Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its character's do not belong to me, although I wish it did…so I could give it a way better ending. No offence Rumiko Takahashi. The story however does.
Author's note: The story takes place in a downcast society in which demons are dominant and humans are enslaved. The events take place in a world that resembles feudal Japan, but in the apocalyptic future. Warning this story contains Graphic violence, lots of gore, sexual content, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, rape, and further adult content! Please leave comments and or reviews if you wish.
Important note: Inuyasha Characters that have not appeared in the final episodes of the show will appear in this story; this is including Naraku's ninth and perhaps final offspring Byakuya and Akago's life puppet Moryomaru.
Story Summary: While on her way to school, on a fateful day a rift in time crosses the path of a powerful demon and a very peculiar human who exploits a deadly ability that could shatter the foundations of existence. Sesshomaru is willing to do anything it takes to discover the truth. But someone doesn't want that, they want to unleash a frightening vision of the dark-side of our well lighted world. A secret that will show what truly lies beyond all sight and has been guarded for two hundred years. A place where demons are potential saviors and the future of mankind is already wrapped in the ashes of a forsaken hell. These secrets push where even the perfect fear to tread. A prophecy is under-way can Sesshomaru face his destiny? Lose all sanity? Or will all be lost in the end?
Pairings: Sess/Rin, Kagome/Inu, Miroku/Sango, Shippou/OOC, Naraku/Kanna, Naraku/Kagura, Hakudoushi/Kanna, and others
Prelude
"Something so beautiful, and fragile when hurt can be acrimonious and leave a bittersweet taste"
Once…
Upon…
A…
Death, the driving force of the most powerful entity's life hung by a glimmering cord of twine. How ironic to see so much blood and yet doubt he possessed none. He mused the streaming light of the shining way ahead. Was he streaming towards it? Or vice versa? His mind wondered off into scarce thoughts in a detached way. Inner orbs of slowly mutable auburn focused inwardly and peered through the window of his soul. His eyes seeing a hazed darkness that fanned out in a sepia toned silhouette.
He lay there, how long had it been now? Days…weeks…months, maybe even years if he really thought about it. A crimson stain was sneered like a crude and wicked drawn cut into the freshly fallen snow. Silver tresses were sprawled, enveloping him in a blanket of whispering silk. How could it end like this? How could he let it end like this? A slow smirk laced his lips as always, that same enigmatic smirk he had before drawing the sword. Now ironically he held it in his own demise. His amber optics swerved, slowly upon gaining his vision again he took a gulp of icy air. A dark…almost malevolent shadow loomed upon him, darkly furrowed brows raised in confusion as a nasty cruel curved tip of naked metal that had gently graced the column of his bare throat. The smirk slowly faded into a dark façade of a scowl.
"How foolish, a cold heart swayed by the idled brains of a mere mortal. You are such a hypocrite." That sly oiled up tone caressed the wind as if ravishing it in a filthy disgusting way. A slow dark figure eased into view, dark as the day that hell had opened up beneath the earth. "Don't worry Sesshomaru, it will be quick and painful. You'll get to see your comrades soon enough." Dancing orbs that blazed like simmering coals glowered through the heavy blustery weather. The sword hovered teasingly above, then a swift cut echoed out into the air.
"I'll see you in hell." Sesshomaru seethed back through gritted fangs, his voice was dark and deep like the sound of a cord struck upon a bass. A smear of crimson flashed a brilliant shade of rogue, like a bucket of fresh red paint thrown across white walls. The sound of thrown liquid cut through the swift silence.
Once…a long time ago…
It…would have been tangible…
It would have been
Different…
Drenched dark curls sagged heavily against the wooden floors; two lithe forms sat a close proximity away. Cold beady eyes were staring vacantly up at the ceiling. "More!" A harshly intoned voice cut through the thickly lathered silence. The tallest of the shadowed figures stood, soft padded steps echoed in the barely furnished room. An audible clanking thudded against the floor as a great weight was moved and hoisted, adding to the strain. "Enough." The harsh cold voice snapped brutally, and soon another spoke. "You're the most disgusting thing I have ever seen, out of my sight!" obeying the form slowly backed away. A crooked oily smile came upon the figure's pursed lips. "Raise." Over shoulders, finally above the chest and pushed up with ease. "Kanna, my flesh…come here." The voice soon purred. The second shadowed figure walked forth, her shoulder length tresses of silver still reflected even though swathed in pure darkness.
"Yes Master?" The dead and flat tone interjected. Clank. The weight came down with a heavy thud. "Little bitch come here!" The more hardened voice seethed darkly, a powerfully gnarled pale hand shot out from the darkness. It gripped the still form of the young girl about her slender pale throat and lowered her downwards. A tie could be heard unfastening…and then silence. Soon, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of gagging and muted protests. An echoing sound of suctioning…
The second form watched, beady crimson orbs fluttering in the darkness. "Kagura." The taller form was called upon, her posture and vision swerved to accommodate her master into full view. "Yes Naraku?" Before she could react, a hooked curved scythe-like digit rested on the column of her throat. A gleaming of armored silver. A struggling gasp for air heaved, seemingly coming from the floor. "Kagura…look at me." The darker voice now took over once more. Kagura refused to, looking away her crimson orbs narrowed in vulnerability. "Damn you…" Kagura gripped her silken robes, a very thin fabric barely to cover her more intimate parts. "Damn you…" Another choking gasp, almost pleading.
"Bitch! I said look at me, I have never witnessed a flesh as defiling as you, now look at me!" The voice roared, a gnarled hand tightened its clawed digits about Kanna's bobbing head. "I'll show you! Remove my garments." When Kagura hesitated the second more, a smoother voice answered silkily. "Do it Kagura, undo my things." The slippery voice grated on her like a lie being told to a toddler. Kagura pulled it away and swallowed audibly, she stepped back. Those blood red beady orbs watching her.
Naraku's form rolled over, the garments slipping from his back. A shaken Kanna sat, wiping her mouth and spitting vigorously. Kagura gulped her throat dry. She was having trouble taking in the sight. "Do you see it Kagura? Do you see the spider's eyes?" Naraku's silky voice whispered over his shoulders. Twin beady red eyes stared darkly from the spider mark's head. Almost at once it was as if she had just seen its fangs open up from the lower of his back and snap at her. The marred marking of the spider demon's face was reflected as it truly was…barely recognizable as a corrupted version of its true self, already gruesome features-was wizened with age, leprous, oozing, swollen, and rotted from accumulation of decades of evil debauchery. It was a symphony of horrors wrapped in an approximation of a parasitic human form, carrying the weight of far more age and poison and decrepitude that any one person or demon could even endure. The demon was transfixed onto Naraku's flesh by the true appearance of his very soul. Kagura's mind's eye widened in horror. The spider tattoo slithering over and under Naraku's flesh. It spoke to her.
She could see her inevitable doom. Seeing her own form, Naraku clutching her heart. Her body gasping, writhing, screaming, while her body aged and rotted, until she took on the precise appearance of her trapped reflection-its degeneration, the cracked and peeling texture caught in the grips of near death. Soon the rest of her corpse withered, shriveled, and finally died as nothing more than a twisted mummy.
Kagura finally had the courage to look away, her face resolute. She swallowed. "Now! Say it bitch, say you are a whore!" The voice from Naraku's backside hissed. Kagura closed her eyes, the sharp pained built in her gut she could feel the bile rise. "I'm a whore…" Kagura tried to hold back that choking sobs, to not allow him to see her pain for his own sadistic pleasures.
"Damn you Naraku…" Kagura whispered, her lips quivering in feverous hesitation.
Naraku smiled and rolled over again onto his hip. "That's a dear…Kagura my flesh," Naraku drawled sweetly. Those cold dark beady eyes glowered in the darkness. "Lift." The weights came up, muscles tensing. Clank. Clunk. Overhead with ease. "Stupid bitch." A heavy thud crashing to the floorboards and then darkness.
Byakuya smiled tensely and aligned another thickly lathered stream of indigo eyeliner over his thin lids. His ruby pink lips pursed into a rather innocent smile as he admired himself in the mirror. Eyes dancing with mirth, he turned to look up the steps of the molding stairwell, watching Kagura descend…her face sullen and seemingly drained of any life. "Kagura my love, what seems to be ailing you?" His drawling sweet voice held a hint of amusement. For all Kagura cared he was probably laughing at her deep down. "Byakuya, you wretch get the fuck out of my business." Byakuya raised his hands in surrender. "Kagura, no need to get all defensive, I was merely asking what was wrong. But it seems you have a stick too far shoved up your ass to even be respectful …" His last words trailed in a sharp undertone, this meant that the conversation had become most serious. Kagura knew she'd better watch what she said around him.
She had been surprised that Byakuya had survived this long, being the latest offspring to be birthed from their master's flesh; if Byakuya could be described he would have been mistaken for her identical twin if not dressed in male clothes. He had long black hair that came to the back of his neck, also ruby red eyes the same as her own. Not to mention that both of their features looked exactly the same, right down to those ruby lips. But there was one thing that separated the two of them, he was absolutely and completely loyal to Naraku and her…she desired freedom. Not only so, but he had picked up Naraku's distrust for his subordinates. They both didn't trust one another, lest either of them tried to back stab the other.
However, Kagura didn't trust him one bit. She'd rather be rolling over in a grave beside her brother Goshinki rather than to occupy the same room with this brainless yet completely mysterious buffoon. Further more he was a nuisance either way and grated on her every last nerve.
Glaring at one another with eyes that could kill, both Kagura and Byakuya stared daggers into one another. The sound of slow footsteps cut through the lingering silence. Both Kagura and Byakuya turned to look upon the face of a distraught looking Hakudoushi.
Stepping down, the albino white child didn't even press them with his usually cocky remarks or quick get backs. Instead, he walked past the both of them causing heads to turn in unison at his very unnatural behavior. "Hey, Haku khun." Byakuya looked towards his older brother, this of course only phased Byakuya a little as seeing Hakudoushi looked like a mere child compared to his fully grown male stature.
What made it far worse was that Byakuya was the so called "Baby" of the family. Hakudoushi raised his pike upon one shoulder and stared off to the side, his glance avoiding the eyes of his siblings. Kagura tapped her bone fan against her ruby lips. They then were startled from the sound of crashing objects and thrown furniture. The room became quietly still except for the echoing shriek. Hakudoushi lowered his gaze and glared forwards, "Kagura…Byakuya…I'm going." Hakudoushi slowly walked past the two siblings and never looked back.
Kagura was now biting the tipped end of her bone fan, her ruby red eyes studying Hakudoushi's retreating back. Kagura's mind fluttered with only one lingering thought.
'Hakudoushi…you love Kanna…don't you?'