InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hate ❯ Hate 03 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Just a quick note. The chapters are going to be short, under a 1000 words. I think you can guess where this is going, but I'm going to surprise you with the ending. Kukuku.

 

 

She didn't ask his name, but she knew he was someone important. Izayoi might have wished to be ignorant, but it was not so. Instead his soldiers sought him out when he was inside her tent and every time she just lay still as a mouse and pretended they were only nightmares and would fade at dawn.

 

What they thought of her, she didn't care to know. Some of them slid their eyes to hers before she could look away, some of them looked amused. More often they didn't seem to see her at all. She was just what their lord used to relieve himself, having no more importance than that.

 

And she knew her time with him would be short. Early in her captivity, she'd made the mistake of straying outside her tent. A grizzled looking demon set outside to guard her had laughed, waving a spear in her direction.

 

“Get back inside, girlie. You know you aren't to wander.”

 

“I want to see the sun,” she'd whispered fearfully.

 

He only grinned toothlessly at her. “Disobey him once and you'll be given to someone else,” the old monster leered. “And your time is short enough. He likes pretty things, but he doesn't keep them for very long.”

 

She took the hint and retreated, nursing hatred in her breast like a mother would nurse a babe. Izayoi knew what he meant. She would die soon and that was fine with her. A mortal woman wouldn't live for very long under this demon's touch. And when he grew bored, she'd be disposed of and another would take her place.

 

So she was surprised when he came to her in the day, as she sat waiting for her hair to dry after one of her many baths. Without comment, he grabbed her arm and dragged her from the tent. Izayoi's heart pounded in her chest with anticipation, she'd been longing for her death for some time now. But it wasn't to be that day for he had something else in mind.

 

The demon took her to a hilltop, the cold wind tearing at her hair and inadequate clothing. Izayoi shivered and tried not to cling to his warmth, but it was all she could do to stay on her feet. Wondering, she stared down at a human settlement, a lord's estate to guess by the size. Bright banners fluttered in the wind and she could see people going about their business, unaware they were being stalked by a demon's eyes.

 

“What do you see, child?”

 

She felt blood rushing in her ears and her knees turned to jelly. Those pennants and banners, they meant something. She'd seen them before. Hatred swelled within her like a lover, made her dizzy with want. This was the home of the warlord who had slaughtered her family, sent her into a life of abuse and rape. Those men, those people…her fury made her unable to speak. Instead she burned colder, her breath steaming in the frosty air.

 

“You wish them destroyed?” he whispered, his lips only inches from her ear.

 

Izayoi couldn't answer; she was frozen where she stood, like a statue carved from hate. She could see her father as he was cut down, her younger brothers butchered with ease. The sobbing of her mother as she begged them for mercy, the rough hands of the soldiers as they stripped her mother bare before carving her up. And she'd watched it all, unable to move, as she was unable to move now.

 

“I'll kill them for you,” the demon lord promised, his eyes glowing as he stared at her. “I'll want something in return.”

 

What could he want from her that he hadn't already taken? His words slipped over her, barely touching her skin and she suddenly found the strength to answer.

 

“Anything,” she whispered. “Anything you want.”

 

With that, he transformed into a monstrous dog-like beast and charged down the hill. Izayoi held her breath, fascinated, as the humans ran and screamed. The great lord tore them apart with ease, shattering buildings with his massive claws, bright human blood running from his fangs to soak into his snowy fur. She stood silent and watched as her master devoured children, old women and ripped the warlord's men to pieces.

 

Something built inside her as she watched the carnage, warmth that spread from the pit of her stomach to her groin. It was pleasure, something she had never felt before. For all the men that had touched her, used her, violated her body with their disgusting desires…she'd never thought to feel anything but pain. Now she slowly dropped to her knees, uncaring of the hard, cold ground, and trembled as the pleasure became waves that rolled over her body, one after another.

 

Presently, she became aware that the rampage had ended and he was standing over her with blood still dripping from his claws. He reached for her, pulled her to her feet and ran his stained fingers down her face. His touch left crimson markings on her cheeks that mirrored his own.

 

“What kind of a woman comes from watching slaughter?” he asked, his whisper intimate as a murder. Izayoi shivered, chilled to the bone and hid her face behind her hair. She couldn't find it in her to be ashamed, but the hard knot of hatred that had bound her heart seemed to have loosened momentarily.

 

He pushed her hair away so that she could look at him, see his eyes glitter in the dying sunlight. Smiling like evil itself, he answered his own question before kissing her chastely on the lips.

 

“That kind of woman is you. Which is why you will do what I ask and bear me a son.”

 

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