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A little warning, this chapter is in Naraku's POV ;).

Chapter 10 – The Factory Of Hell

I hung up the phone with a huge smirk on my face. The outcome of this couldn't be better. It pleased me enough to see him in the position of just an ordinary slave, but to think that he would end up as a slave of a priestess, I couldn't hope for better news.

I remember the day I captured him. On that day, Sesshoumaru lost twice. He not only failed to protect himself, but also the girl he promised to take care of.

Sesshoumaru really was a pathetic fool. First, he was taking care of that human girl and then it was this little demoness. Not that I would mind, after all, his protectiveness over these girls always served well to my purposes.

Sometimes I regret that I killed that girl's parents so quickly. They would make really great slaves, but unfortunately this idea came to me too late. It was a good thing that Sesshoumaru was escaping me for so long. It would be really a shame to just kill him.

I went downstairs where I entered my trophy room and the feeling of satisfaction overwhelmed me upon seeing my collection. I had here the most important thing of everyone who ever tried to oppose me, though it started to be a little overfilled. I would have to move them into a bigger room soon. Normally, I would enjoy looking through them and recall the memories of the former owners of all these things, but today I came here only to see one.

Tenseiga. The sword both despised and cherished by its previous owner. I took it in my hands and could feel the power of it. I myself used this sword a few times on those who were trying to escape me, hoping the death would save them. I loved their horrified expressions when they realized they were alive again. This also usually served very well to break them completely, seeing that even in death they wouldn't find escape. This sword was really very useful to me since I learned how to properly use it.

I returned it back on it's pedestal, and looked at the sword right next to it. Tetsusaiga. Getting this to my collection was also interesting. It was really fun to chase its wielder down. I could sense his irritation all the time.

I really enjoyed the moment when I appeared in front of him after he thought I was defeated. When the initial shock waned, he immediately attacked me, but couldn't kill me.

No one can, even now.

Inuyasha tried desperately to find and destroy my heart, but there was no way for him to succeed. I myself don't know exactly where it is hidden. I just know it's in safe place and that's what matters.

After I became full demon, thanks to the fact that my heart was in other place, I obtained another life source. Meaning, whoever would want to kill me would have to destroy both those sources, so I don't even bother searching for the other one.

However, Inuyasha's search gave me perfect opportunity to set up a trap and soon I captured him. I couldn't use him as a slave. No one would ever buy him anyway. Half-demons were always despised and I just added to this hatred later, but death would be too kind to him. I came up with the solution long before he was tamed completely and I was very pleased with it.

I would have to go to pay him a visit before I would go to Sesshoumaru. I still have suspicions that he has some memories of his former life left and maybe he could react at the smell of his little brother. He certainly did at the start of the preparations.

They grew closer after that priestess left and even more when I returned. They didn't show it much, but I knew that and it was enough. The more amusing it was to tear them apart again. I enjoyed torturing them the normal way, but I've got the best reactions when they could smell the blood of the other one on me.

I turned away from the swords, forcing myself to leave those pleasant memories and started to walk towards my next destination. I didn't have to go far, I was keeping all the half-demons within my reach so I could keep an eye on them. There wasn't many of them. They either died during the preparations already, or during their work here. Either way was acceptable as long as they didn't die while they were trying to escape.

I entered the underground factory. One could call it hell upon seeing it, but that was exactly the impression I wanted to give to its visitors. Walking through the place, I began searching for Inuyasha. In a place like this, one really couldn't depend on their sense of smell. All the scents were mixed together, creating one anew, which was far from pleasant for any nose.

The hearing sense also wasn't very useful in here. There were huge machines, which were obnoxiously loud, making it practically impossible to be able to hear anything else, much less to hold some conversation. Not that I would need to talk with someone in here.

There was no ventilation and since the machines were emitting quite a lot of heat, it was starting to be too much, even for me, to be able to deal with it. So I focused on finding Inuyasha as fast as possible.

A few of the workers passed me during my search, without even paying me a little attention. It wasn't really that surprising. They were doing various jobs here, just what was needed at the moment, but all of this work could bring them harm or even death if they didn't focus on their task properly.

They usually had many scars on them, which even their demon blood wasn't able to heal anymore. They've got the scars either from the preparations or from some accident which occasionally happens here. They were really in pitiful state, all of them.

I spotted Inuyasha and came up to him. At first he didn't even notice me, completely caught up in his task, just like everyone else. I had to admit that sometimes I missed his ranting, but never as much as to return him his memories.

I grabbed his arm and he looked at me with fear as he finally noticed my presence. He wanted to bow in front of me, which made me smirk, but I didn't let him to do it and with my claws I pierced his skin, which drew out a few drops of his blood and made him to shake in fear.

After he completely submitted, he became very obedient, but he hated when he didn't know what he was supposed to do. So, naturally, I never let him to do what he thought I was expecting from him and I never let him know what I really wanted.

Not that I wanted him to do something in particular and that made this little game even more amusing. Only after a few first meetings with him, he started to fear me even when I didn't do anything.

Even now I could see the strong fear in his eyes and it was raising every second as I was just standing there, doing nothing, only holding his arm and letting his blood onto my hand. When I had enough of him, I just turned around and started to walk away. I've got what I came here for so there was no need for me to stay in this place any longer.

After a few steps I turned around to look back at him, just to observe his actions, and saw him as he was aiding his arm. Though, when he noticed I was watching him, he quickly started to do his work again. I smirked and this time I walked all the way out without looking back.

Once outside, I looked at my hand with Inuyasha's blood still on it. The smell of it would surely linger there until the next day for when I was planning my visit to Sesshoumaru's new home. I was really curious if he would react or not, but either way I was sure it would be very entertaining.

The once proud lord of the western lands was now a slave of some priestess and I couldn't say I wasn't curious about her as well.

I returned to my office and sat down on my very comfortable armchair. I wasn't planning to go to sleep, I didn't need to anyway, so I used this time for contemplating about various possibilities for what I could do on the next day's visit to make it as enjoyable as possible.

I had a huge smirk on my face as the ideas were coming one after another and I only barely held back. I couldn't allow my imagination to loose too much, because I didn't want anyone to know my real purpose of this visit, but the thoughts themselves were enough to already make my day.

I was really starting to find it difficult to wait for the morning to come.