Disclaimer: Inuyasha does not belong to me. End of story.
Note: This is a bit AU, it comes before Naraku kidnaps Kikyo and does whatever he does to her to make her more evil. Also, please, no flames, if you do not like the story, go read another one, if you hate it, well I don't care, I would rather receive some constructive criticism like "The characters are so and so..." not "You are a mother f . . .!", etc, etc.
Abode of the Damned
The moon shone in incomparable beauty in the dead of the night. The drab land in which it poured its radiance upon seemed devoid of life. Not a breath, not word, not even a sound could disrupt the thunderous silence.
Beautiful.
The bleak surroundings were stark in appearance. The uncertainty of the surroundings seized your stomach in fear and hopelessness, twisting it into nauseating onslaughts. Even the bravest demon, would cower and cringe in the utter stillness.
Malevolent.
Wind tousled whatever lay in its path about. It blew leaves from their branches, stealing them away from their giver of life. Forcing them into a dance and discarding them on the ground after it left. What would happen to them once they touched the surface of the earth? They would deteriorate. No longer connected to the source of their energy, they would shrivel up and join the corpses of the dead in the soil.
Dead humans.
In the soil.
There was once a time when the incorporeal being Kikyo was the owner of a warm human body. When she could once feel her heart beating against her ribcage and life force flowing within her veins. Fate on the other hand, twisted her into its web of cruelty, sending her to the abode of the dead. And still yet, it refused to let her go. Perhaps it had bestowed her with mercy, a new life, but in the end she was still condemned. Resurrection was not a blessing, it was another round of hell.
What was she?
Even she, the long dead priestess Kikyo, could not answer this. To find the solution to a question of no value meant nothing...she was nothing. Her long ebony hair danced around her beautiful face. Kikyo's bloodless skin looked as if it was powdered with a white substance, giving her the appearance of a phantom. Within her eyes, a yearning look was displayed. She would not dare to appear so vulnerable in the open, but would do so only on a dark night like this. Only on a night in which she felt no one in the surrounding area. Only on a night when she was alone.
Alone.
Following her every step where her soul gatherers. They slithered here and about in their grotesque, lissome manner, never moving ahead or behind the priestess. Within their small claws they clasped small orbs that were actually the souls of humans, taken in order to sustain her "life". It was necessary.
Necessary.
She could always end it all. Simple kill her own being. Suicide seemed like a lovely option, it could offer her so much more...so much more than life could possibly now. But in the end, it would be another battle loss. This one with her own mind or better yet, what was left of it. This was a battle that did not concern other beings, not even Inuyasha. When she was alive, she was always trapped in a never-ending struggle. Her position as a priestess required much, and offered so little. The satisfaction of helping others was great, but not strong enough to over power the need to experience life. She longed to experience hate, desire, and power. All that which was unthinkable before, was as possible as anything now.
Domination.
The very definition of supremacy and authority walked several feet ahead of her. Not even he would stay indoors, he feared few, if any. To him, the pitch-black night was of no threat, he could handle it, or so he thought.
Note: You better read the next chapter, you know you want to!
Note: This is a bit AU, it comes before Naraku kidnaps Kikyo and does whatever he does to her to make her more evil. Also, please, no flames, if you do not like the story, go read another one, if you hate it, well I don't care, I would rather receive some constructive criticism like "The characters are so and so..." not "You are a mother f . . .!", etc, etc.
Abode of the Damned
The moon shone in incomparable beauty in the dead of the night. The drab land in which it poured its radiance upon seemed devoid of life. Not a breath, not word, not even a sound could disrupt the thunderous silence.
Beautiful.
The bleak surroundings were stark in appearance. The uncertainty of the surroundings seized your stomach in fear and hopelessness, twisting it into nauseating onslaughts. Even the bravest demon, would cower and cringe in the utter stillness.
Malevolent.
Wind tousled whatever lay in its path about. It blew leaves from their branches, stealing them away from their giver of life. Forcing them into a dance and discarding them on the ground after it left. What would happen to them once they touched the surface of the earth? They would deteriorate. No longer connected to the source of their energy, they would shrivel up and join the corpses of the dead in the soil.
Dead humans.
In the soil.
There was once a time when the incorporeal being Kikyo was the owner of a warm human body. When she could once feel her heart beating against her ribcage and life force flowing within her veins. Fate on the other hand, twisted her into its web of cruelty, sending her to the abode of the dead. And still yet, it refused to let her go. Perhaps it had bestowed her with mercy, a new life, but in the end she was still condemned. Resurrection was not a blessing, it was another round of hell.
What was she?
Even she, the long dead priestess Kikyo, could not answer this. To find the solution to a question of no value meant nothing...she was nothing. Her long ebony hair danced around her beautiful face. Kikyo's bloodless skin looked as if it was powdered with a white substance, giving her the appearance of a phantom. Within her eyes, a yearning look was displayed. She would not dare to appear so vulnerable in the open, but would do so only on a dark night like this. Only on a night in which she felt no one in the surrounding area. Only on a night when she was alone.
Alone.
Following her every step where her soul gatherers. They slithered here and about in their grotesque, lissome manner, never moving ahead or behind the priestess. Within their small claws they clasped small orbs that were actually the souls of humans, taken in order to sustain her "life". It was necessary.
Necessary.
She could always end it all. Simple kill her own being. Suicide seemed like a lovely option, it could offer her so much more...so much more than life could possibly now. But in the end, it would be another battle loss. This one with her own mind or better yet, what was left of it. This was a battle that did not concern other beings, not even Inuyasha. When she was alive, she was always trapped in a never-ending struggle. Her position as a priestess required much, and offered so little. The satisfaction of helping others was great, but not strong enough to over power the need to experience life. She longed to experience hate, desire, and power. All that which was unthinkable before, was as possible as anything now.
Domination.
The very definition of supremacy and authority walked several feet ahead of her. Not even he would stay indoors, he feared few, if any. To him, the pitch-black night was of no threat, he could handle it, or so he thought.
Note: You better read the next chapter, you know you want to!