My Demon Prince
'It's her, Kikyo,' he thought. It had been over fifty years since he had seen her. She had become his want, no, obsession, ever since she cared for him. He could remember it like it was yesterday. If she hadn't cared for him he would have been dead. "Kikyo," he whispered. "Can it be? Could've you been alive this whole time? But how?" he barely spoke. The questions raced through his mind. The wars continued. And he watched Kikyo heal whoever asked. He remained hidden in his castle, waiting for the chance to lure her there, and keep her as his own.
Meanwhile, Kikyo was in a nearby village healing wounded soldiers. "Thank you great priestess," a soldier said with a deep bow. Kikyo nodded. Silently she stood up and started to walk away. But before she could, a man spoke up. "Is the priestess Kikyo here?" "Yes, I am here," she replied. "We need your services. Our lord, is extremely ill, and is refusing any medical care. Please can you assist him?" She nodded.
On the journey to the lord's palace, the men explained that the lord had been wounded in a fight. He had started to act strange and stopped letting anyone see him. Now they turned to her for the only help left.
They finally reached the castle. It was… dismal. A strange aura of evil surrounded it, almost engulfing it completely. Dark clouds surrounded the whole area where the palace was located. The clouds swirled angrily above the palace. Kikyo headed for the door, but she stopped dead in her tracks. Not only was there an aura of evil surrounding the palace, but the unmistakable presence of a demon was definitely there. She could sense it! "Priestess Kikyo is there a problem?" an escort asked. She shook her head. "Let us see to your lord," she replied quietly.
The escort led her to the lord's room. "Here is where he sleeps. I believe he is expecting you," the escort told her. "Thank you," was the curt reply, for the aura of the demon had become unbearably strong. "My lord, the priestess is here. Shall we wait outside the door?" the man asked. "No. Leave us be!" came the voice. "Come in priestess."
She opened the paper wall. The room was almost pitch black, except for a candle which was burning low. The candle barely emitted enough light to see anything. She saw the futon where the lord lay. She couldn't see his face, but just the shape of a man. "My lord, my name is Kikyo. I am a priestess here to heal your wounds," she respectively told him. "Come in, Kikyo," came the silky dark voice. "I've been expecting you. At last, you are here. And now that you have come you shall not leave!" he cruelly said. "What do you mean?" Kikyo asked. "Do you not know who I am? Do you not remember what you did for me fifty years ago?" he asked sharply. "I remember, my dear Kikyo. Ever since that day I have wanted you as mine and mine only!" At this he laughed, for Kikyo had an angry look on her face, but he could see fear. Pure terror was written in her eyes. "No I don't remember. Who are you?" she asked suspiciously. "To these foolish humans, I am Lord Kagawaki, but I am really not who they think I am," he replied as he started to get up from his bed. "Kikyo, I have waited for you! And now I want you! I want you to be mine forever!" he quietly told her as he slowly walked towards her. Kikyo backed up. Out of what, fear or hatred?
Suddenly he was behind her, his arms gripping tightly around her waist. She could feel him breathing down her neck; his mouth was so close to her ear. "Kikyo, you now belong to me. I won't let you walk away from me, not this time. That half breed, Inuyasha will not interfere. You are mine!" he murmured manically into her ear. He turned her around to face him. She gasped in horror at the man she saw. "Naraku!" she whispered in terror.