I am a High Priestess.
I was trained my whole life to slay demons, and now I have my own shrine at the top of a mountain.
Demons come every day to try their strength against me; and every day are felled by my hand.
I am the law of this land. The one who protects the people.
Good and evil has always been black and white to me; obvious. I have never met a demon I could not kill.
I have always assumed that the day I met a demon I could not kill, I would die in glorious battle against said demon. I had hoped on that day my daughter would take my place as priestess, and my husband would mourn me with honor.
However. I have no family, no husband and child. I have only hands steeped in demon blood.
I thought the fighting and killing would never end; but then one day it all came to a screeching halt.
I was minding the Kizu Shrine when a shadow crossed my doorway.
Standing there was a baboon shrouded demon.
With a cut through the air I unmasked him; and what I saw took my breath away.
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Naraku knew her as the Wind Priestess. She was well known for her ability to move the air to her will, exceeding Kagura in talent. She even exceeded Inuyasha's Tessaiga in her wind-cutting prowess.
More spiritually adept than Kikyo was in her prime, this woman was a rare High Priestess.
Naraku's fascination with her caught him off guard. It was different than his obsession with Kikyo. It was not lust he felt. No, this was true depth of feeling.
A pull, a longing.
Could an amass of demons like himself experience the pull of the mate?
All this in the moment that their eyes met. He heard her gasp, the intake of breath.
Then the sharp cut of her short sword, slashing through the air, about to off his head—no!—a jagged cut in the wood of the doorway.
"Naraku." Billie, the famed Wind Priestess, addressed him. "I will remember your face. Go now, I cannot be bothered."
Naraku paused. She was not going to kill him?
"I will return." He said. Not just a statement. A promise.