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(originally written: 11/7/2011)
Gossip of Your Downfall
Cruelty was just another definition for what really is, and what no one wants. Where he sought one thing, he desired another. Yet, in every way where he was his own contradiction, hypocrisy followed, shadowing a leer that mocked him in accord to the black heart that was every bit human.
And the sweet girl held him in acceptance that he could not receive, and as he quenched his thirst within the endless purity of her body, a feral scream tore out, unidentifiable from which lung. Although it was he coiling her pain and playing the cards in her forever-lasting demise, she was the one who held that damnable, satisfactory grin
Her eyes lighted so lovely. She looked brilliant with power.
Those eyes of blue… the contradiction to the longing in his abyss of a core. They were the firm line of separation… and they mocked him, laughed at him, in their wake.
As she trailed beautiful kisses along the white flesh of his ribs, she mumbled, "It will never be enough."
In this chamber where he held the reincarnation, he could seek concurrence, for where the long-dead priestess hated, this one loved.
Interesting little thing, she became. The long years under the dark poison of his castle and the infinite solitary and darkness had given way to the phoenix rising from its ashes.
She was terrifying.
Beautiful.
Not enough.
Those eyes—twisted, dark, knowing, knowing, knowing eyes, invading and seeing and she watched the world in ways that he couldn't follow, her mind becoming even more twisted and corrupt than his.
And still she was pure because she could not hate.
Her wet lips rose from the curve of his abdomen, working a dooming path as she stopped at his heart.
"You come to me for the gratification I grant you, but it will never be enough." Her words always came soft and searing. Sly eyelashes and the golden tongue, beautiful and dangerous—the perfect amalgamation to spread rumors of men's downfall."But it can't satisfy you, because where the silver hanyou could not…" he felt her unhidden smile against his skin. The atmosphere sunk to a very dangerous level, and he knew-oh how he knew-but it was the calling she sent, the murderous beckoning that convened his ruin. "…you could."
But it was that black, black heart—where no matter he ran it ate at him and refused to leave him and no matter how he killed it didn't die.
His eternal curse—the heart and the scar.
Human.
Didn't he wish to be more didn't he fight?
Peering eyes and she never touched, whether warred from it or a forgotten demand; she didn't touch.
"This burdening human heart can differentiate between me and my incarnation." She purred, curling lavishly against him, "and that is where you flaw."
"How…?" He humored her, and she smiled coyly at him, leaning her arms against his chest to face him.
Trailing a lone finger along the muscle of his chest, she continued. "You come to me for the gratification I grant you… but your heart can distinguish between Kikyo and me. My acceptance is not satisfactory." She turned on her back, stretching against him. How was it that she was using the hateful thoughts he once tortured her with against him? Turning it on him, making it into her own little game. A very dangerous vixen, she was. "And your flaw is that you come to me when your heart yearns for her."
She finished with a pleased smile, the fitting grin growing as a fresh slab of blood splattered the floor.
Eyes alight, she watched as he adorned his attire in a hurry.
"Your flaw, though, saves you from your downfall." Glinting through half-lidded eyes, she thrilled herself in these games.
He bruised her lips with his own, crushing her already fragile frame against the harsh wood of the palace.
Lifting his face, his eyes bright with power, he spoke, soft and perilous. "I won, there is no downfall."
"Naraku…" wrong name right name Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him to her, her tantalizing scent and her treacherous voice exciting things that only could. "You're smarter than that—there is always a downfall." Her arms fell prey to his sinking claws and leaking toxins. She'd gotten used to it, though. She uses those poisons to slip into her words. "And you downfall is that you can never have her."
A roar hybrid into ecstasy and defiance, more splashes on the walls, the floors, but pain was nothing that could touch her anymore, and no mind was given—her eyes glowing hauntingly, watching, watching, watching, knowing, seeing…
"I have her." Onigumo had spoken now, growling with malice as he tore mercilessly, no gentleness against her barely sustaining body with too much spilt blood and shattered bones and broken skin.
"Ah-! No-o… no, you don't, and you never will." She managed between shaky breaths. "Because although you m-might have her, locked somewhere deep within these chambered walls… you… will never have her."
"How?" Roars and slashes, nothing stopped her.
"B-because…" She struggled under collapsing lungs, but that smile never left. No, it never left. "Because des-despite all, you love her, Onigumo, and no matter what, no matter even if you held her with you right now, you would not have her, because all your love could not have back, and your demise is in that yearning."
She smiled beautifully as she spoke his weakness.
"Because you want her to love you back."
Blue eyes only twinkled as the door slid shut. She breathed heavily in a corner, no longer able to move, yet happier than ever. She knew, she knew all too much and all too well—of the end and the beginning and forever.
His demise... pride in her initiation, and sighing deeply as she closed her eyes to sleep, the miasma in the air peeling her skin and burning her wounds, she waited.
"You… lose." She recited, "Gossip on your downfall has spread, Onigumo. Love will make you fall."
There were the ears in the walls and they gleam in excitement.
Spread the word.