Princesses aren't scullery maids: a Thousand furs story
Chapter 2
WARNING: mentions of rape and murder.
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Demon Kingdoms: Taisho (Inu-Dog), Kotare (Ookami-wolf-brown wolves), Hiregi (Kitsune-fox), ShiroTsue (Shiro Ookami – white wolves)
White and brown wolves had once been one tribe, but internal war tore the nation into two parts and neither has reconciled their differences.
Human Kingdoms: Higurashi (Heir-Kagome), Takado (Heir-Hojo), Mitsurei (Heir Kurei), misaka (Heir- Mirimo Me-re-mo), Taijya (Heir – Kohaku)
Major Characters so far:
Kagome: 18
It was two weeks after princess Kagome's eighteenth winter, the night was bitterly cold and stormy, and the cries of birthing filled the air, not quite drowning out the viscous peals of thunder that raged across the heavens.
In the shadows outside the queen's chambers, a lone figure crouched, listening to her maternal sobs. A wicked grin curving his lips and tinting his eyes a dismal sanguine shade, insanity further darkening their depths. The figure stood and prowled his way towards the gilded doors, his footsteps signified by brilliant flashes of silver across the sky. He inched the doors open, the soft thud of the door colliding with the wall muffled by the plush carpeting and the screaming winds just beyond the windows.
Creeping steadily towards the queen and her single attendant, the man slowly unsheathed a wicked looking blade, already tinted the bloodiest red and smearing his pale hands immoral crimson. He gave a wicked grin as the attendant handed the queen her newest child, alive, a baby boy.
"My lady?" the servant spoke.
"Souta, my little Sout-aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa," the queen gave a tired grin, which turned to a terrified scream as the maid's head was neatly removed from the column of her neck, the darkest ruby staining the plush carpet and the queens already bloody robes. The man grinned a wicked grin as he advanced upon the exhausted woman, who could barely move. Dipping his torso forward, the man snatched the squalling babe from her bosom. Without so much as a glance, he sliced the babe across his milky throat, ignoring the shriek of the queen. "My baby, my baby," she sobbed as she tried her hardest to raise her body to a sitting position.
"Hello again my queen," the figure rasped, his voice old and rough from misuse.
"You!" she screamed as he advanced upon her, dagger drawn and wickedly gleaming in the flashes of light that permeated the rapidly darkening room. He grinned,
"Yes, me," and lowered himself to his knees, dragging the dagger shallowly down her body, slicing the robe in two, and just barely scoring her skin. She cried out in a mixture of pain and shock as the cold air of the night assaulted her skin, turning its already flushed hue a dangerous red. Gliding the knife across her limbs and down her thighs, he delighted in her pained cries, groaning blissfully at her desperate sobs. Finally, when her voice grew hoarse from screaming, and her blood coated both herself and he, he withdrew momentarily from her to loosen the ties of his hakama and immediately drove himself deep within her shaking body, eliciting another pain filled cry from her raw throat. Driving himself deeper with each thrust, accompanied each time by a shallow gash along her gurgling throat, he brought himself to completion, and then with a wicked grin, thanked the woman whom was drowning in her own blood, and slashed her twice more, once across her eyes, and again across her most sensitive parts, causing the body to convulse with a throbbing scream, and himself to reach completion within her once more, groaning blissfully at the carnage, and lapping at the blood pooled at her throat, before removing himself from her. With a laugh, he redid the ties to his hakama.
This was how they found him, the walls bathed in red, just finishing his ties. The first on the scene was Kagome, who had been just roused from her slumber by her guards, and the next her father, king Naraku, followed by his personal guards. Kagome immediately broke into tears and retched and heaved whatever was within her stomach, immediately being removed from the room by one of the guards, as the others looked on in disgust and nausea. The man laughed as they leveled their swords at him.
"Hello my liege, how are you this fine night?" he sing-songed as the madness took over his depths. "I've never been with a man before," he whispered, before lunging towards the king, barely managing to scrape his arm before he was run through with the swords of the guards. The king sobbed as he approached his wife, kneeling in the pool of blood surrounding her as he cradled her limp form in his arms.
"Na-na-nar-aku…" she wheezed softly.
"My love! Yes my love, what is it?" he gasped.
"Pr-promise me…"
"Anything."
"D-do not marry an-another unless she can surpass-s m-my beauty and m-match my w-wit, pl-please…"
"Of course my love, anything for you my love," he cried shamelessly as her hand fell limp from his face and her body shuddered into death, a howl of anguish tearing its way from his throat. "I shall keep my promise," he vowed, as slowly the blood of his wife seemed to almost soak into the rapidly darkening hakama he wore, his eyes shining crimson for the briefest moment, and a chill of dread settling in each remaining soldier's stomach.
(AN: OK, so whoever can guess whom this guy is (the perpetrator) gets a prize! idk what it is yet, but it might just b ur name in the story somehow, like I said don't know yet…LilDeVil!
oh yeah and you better be happy, it took me forever to write this….)
