InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bits From The Big Yellow Bag ❯ Urasue's Doll ( Chapter 23 )

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Urasue's Doll

Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll
There she is on the stage
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall

Hardened clay crumbles. Even souls cannot animate that which has no range of motion - like putting a soul into a rock, the rock remains still unless set to roll.

So Urasue assembles her tools, gathers springs and cogs and palest magical alabaster…

And creates her masterpiece, an actual jewel shard detector, a powerful priestess trapped in the body of a doll.

Gentlemen, this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter of art and science.

Her creator destroyed in a blaze of rage, her betraying ex-lover dancing to another's tune, Kikyou begins her own song. He who makes the players dance will find himself caught in his own web of puppet strings - betrayed by beings of his own flesh, as Urasue was.

Equally damned and damning creatures trap a fuel of unwilling souls - the sins of living stolen lives lies buried under incomprehensible science focused on one ending alone.

She can be yours and yours again, for her flesh is the incorruptible pale to be excused from the wages of sin.

No longer fueled by hatred, gears groan through a year of rust from tumbles through space, walks through the rain and suspension in a pond. Miasma coats the cogs, holds tight the springs, and she lets out a final moan…

In the end, as expected - she crumbles.

Her spring is sprung
And dance's done
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall

Originally posted on LiveJournal on June 29, 2010.

This entry was 250 words long.

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