fearful brown eyes moved over to look into the eyes of her daughter, Shi.

Young, pretty and scared, her youngest daughter's dark eyes were swimming with unshed tears. Slowly she looked back at the creature before her. Her heart began to pound loudly as it began to sink into her own skin, its pale flesh disappearing beneath her own.

“Mother….what's wrong?” Shi asked in wavering voice.

Terror shinning in her eyes, she looked over at her daughter once more. With great effort, she drew a deep breath to speak.

“It's….in my….skin…” she whispered in a shaky voice.

“What's in your skin, mother?” Sari asked tearfully.

The woman looked around the room fearfully, unknowing that to her daughters, she looked like a crazed female that had lost her grip on reality.

“They've come…” she whimpered, “they've come…for me…”

With a loud scream, the woman lashed out, kicking and punching weakly against any and all.

Her daughters reacted instantly.

Sari held down the flailing woman easily, overpowering, the sickly, malnourished woman, while her sister Shi brought over a small vial of brown liquid and a spoon.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but the two young girls managed to force the dark substance down their mother's throat.

The results were instant.

The flailing limbs fell limp at her sides, and a glazed look came to her eyes. Reaching out, Sari stroked her mother's sweat soaked hair, tears glistening in her brown eyes.

“It's alright mother,” she said softly, “It will all be okay. We're here, we're right here with you,”

 

Pain broke out through every fiber of her being, every part of her body. The pain, it burned and stung like giant, flaming nails being hammered into her skin. Her bones felt as though they were being broken, repaired and broken again.

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

She could do naught but watch as the creature dug deeper into her body, its neck stretching upward towards her throat, black teeth salivating.

Desperately, she turned back to her daughters, eyes wide and fearful.

This was it.

This would be the last time she would see them. She was sure of it; felt it deep in her twisting gut.

Her skin tightened and bruised as the creature dug even deeper into her skin, filling her entire body with its malevolent energy. Taking another shuddering breath, she reached out and grasped the hand of her nearest daughter, not sure which one she clutched in her desperate death grip.

“Take care…of your sister…Sari….” she wheezed as the creatures breath fanned her neck, “take care of her…take care of….each other….I love…you…both………so very much,”

Her body convulsed as it latched onto her neck, biting in so deep, so hard she could not make a sound. The shock of the pain was indescribable.

Distantly, she could hear her daughters sobbing, shaking her, asking her what was wrong.

The beast locked its jaws, cutting off the air to her lungs. Her back arched, her fist clenched in the furs and her lips turned blue.

Her vision blurred once or twice before going dark completely.

The pain intensified, blinding her to all else. Her daughter's sobs and wails retreated even further from her range of hearing. The room began to spin, and suddenly she was falling, hurtling through the dark air. The beast fell away, and with it, some of the pain vanished.

Fearful, she closed her eyes tightly, praying that the pain and torture would end soon.

The wind around her changed, becoming hotter, burning her skin.

Her eyes opened to little slits, looking around for the source of the great heat. With her dark hair dancing about her face, she looked down at the ground below.

A sea of blazing fire, agonized screams, and a plane of ungodly beasts greeted her.

Fear gripped her throat as her descent slowed; allowing her to gain a full view of awaited her. There was no paradise, no heaven, and no place of eternal, peaceful rest.

There was naught but the overwhelming sounds and sights of Hell.

`Why….…why am I here?'

She was hardly a saint, but she was no great sinner. For what reason was she to be condemned to this horrid place; to suffer even more than she had in life?

God in heaven when would it all end?

“It will never end,” a voice rumbled, “For you, there is no end,”

Her eyes opened wide at the sound of the smooth, familiar voice. It was the voice of her lover, Kikkashi. Her fear turned to complete and utter panic, making her feel lightheaded from the intensity of it.

In the beginning, he had been the perfect friend and confidant; helping out with the girls and around the house, attending to her and showering her with love, affection and heartfelt gifts. Before, he had been her most coveted dream, her most desperate wish.

In the end, however, he had grown to be her worst nightmare.

He appeared, his lips curved into a disturbing grin, his face as handsome as she remembered. The black horns upon his forehead had not been there before, and his crimson eyes had not looked as bloodthirsty and cold either. His body, however, had changed completely.

From mid-waist all the way down his flesh was no longer flesh but black smoke, curling about him.

He was falling with her, his long dark hair tangling with her own. Reaching out with a smoky clawed hand, he stroked her cheek in a loving caress, just as he used to.

The touch sent her back in time.

A time where she had loved him more than life, a time where she had believed he had loved her with the same fierce passion.

And yet, at the same time, it took her back in time where she had feared him.

When he had shown his true colors, when it had been too late to right the great mistake she had made.

“Come with me, darling Yushia, we shall descend into Hell together,” he murmured, a gleam coming to his red eyes, “You will join the sea of lost souls you see around you,”

Yushia looked around at the women below, cringed at the torture they endured at the hands of the beasts, or rather, monsters.

In the distance, a sea of boiling blood crashed over the shores of the small scatter of islands and in the blazing red sky large, scaly dragons soared through the air, breathing fire on the hoard of women inhabiting each island.

The islands, however, was what brought choking fear into her heart.

The visible pain and misery of their suffering was almost too much to watch. And yet she couldn't turn away; could not help but watch in horrified fascination as one woman was skinned alive. The screaming woman was tied by her feet, hanging upside down from the branch of large rotting tree towering over the land.

Though she was only one of many hanging women, she couldn't tear her attention from the woman's horrific screams.

“These women, they were once like you,” he continued as the ground grew closer, “I have broken them, harvested their life energy and let their tortured souls wander my glorious Hell for all eternity. This is your fate, dear, sweet Yushia. To become another number amongst my many, many suffering wives,”

He laughed at that, threw his head back and cackled as though he had heard the funniest joke ever told.

His dark laughter filled her ears as she landed hard on the unforgiving ground below. The crack of her bones was loud to her own ears and the shock of the pain was overwhelming.

It felt magnified, more intense than anything she had ever experienced.

Pain so deep she could not utter a word, could barely breathe.

His face appeared before her, her lover from Hell. He smiled at her, his white fangs gleaming at her. Bending down, he nuzzled her neck.

The brief contact sent agony sliding over her skin.

Her teeth clenched, biting through her tongue and flooding her mouth with warm blood.

“I can already tell that you will scream prettily for me,” he said rubbing his cheek along her own over and over, “You will bleed even better and maybe, just maybe your pain and misery will alleviate the constant boredom that has plagued me for so many millennia,”

With those cryptic words whispered into her ear, he disappeared, leaving her bleeding on the ground.

She lay on the ground, unable to say a word as a beast approached. Not once did she resist as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling from the floor. Not once did her fearful, fast beating heart slow as the creature dragged her away, taking her towards tortures unknown.

She screamed, loud and long, her voice lost among the ocean of screams of the women tortured in this burning, horrible Hell.

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The blood crashed through his veins, pounding in his ears. He was seeing red; everywhere he looked was a crimson haze. His sense, already keen, sharpened even more, heightening his sense of smell, his sight, everything.

He was being stalked and, he knew it.

In the forest surrounding him a beast lurked, hunting him.

Sesshomaru gripped his sword tighter, adrenaline pumping through his body.

He was more than ready to take on his father, had been ready since his untimely and completely unwanted revival from the grave. The hatred for his father was bursting from his heart, coursing throughout his entire body.

The emotion was so choking, so very crippling that it was the only thing that had been on his mind for the past week.

He wanted this; he wanted to kill his father, to get revenge for the pain and humiliation he had caused his poor, sick, dying mother. He wanted his father to finally get his well deserved and overdue punishment for his sins.

Tired of waiting for his father to make a move, Sesshomaru raised his sword high in the air.

Energy pulsing through the blade, he brought it down sharply, watching as a blue light shot forth from its tip, destroying a long line of trees and vegetation before him.

“Why do you hide, father,” he growled in a guttural voice, “Not only are you an adulterer, you are a coward,”

Turning, he swung his sword once more, blasting more trees to pieces.

“Do you fear me?” he asked with a cruel upturn of his lips, “I would not be surprised to learn the truth of that, dear father,”

His taunts did not go unanswered for long.

From the forest, his father burst free, blazing red eyes narrowed in fury, sword in hand.

Their swords clashed loudly, their energies colliding, sending large gusts of wind blasting over the immediate area. Their face, more animalistic than humanlike were twisting into sneers of hatred and anger.

“I do not fear you, pup,” his father spat, “It is you who should fear me. I may have been gone long from your life, but you severely underestimate me if you think that your own power is greater than my own,”

With a fierce push, Sesshomaru pushed the older male back a few steps, following up with vicious thrusts of his deadly blade.

“This Sesshomaru has not underestimated you, father,” he hissed coldly, “You proved yourself to be a weak, coward long before your supposed death. Nay, I underestimate you not,”

Angered, InuTaisho pushed back, striking hard and mercilessly, wanting nothing more than to kill his elder son at that moment. The rage coursing through him was all consuming, rioting out of control, taking over all rational thoughts and replacing them with bloodlust.

Sesshomaru stumbled back as his father pushed forward, his blade slashing against his armor.

The two broke apart, each one glaring at the other. His father's smile was smug as he eyed the large gouge carved into his son's armor.

Enraged, Sesshomaru instantly went on the attack, moving faster than the naked eye could track. Pouring heat and poison to the tip of his razor sharp claws, he lashed out with his poisonous whip. InuTaisho dodged, jumping backwards, before turning and running, distancing himself from the poison. The green whip snapped at his father, searing and burning through the branches of the forest as he chased his retreating father.

Turning abruptly, InuTaisho lunged at his son, ducking the whip and going right for the jugular with his claws. Sesshomaru could feel the deadly sharpness of his claws digging into his flesh as his father wrapped his hand around his throat, lifting him up high into the air.

“Submit, pup, I am your alpha,” InuTaisho growled lowly.

Silently, Sesshomaru grabbed his arm, burning his forearm with searing green poison, his crimson eyes flashing green before returning to blazing crimson.

“You will never be my alpha,” he sneered, his face contorting, “You are as weak as you were before your welcomed disappearance years ago,”

InuTaisho release him as a bright light encased the younger male. Leaping backwards, InuTaisho watched as the light grew bright and large, towering over him. When the light vanished, a huge fierce, fluffy eared dog stood growling, and salivating; bright red eyes narrowed to slits.

With a loud bark, Sesshomaru attacked, barreling down on his father with murderous intent.

InuTaisho charged towards the great beast, light surrounding him as he too changed.

The two dogs crashed hard into each other, clawing and biting, doing their best to wound and maim the other male.

From a distance, Sarinji watched the brutal battle, torn with indecision. Should he break it up or let it continue.

Men often fought to resolve their differences as opposed to their female counterparts who worked out their problems with talk of feelings. Had this been a normal situation under normal circumstances, Sarinji would not have been indecisive.

He would have definitely allowed the men to hash out their conflict with violence.

But these were not normal circumstances at all.

With all the intense emotions and lack of control going on with the people around him, he was not so certain that allowing them to continue to fight would be the right solution.

It was clear to him that those two were out for more than just a good fight.

They were out for blood; they were out to kill.

But judging from the snarls and growls, the ripping of flesh and fur occurring at the moment, if he got between the two right now, he himself would be cut down by one or both of them. Knowing that, his best decision would be to stand aside right now and monitor the brawl.

If things got completely out of control, he would have to intercede, but for now, he knew it was in his own best interest to stand back and let the two males vent the bulk of their anger with violence.

Leaping upward, Sarinji took refuge atop the branch a tall tree to watch the fight.

Blood trickled down the crescent moon on Sesshomaru's furred forehead, leading a bright crimson trail down to his nose where it dripped onto the ground. Sesshomaru licked out at the blood on his nose, the taste of it fueling his own bloodlust.

Through hazy red eyes, he looked over at his father, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes upon spotting the red, bloody gashes decorating his right side.

Big drops of blood dripped onto the ground, forming a large puddle.

Baring his fangs, InuTaisho lunged at his son once more. Sesshomaru was more than ready for him. The two dogs rose up on their hind legs, their arms wrapping around each other, claws embedded deep into each other as their fangs sank into shoulders and necks.

Sarinji could barely stomach the brutality.

InuTaisho lost his balance, and the two youkai's toppled over, crashing atop trees and sending great gusts of wind towards Sarinji.

The branch he stood on wobbled. Sarinji leapt upward as it snapped in half, landing gracefully upon another branch some distance away from the beasts rolling around on the ground. The scent of blood hung heavily in the air, and the crackling of energy made the atmosphere suffocating.

His blood pumping, Sesshomaru pinned his father to the ground with his paws.

Mouth watering, eyes gleaming with blazing hate, he opened his jaws and went for the kill. Seeing the look in his eyes, InuTaisho made his move as well, ready to see his son dead.

Sarinji made his move then, knowing that this was it.

If he didn't stop them now, one or both of them were sure to die.

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Kagome sat drinking her tea across from Kagura.

They sat in uncomfortable silence, neither one uttering a word.

Outside the doors of their room, the sounds of chaos reached their ears. During their brief walk down the hall, they had skirted around more than five fist fights between guest, three or four couples doing things that should not be done in public and more than a few weeping women running down the halls, their eyes red and their cheeks wet.

It seemed as though everything was coming to a fevered pitch, and Kagome was afraid of what was to come.

Sitting her tea cup down on the table and wiping her lips with a napkin, Kagome looked up at Kagura, her eyes on the healing bite mark on her neck. She knew that Kagura had mated with General Ensei a few days ago.

The signs were all there, but she wondered why Kagura had not told her herself.

Over the last few months they had gotten really close, or at least Kagome thought they had been, but now it seemed as though they were drifting apart. It didn't make any sense.

What had gone wrong between them?

Shusui was much in the same state.

Though her relationship between Sinjaku was blatantly obvious, the older woman had not spoken openly to Kagome about the affair between them.

And if she were completely honest about the whole deal, she was more than a little hurt that both women were trying to keep secrets from her, even if they were doing an absolutely horrible job at keeping those secrets, secret.

But Kagome refused to tell either woman that.

They should already know. The three of them had been friends long enough to know how she felt.

She shrugged inwardly.

She wouldn't push it though. If they weren't going to tell her then that was fine.

“How are you feeling today, Kagome?”

Kagome looked up, a faint smile coming to her lips.

“I'm fine this morning, though the pups are starting to move more, or at least I think they are. Every now and then I'll feel a little flutter in my belly,” Kagome said, rubbing the top of her extended stomach gently, “It truly is amazing,”

An odd look of envy and almost jealousy crossed Kagura's face before she schooled her features to hide it.

Even Kagome could tell that the smile she paced on her face was in no way real.

“I'm sure it is,” Kagura said pleasantly.

A bit uneasy, Kagome took one of the rice balls from the plate on the table, munching on the rice silently while Kagura took another sip of her tea.

Once more, the two lapsed into silence. Kagome tapped her feet on the ground, her brows furred in confusion at the change in her good friend. Kagura wasn't hostile towards her, at least not as far as she could tell, but there was something bothering her and Kagome was sure she was the main focus for the issue.

Though she wasn't exactly sure why that was.

The two of them had not gotten into any bad arguments since that day Kagura had snapped at her during the scavenger hunt. Kagome hadn't said anything or done anything to her that would cause unease between them since then, so why then was there tension between them whenever they were in the same area?

She didn't know why, but she sure as hell intended to find out.

“Kagura?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is anything…wrong?”

Looking up from her tea, Kagura blinked at her in feigned confusion. Kagome thought the look was fake, and that disturbed her most of all.

“Whatever do you mean, Kagome? What could possibly be wrong?”

Kagome paused.

Maybe she was being overly sensitive and a bit prickly but she could have sworn that the tone Kagura used was completely mocking. Ignoring it, Kagome pressed forward with her line of questioning.

“Well, it seems as though we are more…distant than we were before. I don't feel like we are as close as we used to be and I'm not sure why,” she said, reaching over to grasp her friend's hand, “Over the months, we seemed to be good friends and yet over the past week, it seems to me that we are no longer close enough to call ourselves “friends”,”

Kagura sat quietly a moment, taking in all that had been said before she answered, once again pasting on a smile that just did not seem to reach her eyes.

“I'm sure you're wrong, Kagome,” Kagura said brightly, patting her palm, “I don't sense that we're drifting apart at all. In fact, there was something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I haven't gotten the chance to,”

Kagome waited patiently for her to continue.

“Well, General Ensei and I have come to a decision regarding our relationship,” this time, when she smiled, Kagome knew that it was as real as the sky was blue for it shined brightly through her red eyes, “We have become mated,”

Kagome smiled brightly, though it was hard to act surprised seeing as she had already known that for days.

Still, she was glad her friend was so happy.

“I'm overjoyed to hear the news, Kagura. I know how you must feel about him,”

Kagura nodded.

“I love him,” she said dreamily, “I'd do anything for him,”

And just that quickly, the tension returned and a hard glint came to her friend's eyes. Kagome's brows drew down in confusion at the look. There was definitely something the two of them needed to get out in the open.

“What's that look, Kagura?”

“What look?”

“The one you just gave me. It seemed as though there was something you wanted to say to me but didn't. Something I don't think I would like,”

Kagura paused, swirling one finger around the rim of the tea cup in front of her.

“Actually, there is something I would like to say to you,”

Kagome felt her heart drop at those words. In her heart she had know there was something bothering her friend and she was distressed to know that she was the cause of her friend's discontent.

“Please, go on,” Kagome encouraged despite her distress.

“Well, lately, I've been quite…unhappy with the living arrangements here,”

“Unhappy?” Kagome repeated in confusion, “Why? I thought everything was going so well,”

“For a while, it was. But now, I want more than what I have here. I want a mate, a life, children even,” she said wistfully, “I can't have that as your servant,”

“But Kagura, you know you've been more of a companion than a servant. I've never really treated you as such,”

“It doesn't matter, at the end of the day I am nothing more than your servant,”

“That's not-“

“Oh spare me your denial. You know the truth as well as I, so don't act as though you don't. You insult my intelligence,”

Kagome cleared her throat.

“Very well, I won't deny it. But as I've said before, you've never been treated as a servant by me,”

“It matters not. I no longer wish to be your servant,” she continued a bit angrily, “I no longer wish to sit by and watch you flaunt your mate and pups before my face. I deserve happiness as much as you do,”

Kagome had no idea how to respond to such outrageous accusations. Flaunting her mate and pups? Where in the hell had Kagura gotten such a crazy idea from? She didn't flaunt anything, had never flaunting anything in her entire life.

“Hold on one moment, you mean to say that you think that I'm flaunting my supposed happiness before your face purposely?”

“Yes, I do,” Kagura confirmed, eyes narrowed, “Don't deny it,”

Kagome had never been more baffled in all her life. What ridiculous nonsense!

“I've done no such thing!” Kagome responded, feeling a bout of anger herself, “What possible reason would I have to do something so childish?”

Kagura shrugged.

“I don't know your mind; your reasons why you do it are your own I suppose,”

Kagome felt as though she were living in an alternate universe where everyone had lost their goddamn minds.

Feeling a flutter in her belly, Kagome calmed herself.

She knew for a fact that Kagura was as deeply affected by whatever was plaguing her guests. There was no sense arguing with her.

“Listen, Kagura, I'm not sure how I gave you the impression that I was flaunting my happiness in your face but I want to assure you that I wasn't tr-“

Both women looked around at the sound of rumbling.

Around them, the walls shook and outside the trembling structure loud crashes reached their ears. Great roars echoed, sending chills down their spines. Dread settled into the pit of Kagome's stomach as she stood and rushed over to a nearby window.

In the distance, she could see them; her mate and her father-in-law fighting. Biting and scratching, literally tearing each other apart. The two large dogs were panting and barking at each other, their silver fur dripping with crimson blood, gashes and puncture wounds pumping more blood from their large bodies.

Even from the great distance, Kagome could smell the large amount of blood.

It was a nightmare come true.

“We have to stop them,” Kagome exclaimed, turning back to Kagura.

Standing a few feet away, Kagura looked completely unconcerned with what was going on. Too worried to contemplate Kagura's strange behavior any longer, Kagome swept from the room, heading towards the stairs.

Kagura followed, slowing only to scoop her fan from the table.

Calmness settled over her as she followed Kagome out of the room.

This was her chance.

Her hand tightened on her fan, opening and closing it as Kagome neared the stairs. The wind picked up slightly, stirring gently around the hem of Kagome's kimono. As Kagome descended the stairs, Kagura snapped open her fan, and with a flick of her wrist, sent a gust of air towards the rushing young woman.

Kagura watched dispassionately as Kagome tumbled down the hard, unforgiving stairs.

 

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Now I know you may all be wondering who the hell that woman was that got dragged into hell at the beginning of the story, I urge you all to be patient, it will make sense later on.

Please let me know what you all think of the chapter!

That's all for now!

Laters

~Sessakag