The night winds howled over the bloodied battlefield. Leaves whipped across the open land. These only were witness to the terror. Even the moon hid itself behind dark clouds. The absence, of life, of light, of all things good, made this a place of dread. The mutilated bodies of demons, demons they fought to kill, lay on the ground and on each other. The people who fought to kill them, the few, lay dead as well.
But she! She was saved. She was made to watch her friends, those she held so dear. She was made to see. All for his perverse pleasure. He desired to see the one who held them together witness them falling apart.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" his voice was smooth, deep, and evil. "They died because they thought there would be someone left to finish it, to finish me. Yet here I stand. With your death there will be nothing left but legend. 'There once was a powerful miko in the land of edo…' 'There once was a tragic hanyou…' The monk, the slayer, the kit… and the time traveler. They will be forgotten"
"Let me live," she did not plead, pleas would be no good, her voice was void, breathless as the nihility he spawned.
"You beg for your life? I expected better."
"A man does not die as long as he is remembered."
"Do you really think I will allow you this? What I desire most in this world is the death of those who have plagued me. All those who have plagued me."
She did not reply.
"You do believe don't you?! Ha!" He paused, such a thing was preposterous, if he were to let her live…but-!
"I will grant you this one desire. You will live your life remembering those who you failed to protect, and I shall protect you. You will not leave me, you will not speak to anyone but myself, and you shall write your memories onto paper until your body gives way to time."
"So it shall be."