I don't have much of an excuse. After realizing that some scenes I have planned in my stories have to be depressing, I realized that I wasn't even sure if I could do sad scenes. I wanted to try my hand at writing something depressing/angst to get a feel of it.

For the time being, this is a one-shot. I have no plans to continue this story unless there is interest shown. This is honestly more of a writing exercise for me.

Disclaimer ~

Once again, I own nothing but my imagination and a few muses that I picked up off the street. If you recognize it, it's not mine.

The demon blinked his bright red eyes, his expression unreadable. His Doll sat properly before him, her hands folded in her lap and her back straight. The demon had dressed her in a green and white dress, hoping that the familiar colors would bring some kind of emotion to her eyes but her soul, which peeked out from her bright blue eyes, was still dead. Even the calico cat that he had found just for her, did not bring that beautiful light back to her eyes.

Sebastian stood tall, watching the girl closely. Admittedly, she was a beautiful creature. Her skin was still a healthy cream color. The demon often made his Doll go outside, even if it meant dragging her outside himself. Her midnight black hair was tangled free and fell beautifully to her waist. Muscles, which use to be toned, were now lax, giving her a frail appearance. Silver scars decorated her body, covering every inch of her skin besides her face. The scars were more heavily clustered around her throat, belly and spine. Her most enchanting feature were her sapphire blue eyes which use to shine with her soul's innocence but were now dark to the world. Her innocent soul was destroyed and ripped apart, tainted by a cruel darkness.

Normally, Sebastian would have relished in the sorrow and misery of the girl. He was a demon after all and demons fed off of torture and pain. This girl was different though. She use to be a miko, one of the purest souls to be found. She had broken under the strain and shattered to pieces. This was unacceptable.

Sebastian reached out an ungloved hand to cup her cheek. Obediently the miko closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, submitting to him. She pushed her throat forward, leaving it exposed. A quiet whimper escaped her as she once again asked for a death that Sebastian denied her.

"My poor Doll. So sweet, so fragile." Sebastian spoked quietly to the girl so to not frighten her.

Sebastian had stolen his new doll about fifty years ago. The demon was bored and looking for his next contract. Unknowingly, he had crossed into another demon's territory. Demons were naturally territorial creatures so it was no surprise that the strange demon chose to defend his lands by trying to kill Sebastian. The battle had been short but no less vicious. Both demons knew that Sebastian would easily beat the younger wolf demon but the brash demon refused to submit. It wasn't until a deadly wound was inflicted on the grey wolf demon that he decided to race away to shelter. Bloodlust raged in Sebastian though and he gave chase, tracking down the younger demon to his cave in the mountains.

His death was torturous and bloody. Sebastian took joy in the wolf demon's horrified screams as each bone was slowly shattered and each cut was drawn out. Hours later, the wolf demon died in a puddle of his own blood and organs. Sebastian was preening in his victory as he cleaned his bloody hands when the rustle of fur caught his attention.

A cruel smile formed on his lips as he considered the thought of taking the dead demon's meal too. There was no greater insult to a demon than it take its meal and prove that you're the stronger demon. Sebastian kicked the dead body out of his way as he stalked forward, his eyes glowing a bright red at the thought of a hunt.

Instead of finding a meal, Sebastian came across a human doll. She was curled in the back shadows of the cave, clothed in animal fur that matched the dead demon wolf's. Several deer skins were thrown over her in an attempt to keep her warm but she still shivered briefly. Food was scattered around her dirty feet. Days worth of many varieties laid untouched, slowing rotting and bringing in bugs. She was breathing evenly, showing Sebastian that she indeed was a living human but her crushed soul and dead eyes told Sebastian that there was not much there, inside that human shell.

Her deep blue eyes were trained ahead, locking on the pile of blood from her companion. It was obvious that she had watched the whole battle but had not reacted once. Sebastian didn't even hear her heart rate pick up despite the gory sight before her and the strange demon approaching her. Sebastian finally got close enough to sense the dying power within her soul.

Miko.

A servant of the gods. A pure soul. They were a rare, dying species. They were feared by most demons due to the purification power they held but Sebastian could sense that the girl didn't have the will to use that power. To yokai, a lower leveled demon, a miko would mean death if they used their powers on them. Sebastian, despite having a crow appearance at times, was a pure demon. He was a creature straight from Hell and to him, a miko meant so much more.

A miko was a servant to the gods but it didn't always mean that it was a pure god they served. A miko could easily serve the shadows, obeying those more powerful than them. A pure demon, like himself, could tame a miko. Their pure souls would continue to regeneration, no matter how many times they were consumed. Such an easy, delicious soul was a rare treat and it meant that the demon would never have to go hungry again. A dark miko could also become a demon's bride without fear of being crushed by Hell or killed by their spawns. Most mates of demons use to be mikos before their species became rare.

The only catch, the miko had to be willing. They had to give their body and soul to the demon or else their clashing powers would destroy each other, sending them both to Purgatory. Not Heaven or Hell, but Purgatory. The ending for everything, with no chance of rebirth or saving. For a demon and a miko, it is the true death.

Sebastian couldn't give up the chance to have a miko for himself. Mikos had not been seen in centuries and who knew, this may be the last one in existence. The crafty wolf demon had tried to protect and hide her from him but now, this broken doll belonged to him.

In the dead of night, Sebastian stole away his prize. His doll didn't protest or put up a fight. She laid limp in his arms, his eyes blank and her soul unchanging. She was either unaware of what was happening or she did not care. Sebastian hoped it wouldn't be hard to bring this miko back to herself.

That was fifty years ago. Sebastian had yet to fix her but he refused to give up. After searching and researching mikos, he had come to the conclusion that he was originally right. This was the last, true, miko to exist. To give her up would mean to admit defeat and never to have another miko in his palms again. To kill her would mean the same thing. No, this miko had to live and serve him.

In fifty years, the miko had only ever reacted twice to him. Finally, after a decade of questioning, the miko had gazed up at him in the middle of the night during one of their travels and told him her name. Afterwards, despite how many times he tried to get her to talk, his Doll refused to open her mouth again. Thus, they went decades without ever speaking again.

The second reaction he got from her was surprising and Sebastian, unknowingly made it worse. They had been strolling down a cobblestone street together when a strange pure white hound ran across their path, tripping his precious Doll. The dog gave a whine of apology and trotted up to his victim, running his gross, slobbery tongue over her face.

Instead of comforting her, the sight and touch of the canine sent his Doll into hysterics. Wails fell from her mouth and tears steamed down her face. Her hands, for the first time, moved on their own free will to clasp over her stomach. Her body shook terribly and she continued to scream and cry to the Heavens. The poor dog tried to run away from the crying woman but his Doll leaped forward, grasping the dog with both of her hands and hugging him against her chest. The canine's head rested over her heart and his hot breath bathed her stomach, which sent jealousy running through Sebastian's skin.

He gave a demonic growl and reached down, one of his hands wrapping easily around the back of the dog's neck. How dare this beast touch his Doll? How dare this mongrel touch what is not his? If she wanted comfort or company, his Doll had him. There was no need for a dog. With that thought in mind, Sebastian clutched his hand together, crushing the spine of the dog easily.

The beast died insanity, slumping into his Doll's body. She only hugged its dead body closer, hiding her tears in its fur and rocking her body back and forth. When Sebastian reached down to extract the vermin from her grasp, she reacted like a cornered animal, snapping her teeth at his hand and releasing a deep growl.

Sebastian reacted without thought. His male demonic energy rose, blanketing what little of her miko powers existed and he slapped his hand back, smacking the girl in the mouth and sending her into the street. A dominating growl escaped him as he moved to tower over his Doll, wanting to see her submission.

"I'm sorry." She finally spoke after decades. Her voice cracked and croaked from years of abuse but it was still musical. "I'm so sorry." His Doll rose to hands and knees and crawled forward. Sebastian was about to accept her apology and help her clean up her lip, which was bleeding slightly from his abuse, when his beautiful Doll crawled past him and cuddle once more into the fur of the beast. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose them but I was weak. I was only human."

"I'm so sorry Yasha. I'm so sorry. Forgive me." Tears and blood mixed together before falling onto the fur of the beast. "Forgive me."

Sebastian's patience snapped. He reached forward and forcefully extracted his Doll from the beast. She fought him. She screeched, bit and kicked against him like a wild animal but Sebastian was stronger and his grip never loosened. He dragged her away and back into the home they were temporarily staying at. After collapsing onto the bed, his Doll went back to being dead but there was a change this time. Now, she spoke and dreamed.

When awake, his Doll's dead eyes would stare at the wall and she would rapidly apologize. She would beg for death, beg for forgiveness and finally, beg for someone named Yasha. When she slept, her dreams were turned into nightmares. She would awake screaming and thrashing, often hurting herself in the act. It was only Sebastian who kept her from cutting too deeply or rolling off of the bed.

After several days, her voice no longer had the strength to go on. Her voice died once again but Sebastian knew, in her mind, she was still apologizing and begging. The nightmares, they never left. They continued to torture his Doll, causing her to whimper in fear and to thrash around. Often, Sebastian would choose to stay with his Doll during the night just to make sure that his Doll never hurt herself.

Years had passed since that incident and still, his Doll was tortured. She never spoke but she obeyed. Naturally, she was submissive to everyone around her and Sebastian had not had to raised his hand to her since that one incident. It was Sebastian's decision that all canines would be kept away from her, so to not trigger another violent episode.

The rustle of cloth pulled Sebastian out of his memories. He blinked his glowing red eyes, his attention immediately falling on his Doll. Even after so many decades, Sebastian stilled hoped that he would manage to put his Doll back together and she would look at him just once. For a single day, he wanted his Doll to be normal and whole. He wanted to talk to her, to know what happened to her and how he could fix it. What started as a selfish mission to obtain a miko was now personal. He wanted his Doll to be fixed and he wanted to be the one to do it.

Unfortunately, the rustle of cloth was only his Doll's cat. The lithe calico feline had made her way into her mistress lap and was purring. Sebastian felt a genuine smile growing as he stared at the scene. His Lord had forbidden cats in the mansion but even broken, his Doll has managed to charm him and he allowed Sebastian to keep her cat in hopes that it would help her recover and keep her company on the days that the young Lord and demon were gone.

He reached a hand out and stroked her bony hip, his sensitive fingers feeling the rough texture of a scar even through her clothes. After years of research, he found who his Doll really was. He knew about the small round jewel that was safely nestled in her body. He had once craved the power of the jewel when he found out about it but he did not want to be the one to kill his Doll. To remove the jewel would mean killing his precious toy and he valued her more than the jewel. Besides, as long as he cared for his Doll, he would have both the jewel and his toy in his possession. Why choose one when he could have both?

"My poor Doll. How can I fix you?" Sebastian whispered to her.

Her mouth parted just a hint as she spoke for the first time in years. "I'm so sorry."

It was the same. It was always the same. Sebastian stoked her cheek gently, his own eyes watering. "I know. You're forgiven, Kagome. Just heal my precious Doll."

"I'm so sorry." She repeated. "I didn't mean to lose them. I tried so hard." Her hands moved to clasp over her shrunken stomach once again. "I tried."

"I know. I know." The demon murmured back as he felt tears soaking into his bare hand as she continued to cry.

"I'm sorry, Yas-."

"Sebastian." The demon had often changed his name over the years and he knew it was confusing to his Doll, but he always tried to remind her of his current name. At least, that's what he told himself every time she called him Yasha.

"I want to die." Her voice cracked as it protested being used once more. "Please kill me."

"I can not. You are unique. You must live." Sebastian didn't want to acknowledge the wetness in his own eyes as he heard the heartache in Kagome's voice. All she ever wanted from him was death. It was the one thing he could not grant.

"I'm so sorry. I tried so hard. I don't want to be in pain anymore."

"Shush, my Doll. Just quiet down. I'll fix you, I'll end your pain."

As the sun rose, its golden light bathed over the demon's personal room. The scene was a heartbreaking one. One girl, barely alive and more doll than human, sat properly in a green and white dress while a tall, dark butler stood in front of her. The demon's body was hunched over so he could press his forehead against his precious' Doll's cheek. Tears, one crying water while the other cried blood, streaked down both of their faces. The colors mixed together before falling to the floor and staining the carpet.

They stayed this way, girl and demon crying until the girl collapsed from exhaustion and the demon was summoned by his master.

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"How is your toy this morning?" A young boy questioned suddenly as he worked over his business papers.

Sebastian, who was busy dusting the shelves, gave a small hum of acknowledgement. "She is faring much the same."

"So she is still broken?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"You shouldn't torture a creature like that. Sebastian, I order you to fix your Doll or put her out of her misery. It's disgusting how you can continue to torture such a creature that is obviously in pain."

The feather duster inside Sebastian's hand snapped clean in half and dark energy flooded the room as the demon's rage increase. A vicious snarl rumbled through his chest and his eyes glowed a bright red. Ciel didn't react to the change, choosing to stay focus on his work.

"She is the last of her kind. It would be a waste to kill her, my Lord." Sebastian tried to reason with the boy through clenched teeth.

"I do not care. She is suffering. I have spent time with her. She speaks to me and I know how she craves death. She is broken and some things can't be fixed. She may be one of those things. My order stays the same."

Sebastian, in a rare show of rage, used his demonic energy to disappear from the room, leaving behind several black feathers. Ciel blinked, momentarily stunned at the amount of emotion his butler had just displayed. Stubbornly, Ciel held firm on his decision. Kagome was suffering, anyone could see that and if she truly was immortal then she could be stuck forever in her misery. It would be a sweet mercy to kill her now instead of letting her suffer for eternity.

In his personal bedroom, Sebastian emerged from the shadows of the room, a trail of black feathers following him. His red eyes blazed with an inner fire as he stalked forward. His predator instincts were locked on his little Doll, who had not moved an inch since he left her this morning.

She was awake again and her lips were moving, forming silent apologies but her voice no longer filled the room. Tears continued to streak down her face, an unending supply of agony lending her more and more tears. Her hands were still clasped over her stomach and her blue eyes were still dead, revealing her tortured soul inside.

A clawed hand reached for her throat, easily wrapping around the thin column. Sharp finger nails prickled at her fragile skin, drawing blood to the surface. The broken Doll gave a pleased sigh and leaned further into the deadly grasp. Sebastian could only watched as her eyes filled with hope, hope that her wish would finally be completed.

Could Sebastian heal her? Could he bring back his broken Doll? He didn't know anymore.

Would his Doll ever turn back into the pure miko it once was?

"Give me a sign." For once, Sebastian was begging her. His own voice cracked with misery and pain. "Tell me, that you can be whole again. Show me, you won't be my Broken Doll forever."

Edit : Due to the great feedback from many readers, this story has been continued.

Please do review and let me know how I did or how I could improve. As usual, I have no beta. All mistakes you see are mine and mine alone but if you point them out, I promise to fix them for you.

Happy Early Halloween!

Edited & Updated January 1st, 2015