I want them to suffer, as I have suffered.

To burn.

I want it all to burn away.

Someone was screaming. It cut through all the other noise like a honed blade, it was not a cry for release or rage or even victory, it was a hoarse harrow guttural howl, a body forcing too much air and viscera out of is body that it gurgled and downed as the sound ripped its way out. Saliva and blood drooled down her chin, steaming in the blue fire. Everything was tainted, but she didn't see the physical anymore. If her eyes were open, all they could see were lashes of blue flame and sparks of colour, there was something deeply painful about the whole thing, but it was so unlike the pain she had already experienced in her short life. Tears and blood streaked down her face, she desperately heaved in another breath, but the screaming never stopped and her throat burned

Suddenly, blessed darkness, that shadow inside her mind, a calm in the storm where the screams were distant but not lost. Standing before the white demon she rasped in a breath, her body quivering. It settled into her, the realization- like a shade over her shoulder, a lesser kin of death; She was rotting, from the outside in.

WhAt WiLL yOu Do?

She was smart, smarter than average, cool and calm to a deceptively warm core but this? Izumo had not trained herself for this. All her energy all this time was spent on fulfilling her role, but those people bred weakness in her. Those… a desperate bubble of emotion welled in her chest and she felt heat burst from her face.

He CaMe WhEn YoU MeWleD

That's right. The blue fire, erupting from the ceiling the moment-the first time she had ever pitifully called out for help. More tears forced their way out of her, she felt cool finger tips draw along her face, white claws, eyes that didn't belong to her. An uncharacteristic sob heaved its way out of her, the nine tailed demon caressed her, chuckling, absorbing her body into its.

HoW CuTe

Izumo pushed her face up against the grip of those claws, gritting her teeth as they raked her flesh, her tears mingled with the grooves in her flesh that struggling had created and she howled into the laughing face of oblivion. Not for the first, or the last time.

Retreating bodies, scent, blood, rot, pain, heat, claws, biting,flesh,ripping,tearing… the brain was alight, a searing glee flickered up her spine, she felt the numerous tails entwining orgasmically around her legs and each other, she let out another horrid scream, a sound no one who heard it would ever forget, she opened her maw wide enough to split her mouth and lips, long fangs pushing their way out far from human norms. Demon eyes surveyed the holy blue, the warmth made her itch. Where was the heat, the bburnin?! the perversion- the irony of a gentle flame. Movement through the heat, a shadow, her lips curled back, a flicker of blue- of pain, where the tamed fire lapsed in the face of aggression. Blistering threatened to slap across her cheek, but her power rolled unbidden over the wound and swallowed it. The shadow came again, she met it this time, gleefully sacrificing an arm to a lash of unruly flame, she grabbed at the predator within it. It evaded her this time, but the fire grew hotter, it was no longer merely warm. Much better, this was how monsters should fight.

The nine tails threw herself into the flames after her quarry, there was no one else who could stand the heat, the pain, the blue. They clashed finally, claws met claws their fangs bared at one another like common animals, from under her ceremonial robes her tails flurried excitedly, the pain just kept growing, it was getting hotter and hotter, encouraging her rapturous madness. The shadow bristled, a black haired demon, powerful, its tail lashed behind it but it faltered after a moment of instinctive bristling.

'I-Izumo…" Rin made an effort to reel himself back some, he was losing control of the flames a little under this stress. It only occurred to him now that he had yet to trial test controlling himself against more relatable demonkin. The hilt of his katana was under quite a serious amount of strain from his desperate white knuckled grip. Izumo's screams shot right through his body like pieces of cold ice, the hair on the back of his neck bristled and he ground his teeth at the sound. It wasn't exactly anger though, but the inexperienced half-demon couldn't place what it actually was. All he knew was that each time she made that noise he felt like something was slipping out of his grip, something he desperately needed. He held all the tighter, but that just exhausted him faster.

Unfamiliar familiar eyes stared into him, he parted his lips to speak again, but his mouth felt dry, a sense of foreboding kicked into his back and he tensed up in time to defend himself. A snarl coursed through him as her claws hooked into his side, he had blocked the other set with the sheath of his blade, but Izumo's small hand wrapped around the hilt and his own hand and she heaved part of the blade out of its scabbard taking advantage of the death grip he had on his own weapon.

"Izum-!!" Too late he had realized what the fox had intended he bit his lip to hold it back but fire belched from his mouth and he let out a gutteral growl, his ears and tail extending, horns of holy fire expanding from his brow. The fires around them grew taller and more intense and the nine tails screamed from the pain of it consuming her little by little.

In something like a moment of shock to her pain, Rin released his grip on his katana as if severing the touch would stop the fire, Kurikara hit the ground at their feet, still partially unsheathed and the blue fire continued to rage. The half demon snarled out a curse, he felt that unusual discomfort in his eyes and vision and he knew he was on the edge of his ability for control. He lunched for the blade but the fox met him claw for claw, the insolence made him rage and he roared at her as she stood over his heart, she planted one barefoot on the sheath and a sick grin twisted across her warped fox like face, tall white ears arced toward him aggressively and the padding of nine tails spilling out from under the burning hem of her robes, entwining in overexcitement.

She screamed in challenge, and he returned her posturing with his own bellow, teeth, claws, tails and fire connected all at once. No weapons, the two demons tore at one another, in a brutally raw fight, perhaps it looked worse than it was like when animals battle for dominance, but through the fire and heat, no one could get close to witness it.