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"You hate me," it was a statement not a question, the infamous demon lord of the castle of death.
Her death.
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Mounding on a horse, her mother, a middle-aged woman stood by crying, burying her face into her husband's chest. His shaking arms wrapped around his wife's small trembling body. Her three brothers, two of them here twins, and her three younger sisters were rubbing their eyes, hugging each other.
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"Yes," she simply answered without hesitations or emotions; just a matter of fact.
They both were inside one of his many palace rooms; the room that she knew had held many other women before her.
It was a rich chamber, but there were no joys for her.
"Undress," he ordered.
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Many of the villager women had come to help her putting on the finest silk kimono she had ever laid eyes on, left alone owned. She was just a simple village girl. Making sure she looked her prettiest. Yet, there was no happiness in the air. The process went on quietly, sad even, because they all knew it would be the last kimono she would ever wear. The kimono of her death.
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She emotionlessly obeyed the demon lord. Letting the pieces of her clothes falling to the ground, displaying her bare form that no eyes had ever laid on before.
There was no shame, no embarrassment of an innocent girl whose cheeks would blush rosy red in front of a man.
She was like an unfeelingly living doll.
But he didn't care.
He had degraded so low as to hold any woman who looked like her.
Rin.
He motioned for her to lie on the bed. She obeyed without making a fuss.
The demon went straight to business. He entered her. Like a whore.
There were no flowers blooming. No candles lights, no romantic music in the airs, no dreaming stars, and certainly no happiness.
No love.
This wasn't how she imagined her first time. But it didn't matter.
Not anymore.
She winced, biting her lower lip, but she refused to make a sound. She won't allow herself to cry.
He held her as he thrust into her.
At least he was gentle.
She would pretend that he was her lover. Takashi.
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Takashi stood in the back of the human wall that had come to send her off to her death. His longing eyes were on hers cold ones. They held for a brief moment before she broke of the eyes contact and strode her horse to her doom. The five village men were riding besides her, guarding her from any dangers as well as her from running away: made sure that she would end up at the castle that would be her tomb.
.
But Takashi wasn't a demon. His hair wasn't long nor silver. His skin wasn't pale white like snows, and he had no purple strips marks on his cheeks.
She could not pretend that the demon who was thrusting into her was Takashi.
But she could tell he was pretending she was some else. The woman he held now wasn't her but some other woman.
His lover.
The way he looked at her was no longer cold and lifeless. His touch was tender; his stroke rhythms were making sure that it was bearable for her.
His voice, his voice was so cold yet so warm and filled with so much love that it made her felt fuzzy, like a spell that made her soul ached like she was dreaming. But the name he called wasn't hers.
"Rin,"
The woman he loved. Whoever that woman was, he loved her. She would never think this demon was capable of love, but she was wrong. The voice he used to call her name was the voice that could only belonged to a lover. His entire being was within that soft whispered.
But that was not the only thing she heard. Behind the loved and affectionate, it was pain and sadness. So much she felt like his loneliness would suck the life out of her.
The reason he was holding her right now was because of Rin. Because he loved this woman.
But that didn't excuse him for taking other women's lives just so he could comfort himself. To part them from their love ones and come to this ghost castle to die.
.
He had held many women who looked like her. His Rin.
He would pretend that they were her, holding them with his entire beings, the very thing he had always wished to do with the real her. He gave them love, not lust. He caressed them, loved them, telling himself they were her. But they weren't her.
At the end of the night the truth always surfaced. No matter how much he tried to fool himself, he saw the real them. They looked so much like her. But none of them were her. They weren't her!
Some of them looked at him with lust, some with fear, some with temptation, some with ambition, and with many other kinds of emotions, but none of them were her. Rin had the purest pair of eyes that was so full of life and love.
The hole in his chest tore opened. He roared into the sky after tearing the very thing that looked so much like her but could never be her.
Even so, he could not live without touching them. The hollow inside his chest could not be filled with anything else, but her. The emptiness of missing her caused him to search for any woman that looked like her and pretended that for a second he could touch her.
His lover.
His Rin.
Even if it was for but a mere moments, his heart felt whole.
That was why he would never let this woman in his arms go. No matter what he had to do. She was his. Just holding her body was enough.
No. It's not enough. But, it was better than holding himself against emptiness and coldness.
No matter how much she hated him. No matter how much torturing she seemed in bed with him, he would still hold her. Because that was the only choice he had.
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He was done now. She wondered what would happen next.
"No human ever last longer than one night with Lord Sesshomaru," Sneered a dog demoness servant who was assigned to assist with her needs, preparing her for their demon lord. Behind the sarcastic voice was jealousy. The human girl could tell right away that this demoness had a thing for the evil lord. And her next sentence proved that the human girl was right.
"I don't understand why Lord Sesshomaru would choose human women! One after another when there are so much more beautiful demonesses out there! A handsome lord like him could have any woman." Her eyes were dreaming even when she was angry.
The demoness she later learned named Yuko. A beautiful one too. She had silver hair, red eyes, pink full lips and a small pretty face. Her body too was second to none.
"But," she paused and smirked evilly at the human girl, "You will die tonight after all."
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Was it now that the demon lord would kill her? He had had what he had been after so her volume should be gone.
Would it be fast? Her death. Not that she cared, but if she was going to die ether way, she wanted it to be fast and painless. But who was she kidding. Even the way she would die wasn't hers to choose.
But then, he did something she didn't expect. He collapsed beside her, pulling her soft form against his strong and well-built chest. His arm snaked around her waist, and he closed his eyes.
Falling asleep.
She lay there waiting for her death to come. But it never did. Instead, the sun came to visit her telling her that it was another day.
She was still alive.