"Inuyasha!!"
"Sesshoumaru-sama!!"
The half demon and full demon bore down on their opponent, the ever powerful Naraku. Tokijin and Tetsusagia were gradually wearing down the powerful half demon. The spawn of Onigumo and lesser demons, the bane of the Feudal Era, a constant thorn in the side on their search to complete the sacred jewel.
Naraku's body began to crumble under the intense onslaught the two brothers brought down upon his form. There was no escape. There was no reason that he could use to escape his inevitable fate. He was being pulled down by chains, chains that were dragging him into hell.
His crumbling form was thrown back a ways, and the Inu brothers moved in for the kill. A frail form suddenly rushed in, clutching the weakened demon to itself. The onlookers gasped, and the time traveler gaped, covering her mouth.
"Kikyo..."
"Kikyo, how could you?"
Inuyasha whispered in a heartbroken voice. The clay bodied vessel glanced at him, a glance that was hallow. She was just a clay doll. Just a vengeful soul. Not living. Not exactly dead.
"...Ki-Kikyo..."
Naraku managed to utter, Onigumo's longing for the Shikon no Tama's priestess still evident somewhere in his being as he reached a hand up to touch her face. But it stopped halfway, a sickening crunch heard. Blood splattered the ground beneath Naraku, the blood soiling the white of Kikyo's robes. A large knife was plunged through his heart, glowing with the priestess' own power.
Kikyo smiled in a strange way as Naraku fell backward into his own pool of blood, his body deteriorating and leaving nothing but a few old bones. The priestess turned to them, the blood dripping from her fingers and the ends of her sleeves, a few drops of the blood marring her white skin.
She said nothing as the wind blew, her skin cracking, turning to dust and scattering on the wind, leaving only a heap of bloody priestess garb.
Once upon a time, there was a priestess, a half demon, and a time traveler...