It's short, but it is an update. The next one will be longer.
Long, tapered claws caressed the torn flesh of the entity sitting upon the pedestal of stone. Hikari barely registered the pain as Azazel dug his claws into her rotting skin, her fiery orbs unblinking, focused on some middle distance.
Azazel knew that Hikari had tried to relay help to her friends, piece by irritatingly small piece. It would seem like nothing to other demons or spectre that also had designs upon all realms; however, Hikari's friends were Koenma's former spirit detective and his comrades. Azazel knew that those damnable interlopers would do once they put every clue she could give them together.
Hikari's delicate flesh was the perfect sheath for his claws—and the perfect punishment for her audacity. Azazel's claws were poison to spirits like Hikari, and as tethered as she was to him, she would still be suffer from its potency.
"My dear, dear Hikari…" purred Azazel, jerking her close to him. "You've done very badly to disobey. Haven't you?"
Hikari didn't respond. She was completely stone, her eyes not looking at him. It irritated Azazel that, in spite of his attempt at sickly sweetness, Hikari was not as pliant to him as she had been as a child.
He blamed the damned Forbidden Child for this change in his favorite toy's attitude. Before that abomination, the light was slowly becoming tainted. Hikari belonged only to him. Now, she was trying to fight him, to gain a right to the afterlife, after so long Azazel had planned meticulously.
The Tsukiyomi bloodline had finally died out when those demons murdered Hikari. Azael would be damned to let everything fall to pieces now.
Hikari knew that Azazel was catching on.
She had been punished much more severely for drifting to the Ningenkai to whisper to her friends, but she knew that she had to be careful. Azazel had spectres, dark spirits everywhere, who would drag her back to oblivion for her audacity and Azazel would deliver.
She knew of Azazel's plan when she was a child, when she knew nothing of what he really was. When she had met her friends, Hikari sensed that Azazel was becoming more aggressive in obtaining her one way or another. When he finally had it, he became more volatile, his plans growing closer to fruition. Hikari made it her mission to not give away anything she was thinking, no matter what brutality she endured at Azazel's hands.
What kept her sane were her friends. The ones who accepted her, even though she hadn't the heart to tell them about Azazel when she was alive—which was why she tried to leave clues when she felt her sanity dwindling during the last moments of her life. She had buried her notebook, had hidden some of the clues in her apartment, before the demons had chased her into the woods before murdering her. She remembered it vividly.
She remembered the first slash into her sides; the tearing of skin and muscle; the breaking of bones; her throat going numb as her screams of agony went unheard; the blessed mercy of death when it finally came…
Yes. Hikari remembered every single moment of her last minutes.
She had become a prisoner in the oblivion, Azazel chaining her down to where her lungs would have constricted had she still air to breath. She missed being alive…
Don't think of happier times. If Azazel senses that longing, he'll destroy it.
She had to keep herself as cold as ice.
She may be dead, but Azazel had ways to make one wish they were insubstantial.