Author: JediK1

Disclaimer: Though no names are mentioned, I suppose I should note that I do not own InuYasha and Co..



The wind whispered softly

in the stillness of the eve.

It warned of death and danger

born from lust and greed.


Those who wished to end

the violence and the fight

Stood as one together

against the deepening night.


The Wicked waited patiently

as the righteous drew the line

And both sides set for battle;

the greatest of their time.


The silence of their battleground

was broken by a scream

As grief, and anger and hate

began the ending scene.


And evil tried its twisted tricks

against the ones it fought

It paraded past them awful things

images of horrors wrought


But time had only strengthened

the bond the righteous shared

Friendships forged through fire

and love yet undeclared


The tide began to turn to light

as numbers played their part

But the Wicked had just one last trick

to tear the good apart.


An assassin draped in misery

slipped silent through the grass

Unnoticed by it enemies

as it quietly crept passed.


The Angel saw its motion

and knew the truth too late

When the fleshy knife speared through her heart

leaving crimson in its wake.


A strangled cry fell from her lips

as she tumbled to the ground.

And the world stood frozen, silent

at the echo of the sound.


A scream ripped through the stillness,

a raw and tortured battle cry

And her Protector turned to Wicked

murder shining in his eyes.


Another cry tore from his lips,

ripped from somewhere deep within

The Wicked would now suffer

for this last and final sin!


Movement drew a golden eye

before the mighty sword could fall

And all turned back in wonder

to see the Angel standing tall.


She glowed as though in moonlight

and moved with liquid grace.

She worked with strength not of her own,

borrowed from another time and place.


The sky grew dark with hatred

born from Wicked's heart

It seemed Death would not take this Angel

until she had played her part.


Her glowing form stepped closer

ignorant of the Protector's call

Her eyes burned with her purpose,

her intent to end this all.


Evil launched a fevered strike

to tear her flesh from bone.

But the Angel would not falter

from the path that fate had shown.


She neared the vilest evil

and dared to grasp his hand

His heart beat loud within his chest,

the heart that once belonged to man.


Wicked tried to end her life

to prevent the coming blow,

But the gods fed her their power now,

and their child began to glow.


The Wicked screeched in agony

at the pain that burned him whole.

In one last act he speared the Angel's heart

and dared to take her soul.


Crimson poured from deep inside

spraying all who stood nearby

And when the Angel turned once to her love,

her eyes whispered goodbye.


The Protector screamed out his denial

as earthen eyes held molten gold

In one last act, she turned away

and her hands released their hold.


The Wicked's body burned to ash

and the Gods released their tool.

She tumbled through eternity,

drowning in a crimson pool.


Her Protector, her love, her closest friend,

staggered to her side.

He clutched her to his scarlet chest,

and wept as the life drained from her eyes.


The righteous gathered quietly

around their stricken friend.

After years of pain and hardship,

this was not how it should end.


The losses they had suffered

suddenly outweighed what they had gained.

Sorrow filled their hearts as one

their grief too large to name.


From within the Angel's lifeless grasp

pulsed a long-forgotten wish;

A soul once lost awoke again,

a life returned her selfless gift.


And so a Sacred Wish was made

to turn Death's scythe aside.

Eyes once closed in endless sleep

opened, blinked, and cried.


The Protector ceased his mourning

when he heard the quiet noise.

The Angel had awoken!

His heart screamed with boundless joys.


Before the Angel could beg the reason

why she had returned from the abyss,

She felt her Protector's warm embrace

and was captured in her True Love's kiss.


The words they whispered softly

beneath dawn's first newborn rays

Would bind them to each other

until the end of days.


The story of the Wicked

and the lives that he did rend

Now found a peaceful closure

in the way that it should end.


A/N: I've been slaving over this work for about two weeks now. Please, feed the author! Let me know if you liked it!