The dead are supposed to remain dead. That it the simplest form of this equation. Once you die, you are supposed to stay that way. But there are times when those laws are not respected and the dead do return. But the dead are not supposed to return, and that is why they do not return the same. Their soul becomes corrupted to a certain degree, and if that soul died carrying a heavy burden, that soul comes back looking for revenge. That is why lost souls should never return.
She walked aimlessly through the forest that she once knew. How long had it been since she's been brought back to life? She couldn't remember. Time passes differently for the living dead. Her soul carriers followed her, reminding her she was not supposed to even be in this world. In the world of the living.
"For what purpose was I brought back?" she pondered. She didn't know why that witch had brought her back, but that didn't matter now. Upon her revival she had killed the witch, and now she just walked aimlessly, but one thing remained in the back of her head. Since she was alive again, she thought about revenge. Revenge on her former lover, the man that killed her. He was the man that she had given her heart to, and he had taken that heart and stepped on it, destroyed it, and if that wasn't enough, he killed her from behind, all while mocking her stupidity.
"Inuyasha." She mumbled. He had to pay. He caused her much suffering, in life and in death. Before she died, she managed to hit him with a magic arrow, and seal him forever in a tree, but now somebody had broken the seal.
She really was a fool. Even at her death, knowing that he had only used her to get what he wanted, she couldn't bring herself to kill him, but now it was different. She had fifty years to think, fifty years of being dead, and fifty years of corrupting the soul. But maybe it wasn't that she hated him, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was that she still loved him and it hurt her that he seemed to have moved on. That was why she wanted to kill him. That way they could be together. She knew that she could never be with him again like this; the dead and the living don't go well together. But her cold heart didn't let her admit those feelings she still had for him. She wanted him to suffer.
It was a lonely existence. She wanted to find somebody like her. A living doll. It made her very sad that in order to keep her clay body moving, she had to steal the souls of the newly departed. In life she had been a priestess, fighting to protect the people from demons and such, now she stole their souls. What a tragic existence she has to live. From the beginning it had been tragic.
'You shall not love if you don't want to die an early and gruesome death.' Tsubaki, a fellow priestess had cursed her.
Of course, she had paid no attention to the curse. She would never have the opportunity to fall in love, so she didn't have to worry. Nobody saw her as a woman.
'It's you again.' She told the young half-demon she had just pinned to a tree. 'If you come here again, I will not miss.'
'Whatever.' He growled.
But she kept missing. On purpose. She couldn't bring herself to actually hurt the halfling, he reminded her of herself. His existence was just as solitary as hers, shunned away because of what he was. It was inevitable that she'd fall in love with him. But she had forgotten about the curse.