Jewel

He couldn't believe his luck. That twisted and dark soul inside of him reveled at the scene, was gleeful at the slap of purity she assaulted the Inu Lordling with. He was almost positive it was his own thoughts of her death, of all of their deaths, that had brought them out to him. Of course, the dog was leaving now, but she was still there, and that was all that mattered. For now. They were foolish to leave her alone, even outside her own home, even inside the barriers they had erected.

Watching her, Jirōbō held back a snicker, tamped down even more on his own demonic presence, and considered what he could do. She deserved to die, certainly, but he wanted to draw it out, wanted to bask in the agony of her pain screams and knew there wouldn't be enough time for that now. No, if he chose to act, he would have to be quick.

His eyes, red as blood and just as malevolent, danced to the side of her waist. He knew it was there, even if she didn't. It would take only a moment, if he could catch her by surprise. And Jirōbō knew he could, after all, the whore couldn't even sense him; just another little benefit of kidnapping a young priestess. He debated for only a moment, before deciding the risk was more than worth it, though they would no doubt attempt to strengthen the barriers after the fact. Besides, he hadn't had any kind of fun with her since before the holidays had started.

His only regret was that there wasn't any time to tease her, to make her fear. The spider demon wanted desperately to hear the rushing sound of her heart racing, to smell the acrid scent of her terror. However, the prize would be more than worth it, and the scent and sensation of having her blood on his hands was an added bonus, almost enough to make up for the loss of the rest.

It feels like lifetimes pass in the moment when he moves from his hiding spot in the bushes to stand beside her, but Jirōbō knows it is only seconds. He didn't bother to stop her from screaming, or to defend himself overly from her purity; the kidnapped miko's reki would do that for him.

To suddenly go from being completely alone and angry, to being not alone and terrified was enough for her to subconsciously send out a burst of purity as she screamed. It happened too fast for her to stop.

He didn't bother with the usual burst of profanity and cursing, or even to fondle her even as he used his claws to slash his way inside her body. He clasped a hand around his prize and would have howled with pleasure and victory, if her own hand hadn't slapped across his wrist in an iron tight grip.

Pain was ricocheting around inside of her, threatening to bring her to her very knees; pain, and fear. God, if he what he had done hurt he pups, Kagome wasn't sure she would be able to bring herself to go on. Instead of focusing on that though, she clung to him, even as she turned to confront him. "You shouldn't have…come here!" she bit out, flooding her hand with reki and shoving as much of it as she could his way.

Jirōbō smirked and let go of his prize in her body only long enough to rake his claws along her insides. She screamed and when her knees buckled and her hand relaxed its grip on his wrist, he yanked the jewel free and shoved her aside. He half hoped the fall and the wound would kill the seed growing inside her.

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