InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The White Devils Bride ❯ Chapter one ( Prologue )

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The white devils bride



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I remember as an small child at the tender age of six growing up in a home of seclusion, locked away from an world that wasn’t my own.

I never understood why I wasn’t allowed to play out side with other children.

Mother would patiently explain to me there where no children in Demonia such as I.

I refused to believe her for I heard there laughter out side my window at night, calling to me in my sleep to join in on their fun .

I couldn’t comprehend why she had kept me hid away. The more I asked the more I wanted to be free.

To wander out that doors into the gardens of death known as Demonia.

And on that faithful day fourteen years ago, I did and I find my self regretting each and every single day .

I had broken away from my mothers warm protective embrace running out the door into a world unlike I imagined.

The sky was dark gray filled with black smoke clouds, the land was dry and desolated it was not pretty like the stories mother had read to me. Everything was shriveled up and dead.

Confused I ran to the wired fence tugging on its broken gate so I could find the children who had once called to me in my vivid dreams.

I found them at last, realizing what she said was true, they where indeed very different.

Some where very pale white as paper with funny wings like Nini and strange cat like eyes.

Others where scaly creatures with long swagging tails and sharps fangs that frightened me.


I approached them hoping, perhaps they would except me but they didn’t .

I shunned by them with rocks and sticks. They called me such curls names that hurt me so dearly.

I wanted to cry because my fairly tale land was truly distorted and the happy children in my dreams where not sweet and pleasant but hateful and corrupt.

I ran as far as I could down a vacant dirt road blinded by my tears.

And that was when I met him. The hateful bastard of an man who made me into who and what I am now.

My beloved master Naraku, the second ruler of all demonia who treated me like his mocking bird.

He gathered me in his arms whispering false comforting words while smoothing down my curly hair.

He brought me back to the gate leading to my awaiting mother.

He placed me down on the ground studying me for a moment, brushing callused fingers along my soft feathered wings.

I recall the predatory look in his eyes when he glance up at my mother meeting he gaze for the first time.

The reaction between them was very tense for he had smiled at her sickly still groping my wings like a pet owner in search of a well bred dog.

He stood brushing past me towards Nini, towering over her with his amazing stature.

They spoke quietly rambling on about things I didn’t care to understand.

I wiped the last of my tears away from puffy red eyes watching heedfully at the ever changing expression on mothers once placid features harden to stone.

At first he would visit requesting that I sang for him a lullaby my mother taught me.

Years passed and mother soon got ill, he then came for me taking away the only thing I ever loved.

He slaughtered her, decapitating her head clean from her shoulders with one clean swipe of his hand.

Everything shattered that moment as I watched the blood splattered along the walls coating it with its dark substance.

I cried out in devastation tears of silver pearls forming at my eyes.

I dropped to my knees hugging her limp body in my small arms so close to my raging heart.

Naraku was anger by my display of affection, he grabbed me by the hair violently tearing me apart from her and for that first time I screamed like no other.

My voice rising up like sirens knocking him back with such force.

It wasn’t long before he regained his composure slapping me hard enough to snap my delicate neck , I hit the wall sliding down unconscious.

It felt like I had dreamt for the first time collecting soft spoken words of mother before she died.

Her face a picture of healthiness and happiness smiling down one upon dearly reminding me that I Kagura child of heaven was not the daughter of a Demo , but in fact the daughter of an angel.

That I had been cast away as an child because of my red eyes and black wings, the tainted child born of an cursed angel.

She found me in a stream half alive and took me in as her own.

She kept me sheltered from the out side world in fear that others would capture and sell me in a black market for an slave.

Angels where a very rear item in Demonia, especially female angels.


She explained it all informing me of her awaiting death by Naraku hand, who had indeed knew since the first time he laid eye upon me that I was an Dark angel even more rearer then the white winged angel.

He would not stop till he possessed me as his own entertainment.

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Long black tress flowing in a haze of damp ringlets wavering in the breeze like an dark cloak as she ran darting between lifeless trees.

Her attire an beautiful overflowing gown woven entirely of golden beads, black pearls ,expensive silk and stain ribbons custom to fit her body like an second skin had ripped at the seams a bit.

It trailed along the forest floor colleting dirt and dead leaves like an rake. She held the front of it up bearing smooth creamy legs with a golden honey undertone.

Her heart beat erratic as she struggle to maintain her stamina, she fought against the burning sensation of aching muscles in her legs staggering forward drunkenly.

She had to been running for at least an good hour now and though she knew she was far from the palace the fear of stopping and being caught over ruled her bodies functioning.

Her master was in for a rude awaken when he found out his lovely little song bird was runnung about free from her cage once again.

He would surely punish her dearly for her defiance.

She flinched at the thought of how many lashes her back would received this time.

Kagura groaned in frustration she had been running round in a circles for the last ten minutes.

She wasn’t familiar with the forest at all or rather Demonia period.

All she ever knew was her beloved cage locked in the back of her masters palace hid away from prying eyes only to been seen when he would call upon her to entertain his guest with her enchanting voice.

When ever she fought against his restraints refusing to sing and dance he would punish her brutally till her will broke and she did what ever he pleased.

Her legs finally gave out clasping from under her she stumble stiffly to the ground.
Kagura cried out in shock combing her fingers into the damp soil as she tired to stand back up.

She gasped for air watching threw heavy lidded lashes as little puffs of white smoke formed at perfect pinks lips.

She just laid trying her best to recollect her self but each time she stood legs clasped

Red hue scanned over the forest surrounding in search of other life forms scurrying about.

TBC.

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Authors note: This an experiment right now, I plan on making this a very dark fairytale.
I stopped short because I want to know if people where interested in it. And if that was the case I would continue it gladly. Naraku is Kaguras master but not in a sexual way though. To me he’s still considered her father so that’s nasty in my book. There will be a lot of male domination, slavery, some rape scenes. This story is meant to be sexy, dark and angst so please bear with me people also this is FF.net version meaning I will probably filter a lot of stuff out. If you would like to read the real version email me at Webglam@aol.com