InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Perish Once More ❯ Chapter Seventeen: Yizhi ( Chapter 17 )

To Perish Once More: Chapter Seventeen: Yizhi

~Jasmine Fields

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Devil incarnate.

The anarchic vengeance confined within the depths of malicious wrath rummaged deeper into the dark salvaged chambers of her heart. Her spirit adrift, wafted further from the essence of her existence, fueling her lust for violent retribution.

She already experienced extinction and waited for the mere death of her mortal body to overcome her phantom soul. Her relentless suffering fled recognition from all creatures and her life existed in tolerance merely for her master's perverse obsession of pleasuring him self with her pain.

Hell's malevolence descended.

Lunacy made its claim.

In her mind there was only blood.

Sugar-sweet blood.

Her soul was beyond salvation.

Sugar-sweet.

Like candy.

Blood.

Crazed by her own soul's frenetic fury, she craved….

Wanton for the taste of his blood, her appetite would not suffice until that Satan-spawn was vanquished from earth and cast into merciless abysmal dungeons of the afterlife.

There was no commitment to that…

Beast.

She had been careful not to boast of Kohaku's rescue and revival. Not wishing to bring trouble to the boy regarded as her friend, she rebelled against her lordship's interrogation.

…It couldn't be helped though.

His exploits were cold-blooded and beyond intolerable.

Inuyasha's human night…

I won't tell.

She coughed up black dried residual blood.

Tenseiga's secret…

It's safe…

Keeping Tenseiga's power under lock and key - so long as the secret died before passing her lips - might prove essential to defeating the wicked lord.

The damn bastard…

That filth.

Stomach nearly revolting, she hurled from her memory the insults and suggestions of that Hakudoushi-pig. Her pain was delicious enough to satisfy his...hunger.

Disgusting.

She loathed each and every one of Naraku's schemes…to include his preferences and performances in the guise of a prison cell secluded from her own kindred and from humanity.

His purpose was to defile her in lieu of his precious Kikyo.

How else could she explain his insinuations? Yet, how could she deny the evidence of truth?

The undead - repulsive.

Terror overwhelmed her will and she was lost to abandonment of her senses.

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When the darkness of the night roused to dawn, she glanced over her broken body. Her outer wounds seemed nearly cure, however, the tissues for her inner wounds would scar and recover slowly.

Frowning, cursing, and bellowing at the heavens for the penetration of fiery agony against her person, she remembered her self.

I am the wind…

Sighing, she admitted the reason for her suffering.

Refuse.

She was refuse.

Not Onigumo's pent-up frustration and carnal desire…

Naraku's perfuse toy…

She had to free her self.

It was her choice - her responsibility.

With a renewed determination, of sorts, she resisted the urgings of acting brashly this morning when her master bade her a good morning.

Her acts of gratitude…acts of generosity…acts of carnality…and acts of wickedness were directed and commanded by Naraku.

His blood - her blood.

Freedom…

There was no trade.

His life - her life.

She would spew her dark heart in his face if her throat were not claimed from the previous night's events. Staggering forward to open swollen eyes, Kagura exerted her efforts to seek solace…for the time being.

Her aim?

She needed to talk to Kohaku.

The boy's company was absolutely preferred.

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