Hello everyone. Let me introduce myself. This is Shedemon. This is
the first fanfic I have ever written, so please feel free to let me know
how I am doing with the little review button at the bottom. Congrats,
kudos, flames, whatever. I have no sense of continuity and a tiny attention
span, so if it takes me a little bit to update, don't panic.
.Technically, I have already written one, this one, but for those of you
who don't now it went through some massive changes and is now the fic you
see before you. I will acknowledge the wonderful people who reviewed my
fic at the bottom, as I will from now on. I thank you for following my
story so dilligently (how do you spell that?) and I beg your forgiveness
for slacking off, which I probably will do in the future. Please enjoy .
- Shedemon
Kikyo winced as she continued to watch him. 'I got what I wanted' she thought viciously, hating
herself. But this was not how it was supposed have been. She hadn't counted on being reincarnated. She
hadn't counted on him being held to eternal damnation. She hadn't counted on it hurting this much. She
hadn't counted on alot, she thought miserably.
She remembered being alive, and wondering what hell was like. Now she knew. It was a dark void.
You weren't really anywhere, you just existed, overwhelmed by darkness, left alone with your thoughts.
That was the real hell. Remembering every deed during your life that you could have changed. Every regret
coming back to haunt you, for eternity. She watched him, every day, watched through the bars of his own
private hell. There were no days here, of course. There was no time at all. She could have been here a minute
or forever. Not that it mattered anyway.
Somewhere in the darkness, completely isolated and unreachable in thier own minds, was another
person, demon, hanyou. Every one to be tortured in thier own custom-fit hell, to be trapped in eternal sleep
where there was no chance of good dreams. Only nightmares in this place.
She had been locked away here for years, waiting out her eternal sentence in hell. But then things
changed. Inuyasha was awoken, and the deed of evil that had brought her here was undone. Urusue tried to
recall her soul, but instead had succeeded only to embody all of her evil, and the true Kikyo, her soul, was
left in hell, unchained by hatred and able to see clearly.
For what no one had yet realized was that she had not been incarnated. Urusue had failed to bring
the priestess back from the dead. It was Urusue's spell, coupled with her own consuming desires to live, and
to finish her business with him, to tell him how she felt, that had almost brought her back to earth. But it had
gone wrong. The foolish witch's weak spell could not bring all of Kikyo together. Only her anger and hurt
and jealousy, the part of her that belonged in hell, was brought back into her body. She truly loved him.
Enough to let him go, and let him let her go. But this new incarnation... the one that now plotted with
Naraku, and tortured him... the one she loved... never allowing him to forget... It was not her. That... witch,
created from earth from her own grave, hated him and wanted nothing more, as it said, than to live on,
through him, even if it meant torturing him with memories of a lost love. That was not what Kikyo wanted.
The true Kikyo was dead. All of her powers had been transferred to Kagome during reincarnation, but
Kagome had her own soul, and her own heart, that made it's own choices. Kikyo's soul was here, cast into
hell by Onigumo's evil desires and her own hatred, betrayal, and anger before death.
And then the worst happened. He was killed. She knew why he was here. She knew what the witch
had done. And now she had every day of forever to think back to the thing that she would regret with all
her heart. She would spend forever watching her only love suffer.
Watching him be tortured when he could have been happy. Happy with someone else. As painful as this
was, at least he would have been happy. She existed, in hell, no longer alone, yet not happy, with another
soul that had been cast adrift, as unaware of her as he was of his own surroundings, wrapped in his own
nightmares.
Inuyasha.
How do you like my idea of hell? Just ask if you need anything cleared up. I also must thank the following people for thier touching reviews:
Raspberries: Thank you so much for the advice on reading reviews! I've got 6 already! yay! ! Your review meant alot to me. I have alot of respect for you as a writer, and I just loved getting such a good review. You like my writing style? sniff. thanks man!
???: your wish is my command! Update I will! enjoy!
Dante Gemini: your beautiful three words touched my soul and inspired me to keep writing. I thank you. (bows)
Inu Youkai-Hime: will do! thank you for your words.
Mustard Yellow Sunshine: (hands over kleenex) wow. I didn't know I had that affect on my audience (all six of you) well, it IS supposed to be a tragedy. Still, I don't want you to cry, so I will update NOW SMILE! : ) : ) : )
Misou: (hands over entire box of Kleenex) jeezum you guys are SAD! well that's what I was going for thanks for the review and I will try my best to make you cry. I mean keep writing!
- Shedemon
Kikyo winced as she continued to watch him. 'I got what I wanted' she thought viciously, hating
herself. But this was not how it was supposed have been. She hadn't counted on being reincarnated. She
hadn't counted on him being held to eternal damnation. She hadn't counted on it hurting this much. She
hadn't counted on alot, she thought miserably.
She remembered being alive, and wondering what hell was like. Now she knew. It was a dark void.
You weren't really anywhere, you just existed, overwhelmed by darkness, left alone with your thoughts.
That was the real hell. Remembering every deed during your life that you could have changed. Every regret
coming back to haunt you, for eternity. She watched him, every day, watched through the bars of his own
private hell. There were no days here, of course. There was no time at all. She could have been here a minute
or forever. Not that it mattered anyway.
Somewhere in the darkness, completely isolated and unreachable in thier own minds, was another
person, demon, hanyou. Every one to be tortured in thier own custom-fit hell, to be trapped in eternal sleep
where there was no chance of good dreams. Only nightmares in this place.
She had been locked away here for years, waiting out her eternal sentence in hell. But then things
changed. Inuyasha was awoken, and the deed of evil that had brought her here was undone. Urusue tried to
recall her soul, but instead had succeeded only to embody all of her evil, and the true Kikyo, her soul, was
left in hell, unchained by hatred and able to see clearly.
For what no one had yet realized was that she had not been incarnated. Urusue had failed to bring
the priestess back from the dead. It was Urusue's spell, coupled with her own consuming desires to live, and
to finish her business with him, to tell him how she felt, that had almost brought her back to earth. But it had
gone wrong. The foolish witch's weak spell could not bring all of Kikyo together. Only her anger and hurt
and jealousy, the part of her that belonged in hell, was brought back into her body. She truly loved him.
Enough to let him go, and let him let her go. But this new incarnation... the one that now plotted with
Naraku, and tortured him... the one she loved... never allowing him to forget... It was not her. That... witch,
created from earth from her own grave, hated him and wanted nothing more, as it said, than to live on,
through him, even if it meant torturing him with memories of a lost love. That was not what Kikyo wanted.
The true Kikyo was dead. All of her powers had been transferred to Kagome during reincarnation, but
Kagome had her own soul, and her own heart, that made it's own choices. Kikyo's soul was here, cast into
hell by Onigumo's evil desires and her own hatred, betrayal, and anger before death.
And then the worst happened. He was killed. She knew why he was here. She knew what the witch
had done. And now she had every day of forever to think back to the thing that she would regret with all
her heart. She would spend forever watching her only love suffer.
Watching him be tortured when he could have been happy. Happy with someone else. As painful as this
was, at least he would have been happy. She existed, in hell, no longer alone, yet not happy, with another
soul that had been cast adrift, as unaware of her as he was of his own surroundings, wrapped in his own
nightmares.
Inuyasha.
How do you like my idea of hell? Just ask if you need anything cleared up. I also must thank the following people for thier touching reviews:
Raspberries: Thank you so much for the advice on reading reviews! I've got 6 already! yay! ! Your review meant alot to me. I have alot of respect for you as a writer, and I just loved getting such a good review. You like my writing style? sniff. thanks man!
???: your wish is my command! Update I will! enjoy!
Dante Gemini: your beautiful three words touched my soul and inspired me to keep writing. I thank you. (bows)
Inu Youkai-Hime: will do! thank you for your words.
Mustard Yellow Sunshine: (hands over kleenex) wow. I didn't know I had that affect on my audience (all six of you) well, it IS supposed to be a tragedy. Still, I don't want you to cry, so I will update NOW SMILE! : ) : ) : )
Misou: (hands over entire box of Kleenex) jeezum you guys are SAD! well that's what I was going for thanks for the review and I will try my best to make you cry. I mean keep writing!