A/N: So, this is a re-write of one of my old fanfiction's which I had on another account, one which I had been planning to re-write for some time. And finally, it's here! For those who are reading my other fanfics I'm soon going to update those as well but unfortunately the two douments I was supposed to upload got erased and that kinda killed my muse for a while. Fuck this site sometimes. Really.
At any case though, please enjoy this prologue!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of it's characters or plot.
Warning: this fic will contain blood gore and perhaps eventual sex, so those who are faint of heart or too young, please leave. I am going to update the rating soon but for now it stays on T unless anyone complains.
Prologue
The mountain Chôkai.
Backed by a grey storming sky the great volcano rose like a lone beacon of light in the middle of a snowy doom. A mighty sierra reaching for the sky while the ground beneath seemed to be torn downward into depression by some invisible force. It was a sight some would call holy. A place where the gods reached for mortal lands. And others, who perhaps knew of it's true inhabitants, would name it the work of devils. Where demons came to attempt the overthrowing of gods. The dying soldier, a king reduced to something lower than a beggar, had to agree with those who thought the latter. As his life slowly slipped away like sand between his fingers he could do nothing but to condemn the damned mountain for his failure. Surely it was none but the mountain's fault. It and it's infernal rulers.
For centuries the soldier had dreamed of this place finally being brought to it's knee by his prowess. A few decades ago he had started the preparations of that feat. But much like anything else he had ever tried in his life, it seemed this deed was to go unfulfilled as well. Another dream lost to the abyss of sleep - though this time it would be eternal.
A hiss escaped the soldier's throat as the blade piercing his stomach was twisted cruelly and then thrust further through his body. Burning hot steel worming itself through his flesh and bones, then eventually meeting the gravel on the ground he lay on, in a way that made the soldier want to cry out. Only what little pride he had left hindered those screams from being voiced. Instead the soldier masked his pain with a twisted smile as he gazed up at his foe. His eyes, tired and ready to close for the last time, meeting intimidating red ones. They looked at him as though he were an insect.
"Curse you, blood of the north-western fire!", the soldier croaked out between grit teeth. Snarling as his foe once again twisted the blade with sadistic self-satisfaction. A smile one might have thought to be beautiful at any other time stretched upon the warrior woman's lips and she heaved out an exhausted breath.
"You have lost, Gaenki", the woman said and her smile turned into a mocking grin, white teeth stained with a few droplets of blood after their destructive battle.
The sight made the soldier's own smile widen in return. His blood stained teeth gleaming in the gloom of the twilight's last rays of sunlight as he silently laughed at his predicament. No matter that his sword had been coated in poison. No matter that he should have been more skilled with the blade than the cursed she-devil, he had lost. A thousand men against five hundred and the soldier had still managed to lose the war. Surely fate's cruel irony was behind this, the soldier mused. For even as his army had managed to break and massacre the five hundred men always vigilantly standing in protection of the mountain, a thousand men were now lying dead or dying at the foot of it along with the five hundred. All of their blood painting the powdery snow beneath their bodies red.
It was rage fueling - that he had lost so much in so little time. The mountain kneeling at his feet had been just out of the soldier's reach too. Had he pushed a little further. Just a hundred men more and it all would have been his. Surely the men in his army who were dead cursed his very existence at this moment. Lusting for revenge in whatever hell they had ended up in.
"Your clan will be shamed, Gaenki, the atrocities you have committed today with the human bandits are not going to be forgotten. Your clan will be exiled", the warrior woman hissed out as a drop of blood from the wound at her temple dripped onto the soldier's cheek, and for a moment the soldier had the odd sense that he wanted to lick at it like a child with candy. A strange desire he should not even have entertained. But still it festered inside of him along with the overwhelming want to murder this woman. Cut the remaining limbs off of her - after all she had already lost an arm during their battle -, and devour the mountain which was so precious to the woman's clan. The smoldering desire grew into a seething burn as another drop of blood landed just by his mouth, and with all other thoughts clouded the soldier used the last of his strength to grip at the woman's armour's collar. With a force beyond his state the soldier harshly tugged at the woman and yanked her to his eye-level. Their noses were just about touching.
"I will not lose anymore than you, dearest", the soldier coughed out, snarling like an animal as he lapped at the blood by his mouth, "I curse you now, clan of the north-western fire, you and this mountain. Til the end of days your lives will be half, your bodies will decay and my spirit will forever haunt you".
"You damned insect, I will -", the woman snarled and tried to pull herself free of the soldier's grip. It was an effort which devastatingly failed.
"It will be an everlasting sickness upon you", the soldier groaned as the blade at his stomach twisted again, the woman only having a loose grip upon the weapon at this point, "And there will be no cure but death".
The warrior woman grit her teeth and without regard pulled her blade free from the soldier's stomach. Only to savagely thrust it down again. The hot steel pierced the soldier's heart this time, slicing through his armour like it was paper. And he screamed. Something which roughly sounded like laughter. Desperately, and with a maddened look in her eyes, the woman repeated the process again, and again and again. Not even noticing the soldier's slackened grip at her armour's collar. Her blade stabbed at the man's body with only rage in her movements and no precision. And only once the blood splatter managed to soak itself through the parts of her armour which were cloth did she still her movements and with a defeated sob, one which should not have come from someone who had just won a war, the woman sank to her knees. Crying as the heavens turned a deep ebony.
A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed that, I know that at least I enjoyed writing it because of what part it plays later in the fic, but please give me your thoughts and comments, I appreciate any criticism because it will help me grow as a writer!