Warning! This is tragedy that includes character death. It is based on a sad poem that for some reason popped into my head today. Prepare for tears.
The Half-Demon
The wee hours of morning were dark, the sun many hours from rising, but lights shone from the shrine where the priestess resided. She sat by the window, waiting.
Over the horizon bounded a blur, and her eyes widened and she stood from her chair to lean out the open window. The blur stopped in front of her, revealing silver hair and golden eyes.
"Inuyasha," She sighed, reaching forward to touch his face. He pressed his forehead to hers.
"Kagome." She smiled at him, and he lifted her by the waist out of the window to stand beside him.
They sat together for hours, talking with hands joined until the sun began to rise behind them.
"The new moon is this next night," She stated, staring sadly at the sun.
"Kagome, tomorrow I will come as the sun sets, and I will take you away from this place as a mortal man. We will be free to love without secrets."
She looked at him with wide eyes, and tears of joy fell down her cheeks.
The bells of morning rang, and both turned their heads to the temple. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then stepped away.
"Until the night." He turned and vanished into a blur once more.
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Only an hour or so before the sun set, a knock resounded on Kagome's door. Expecting a priest, she opened it only to be bound and gagged, and dragged by a strong man towards the front altar of the temple.
"High priestess," her fellow holy woman spoke, bearing the traditional robe of sacrifice. "We have discovered the presence of evil upon you. You must be executed for allowing yourself to be defiled by a monster." She spat at the tied up teen. "And as soon as the monster returns this night, he will be purified as well."
Kagome's eyes widened and she struggled against her bindings as she was held on the alter. After many prayers of purification and forgiveness for her defiled soul, a blade was lifted to catch the final light of the sun and a reflection of a blur of silver and red.
She couldn't let him get closer, she wouldn't let him die. And so she moved as far forward as she could, slicing her own throat deeply on the blade. And she hoped, prayed, that the smell reached him before he turned human for the night, and that he would run. Run and live.
As the light faded from her eyes, she heard a cry of extreme suffering, in a voice she regretted hearing the pain from.
Moments later a human clad in red burst onto the scene and lifted the lifeless body from the cold alter. With a cry of anguish he attacked the executioners only to lay dead himself minutes later, covered in the blood of the single murderer he was able to slay.
And together their souls walked into limbo and waited for rebirth.
I know it's crappy, I wrote it on a bus and I am not doing well