Destruction...
Was a miko.
"Its been to long of a wait. Far to long for a human such as yourself." Naraku growled. Intimidating the enemy. A game really. And the only threat here was the accursed reincarnation.
Kagome's eyes narrowed, ignoring every sly comment that dripped out of his slimy mouth.
It is said the miko is more powerful than most...and so it was proven in the final battle.
The demons speed was impressive, yes. But miko's are born to fight, as wolves are born wild, and humans born naïve.
Oh, but this miko was different
How unnaive she was
Loud crackles of power mixed with the hissing of vapors.
Miko vs. demon. Life vs. death
He whizzed around, yet could not find a hole in her perfect barrier. She shielded herself well. Like a coward.
Love doesn't always console one during troubling times. It can be disracting...annoying...jeopardizing. And so the kitsune shall regret his actions...
A piercing wail hit Kagome like a knife to the back. Her baby was harmed, and no one can stop a desperate mother. She dropped the barrier, running towards her bleeding son
And so the opening...Naraku saw his chance, and, oh, how he seized it. Smirking smugly, he struck at her defenseless back, from which behind feeble cloth was her tender skin, and beneath which pliant bone...and her heart. He wanted it, so badly did he want the beautiful miko's heart...crushed in his fist.
In that instant, he was godInches from her, she turned to face death. Eyes wide in what looked like terror, but he was not sure. His lips curled in satisfaction, his mind pure bliss as his hand ripped her breast, crushed her ribs. As he ran her through, he swiftly grasped her heart, ripping it from the chamber that once contained it. Blood spurted forth from the gapping hole.
"Alas, dear miko, and I had hoped for so much more" he cooed as her eyes jolted, quivering with pain. Her body shuddered from death; her body grew cold as her soul gave leave. He looked at her intently. "Kagome my dear, we should have done this from the beginning." A bloody gurgle emitted from her throat in a low rumble, sickening red liquid dribbling down her chin, flowing down her front. It came in chunks, and he felt an urge to wipe it away. She started hacking blood; spurting in the air, spray his face.
She was laughing-it was an unnatural laugh, with no gaiety
Mirthless
Cruel
Spine cracking
He was scared of her. She chilled him.
Her head sharply raised to meat his gaze, smirking. The beautiful woman was smiling at him
"For a second there naraku..." her mouth was inches from his, "I thought I would die without seeing you burn."
Her eyes glinted with blood thirst. He was scared. Naraku the despicable demon known for ruining the lives of others without raising a finger was scared of this young miko. He desperately tried to eject his hand from her body, but she held his arm firmly. He was being touched by dea6th herself.
"I die, your dieing with me."
She purified him. She purified the hell out of him. As his body slowly disintegrated from the bottom up, she whispered tenderly.
"I hope to see you in hell" he purred tenderly, gripping her by the back of the head, pushing her ever closer to him.
She growled. "I'll be waiting."