Fuiasu could not have stopped the whimper that escaped any more than she could have stopped breathing. "NO!" she whispered, and pulled her arm free, cradling it carefully against her chest.
Her mother snarled and the Hime knew better than to try and protect herself. The last time had garnered her far worse than a few bruises. The backhand nearly sent her sprawling from the strength behind it, except that her mother had taken hold of her hair and wrapped it around her fist as her other hand snaked around her throat.
"You should have been born a boy," she snarled into the pup's ears. "Then you would not have shamed this family so. Would I could kill you now, and accept your cousin as heir. He is far more fit to rule than you will ever be!"
The hand around her throat was slowly cutting off her air and Fuiasu dazedly wondered if this would be it, the time that her mother finally killed her. There was something inside of her that could not go down without a fight though, a spark that suddenly burst into fire at the harsh, harsh words. "He…will never….rule!" she managed to say, gasping for air between words.
Sharp claws dug into her throat and as Fuiasu noted they avoided the artery there, she knew her mother intended her to live. "No, he will not," agreed the elder demoness, dark eyes glinting with barely suppressed glee. "You will rule, and in that ruling, the West will fall. You will go down in history as the Inu bitch that brought the downfall of the West! You do not deserve to bare the marking of this house!" Smirking, she flung her daughter across the room, pleasure filling her as the girl slid down the wall, her blood leaving a torrid trail behind.
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