Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
AN: Chapter inspired by Disturbed: Prayer
Kagome felt a massive pressure in her senses and probed it lightly with her aura. It brushed against her's in response and she smiled to herself. Sesshomaru had arrived.
As he materialized behind her, Kagome paid him no mind and instead moved in on her opponent. With a wave of her hand, the light surrounding and torturing Naraku vanished and his body almost plummeted into the crater Kagome had created until a quick flick of her wrist hit him with enough wind to land on the ground at her feet.
He fell face down before her, naked, the flesh of his face pressed painfully into the ground. His body was mostly that of a regular hanyou now, she mused. She had purified all but a small amount of his jaki. He was more human than demon in this form but he still retained the spider shaped burn mark across his back. Which meant he could feel.
Even without the forced visions, he remained lying on the ground before her, pitifully sprawled at her mercy.
But Kagome was not interested in mercy just yet. She kneeled down and rolled him over, ignoring his pathetic whines of protest. She covered his eyes with the palm of her hand and showed him his desire for Kikyo as a selfish, monstrous thing. She taunted him with the reality he had refused to accept as a mortal, the reality that Kikyo never loved him and never would.
She showed him the wonderful lives she was going to give to Kohaku, Kikyo and Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku, Kagura, Kanna, Kouga and Sesshomaru. She showed him how she would erase his past mistakes and pain, righting with ease the terrible wrong of his entire existence.
His body thrashed wildly on the ground as she held the light firmly against his eyes, forcing him to see, restraining his limbs when he fought to get away from her. He screamed his torment, denying her, denying the visions of what he was.
As she tried to force him to see and accept how pathetic he had been, his mind tried to tune her out by thinking of other things, anything. But all that came to his defense were the sounds of so much suffering, so much pain. The faces of a thousand different scenarios. He could hear their accusations, feel the grief clawing away at everything necessary inside him from the inside out.
Sesshomaru watched in astonishment as the miko pulled the fiend into her lap, still holding a glowing hand over his eyes, like a mother would scold a screaming toddler. Judging from the pain he seemed to be in, whatever she was doing was torture enough.
A golden light erupted from her chest, filling the clearing with a brilliant warmth. Naraku felt the tears coming unbidden now, in rivers down his face. The shame of the act in no way compared to the despair he was feeling, the regret, the remorse. Then, the warmth came and his only thought was the desire to fall into it forever.
He wept further as he realized she was telling him he did not deserve to be reincarnated. His soul deserved to be destroyed.
The visions continued, paralyzing him now. He saw himself adorned in the baboon pelt he so frequented, decimating villages, slaughtering children, raising the dead to use as puppets, manipulating kingdoms. Bloodshed. Thievery. Even a few rapes, just for the fun of it. Just about every single dark deed in the book, he had accomplished.
He had poisoned minds and hearts with a great ease, ever the elegant speaker, offering comfort as a down payment for the suffering and death he would inevitably inflict.
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