Hey ya'll! Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking why the hell is she creating yet another new story when she's got all those unfinished stories. Well, truthfullly, since I couldn't get on this week, I spent the whole week writing a bunch of new stories that seemed to just pop into my head. In this story Kagome is the daughter of Satan. And wait until you find out what his real name is. This story is a Kurama/Kagome fic and Kagome will seem quite evil in this fic, though in a funny way I think. She's allowed to be, she's the daughter of Satan. So if it is really weird, just look past my morbid amusement and laugh. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho

Just Another Ordinary Day in Hell

Chapter 1

Kagome was bored. And as the daughter of Satan himself, she wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to laugh when some poor pitiful fool was thrown into a hot boiling pool of lava while his skin melted off his bones and he screamed as he realized this would continue through all of eternity. She was supposed to find it funny when a new arrival asked why he was sent here, only for her to tell him simply that he was an asshole in life and deserved whatever he got. She was not supposed to sit on her thrown and feel absolutely, positively miserable. That was what all those dead souls were supposed to feel; not her.

"I'm soooo bored!" She whined to nobody in particular. Where was her father? She could always annoy him. No, the last time that happened she pissed him off so bad that he set fire to their whole palace in his rage, thus destroying her room and his, along with a few countless souls who had the nerve to be that close to the dark palace.

She could go find Sango and together they could torture a few of the more worthless souls trapped in this place but then realized that Sango had left for the day for the surface to trick those mortals into trading away their souls. Sango's job was to act as her father and find out a mortal's deepest wish and then trade for their soul. Of course most mortals these days didn't believe that you really could sell your soul to the devil, so most were willing to try anything to better their life. Sango was supposed to report to her father with all the 'receipts' so to speak so her father could rise to the surface and bring back all the helpless souls as soon as their wishes were fulfilled and their life had ended. What a surprise to find out you were sent to hell years later simply because you made a deal with the wrong person in helpless ignorance. Pitiful, She thought. Such fools these mortals are.

No, she had never understood these mortals. For one thing they preached about loving each other and then turned around and betrayed that love simply to gain something; money, love, pride, whatever. Friends became the bitterest of enemies over something so simple and stupid. Not that she knew anything about love. She knew a thing or two about making enemies, especially since all her enemies here couldn't hold a candle to her power.

Kagome turned her head and rested her legs up on the right arm of her black thrown and laid her body back on the left arm when the large black and red double doors were thrust open with a loud bang and a young man stepped through the door, wearing the robes of a holy man. She smirked as the man came closer and forgot for a moment how bored she was. "Ah, Miroku, what are you doing here on such a dreary day? Shouldn't you be showing the souls to their rightful realm of pain?" You may ask why a holy man would be stuck in a place like hell. Simply put, he pissed off the wrong angel of death when he had a near death experience which was supposed to teach him restraint and show him what would happen if he continued to be a pervert for the rest of his short life. Instead, he pissed off the wrong messenger of death which just happened to be Ayame, who had quite the temper, who turned around and brought him here instead of placing him inside his body. Ayame had brought him before Kagome and her father and while her father was deciding his punishment, Kagome thought it was the most hilarious thing she'd ever heard. She convinced her father to allow the monk to stay in their palace and gave him the job as a guide for the souls. She thought it was extremely funny when Sango had returned that day to find a holy man in her room.

Of course Sango never did find out why Kagome stuck him in there in the first place, but she still tended to be suspicious. After all Kagome was evil incarnate and enjoyed other peoples' pain or embarrassment even if they were a friend. Not that Sango was any different.

"Ah, Kagome-sama, just the love goddess I wanted to see," He smiled flirtatiously at the young she-devil lounging in her thrown. Her long hair was held back in a braid as it lay over one of her shoulders. The tips of her white horns could be seen peaking through her blood red bangs. Her red arrow-tipped tail lay currently around her waist, the tip beating harmlessly against her stomach. Her red eyes were staring in contentment at her sudden visitor. "You're looking quite the devil today," he quipped. "Love the bangs."

"Why thank you, Miroku, how did you know such comments brighten my day? It is always pleasant to hear that I can still turn a few heads. Some days I just feel so...old," she sighed despairingly.

"Nonsense, Kagome-sama, you don't look a day over 2000."

Kagome grinned, exposing a bit of fang, and patted the seat next to her. She enjoyed Miroku's flirtatious comments even if they were quite perverted and crude. She could be crude as well, she had a right as Satan's daughter. "So, what's up Miroku? Have any knew souls arrived that I should know about? How about some that were particularly awful in their life time. Anyone new I can torture through to eternity?"

"Hm," Miroku looked thoughtful as he sat down in a chair that seemed to just materialize when she snapped her fingers. "Well, there is this one man who calls himself Naraku, bloody insane that one. He is or was a human who claims to be some sort of half demon, but really he's just insane. I've seen and spoken with demons and half breeds before and this guy wasn't one. His real name was Onigumo Togahashi and he kept screaming that he was some guy name Naraku and something about a woman named Kikyo and her having possession of some jewel called the Shikon no Tama."

"So what'd he do?" Kagome asked grinning maliciously. She always loved playing with the insane ones. They were so easy to anger. "I believe he stalked the poor woman for years and finally killed off her and her lover. Apparently during the process she and her lover called him nuts, which sent him insane with anger as he kept claiming that he was not insane and that she should hand over her jewel. She thought he was talking about something else, which had already been lost when she was 12, and tried to shoot him."

"And then what?" Kagome asked totally enthralled in the story. Her red tail began twitching slightly as she continued to listen. "What did she do to him? I bet it was gruesome? Did she torture him, perhaps burn him alive?"

"Even better, she accidentally shot her lover instead, killing him instantly. He's here too by the way, apparently he hadn't led the best life either, constantly sleeping with hookers and the like, stealing money and food, scaring little children, you know."

"Sounds like my kind of man," Kagome sighed dreamily. I just love the evil ones.

"You wouldn't like this one, trust me," Miroku grimaced and rubbed his head from the migraine the man had given him when he learned he was in hell and just why he was sent here. "You'd skin him alive after five seconds of listening to his mouth."

Kagome growled and inwardly agreed. She hated the mouthy ones; always bitching and complaining about having unfinished business and the like. Those were the ones she stayed well away from since they gave her such a headache. That and when she was finally finished skewering the victim, she would have to spend days scrubbing the walls from the blood and guts; not that she personally did it. Usually she just pulled a few of the unfortunate souls away from their pain and made them scrub the walls. She was the princess of hell, there was no way she was getting down and dirty while she could have someone else do it.

"So then what?" Kagome asked getting back on track.

Miroku continued. "Well apparently the woman wasn't so in love after all and decided that since her lover was dead, she could claim all his money." And there we go with the money thing again, Kagome scowled inwardly. Stupid mortals. "But that's when Naraku attacked, raped, and killed the woman, still screaming at her to give him the jewel and telling her she was so lovely whenever she screamed she hated him. The woman decided that if she was going to die, than so was he so just when he thought it was over, she got the gun and shot him point blank. End of story, we have three new souls, who immediately got into a fight just minutes after being sent here. They are currently in...isolation."

"Isolation!" Kagome shrieked in glee. "They must be going totally insane already without their money and words to get themselves out of this predicament. Its too bad. Maybe if they'd led good lives and hadn't been such suckers for money and power, they wouldn't be here. However, I must remember to swing by and taunt all of those stupid mortals. After that I can chain them all to the walls and let them 'hang' with each other. I think I'll hang the woman upside down and throw a bunch of money around the room and watch as they all struggle to get free and claim the money. Come to think of it," Kagome murmured thoughtfully. "What was the woman's offense again, besides being greedy and a whore?"

"Lets see," Miroku pulled out a handy dandy little notepad out of thin air. He ran a finger down a page, then flipped it before his face lit up. "Ah ha, apparently she was a bitch and a hooker, but mostly just a bitch.."

"I thought so," Kagome grumbled while Miroku nodded. She sat in her thrown for a little while longer digesting this new story, before it quickly got old. Things like this happen everyday here in hell. Almost everyone that came here was involved in some kind of messy love triangle or power issues or world domination. "So is that why you've come today Miroku?" She finally asked him.

"Actually your father wanted to see you, as well as Sango," he replied and then grinned no doubt thinking of the fiery woman with a passion for beating him senseless.

"Father wants to see me?" Kagome raised an eyebrow. "He never calls on me unless its important. It better not have anything to do with ruling as he knows perfectly well I'm not ready to take over the thrown and become queen of darkness. I'm already the princess, and I don't want to rule over this stupid realm yet. For one its boring and mundane, not to mention nothing out of the ordinary goes on here. Its always the same pain and torturous scenarios or someone screaming in agony. Oh well," she pouted getting up and walking to the exit, arms crossed in front of her red vest pulled tight across her middle, grumbling under hear breath. Her red bat wings spread a bit when she raised her arms above her head and yawned. "Bye-bye Miroku, tell Sango I'll speak with her later," she called over her shoulder.

"I will do so, my lady of pain," Miroku chirped back before disappearing in mid-walk. From down the hall Kagome could hear a woman scream pervert and a body hitting the floor. Ah, Miroku must have walked in on Sango changing again. Kagome smirked; she never did change their bedroom around, something which Miroku was eternally grateful for, even after Sango had begged and pleaded. Of course Sango was her best friend, but so was mischief. And she was the daughter of the devil; she was supposed to be a little evil. Kagome let out an evil chuckle and left her castle, laughter booming throughout the castle and scaring all the new arrivals and even some of the older ones who were used to the she-devil's bouts of amusement.

Yep, just your typical afternoon in hell. Little did she know that something not so typical and totally exciting was about to happen.

Well, how was it? Was Kagome evil enough for you? I can tell you that she just has a wicked sense of humor and you'll see it more when she interects with different people. I have to warn you though, she's going to talk a little weird in the coming chapters. She's going to seem almost like a female Sesshomaru, which you'll quickly come to see in the next chapter. She constantly addressed humans as mortals and she doesn't understand much about them. Anyway if there are any questions about how and why I made her this way, please review or email me. I'll be glad to tell you why she is so wicked. Love you all!

Ja ne

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