Inuyasha's claws raked across his chest slowly, eliciting the flow of blood from his own chest to mingle with the languid air around him. He let his blood meld with the turgidity of the night, formulating and copulating at will as they formed tendrils that betrayed his own true darkness within. A spray of anguish emitted itself from Inuyasha's throat as he let out an almost lupine shriek. His tragedy and despair has become distinguishably palatable for the young hanyou. He had received his glorious wish but had paid a terrible price, for the light of life had been extinguished, tithing herself to the eternal languish in the entirety of the Shikon.
His foolishness that had led to Kagome's demise had been so simple. He had conquered Narakku and granted Kikyou the peace that would allow her to leave her tortured existence and enter the land of nirvana. Miroku's hand had been purified and Sangou's family had been avenged by Inuyasha's blade. Then, Inuyasha was king, both figuratively and literally after being declared lord over Naraku's old territory and vested by both Sheeshourmaou and Kouga at their cerneomies after the conquering of Naraku. Inuyasha had taken Naraku's pwoers, dissolving his incarnations and obliterating his castle. He had also taken Kagome as his bride, piercing her virgin's sheathe on the day before they were to be wed and bound. The only thing left to accomplish was to make the wish upon the Shikon and make it pure once again. Inuyasha had hoped that Kikyou would do the honros but she had departed long since then before but had not left before treaching Kagome and Kade how to perform it for himselves.
Inuyasha, drawing his own blood into the canter, formed the acient sigils of the Jewel of the Four Souls and prayed to the great spirits four who guarded and infused the magic of the Warring States. It twas terrible, for lightning struck and beautiful fire rained down upon them with the intesnity of a storm. But Inuyasha and his friends braved forth, bessecching the Jewel to grant him his deepest desire. Imagine his surprise when he felt his human side receding into the bowels of the cosmos. He felt the growing insanity of his situation encroaching upon him like a swarm but he could not go back. He would not, for this was his greatest wish. He was to become a youkai, a demon blooded with the power to topple all his enemies.
Ancient spirits vested their strength into him, granting him enhanced strength, speed, and agility. His powers became unparalleled. Even the Tetsuaiga was transformed, becoming a curved fang of pure Shikon energy that could cut through anything and heal anything with a single stroke. Medificating strength rose into Inuyasha's curved form, making him as powerful as any demon could be. But it came with a catch, for his wisdom was left behind. He saw only through the lenses of a beast. The cost of the Shikon was the life of the one he loved most, taken by his own hands. And so it was, for Inuyasha pounced upon Kagome and with one brutal stroke tore her asunder. The Shikon, in its horrible malice, restored him to sanity and allowed him to see what he had done. Before he could understand what he had done, Kagome was dead in his hands, slain my his own ultraviolence.
He flead. It was the only thing he could do. He took flight, bounding several miles a leap through his awesome deamonic strength. But even as a youkai, his heart was still soft for Kagome, and he repented most grievously. The Shikon would grant him no more wishes and any other attempt would result in tragedy and further tragedy, so help him darkness for the souls created. It was only death that could await such a pitiful wrath at the hands of a callous and unforgiving divine.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Inuyasha wailed as he stared at the well through which Kagome once passed. He had been wandering for months now, sobbing over the fate that had befallen him. He had taken out his frustration on the others, hunting down and destroying Miroku's monastery and Sango's demon-hunting college under the guise of Kouga. But he could not derive pleasure for such wickedness. He needed something more, something even more foul and twisted to satisfy and reflect the dark and bitter barren that had become his life. He would need to brutally mold the world into a twisted reflection of his own tragedy.
"Is this how Naraku felt? Is htis why he turned to evil?" INuyasha demanded of teh air. His long, savage hair billowed in the air as he shifted into his pure demon form. He would avenge Kagome's death even if it meant destroying the world in the process.