Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Kuroshitsuji.

Pairing

: Sebastian/Kagome

Summary

: He found her dying on a battlefield and in order to prevent her descent into hell she agrees to do his bidding and obey his every command. Unfortunately, demons are cruel creatures and Kagome has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Maleficent Descent
Chapter Three: Gloria Corruptione

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His cruelty knew no bounds and it made her sick with everything that she was and everything that she had and unfortunately, she had a lot. He provided for her well and dressed in her in the finest of silks and most of the time she felt like her master's little doll. They travelled through the woods, through villages, and castles where they dallied with royalty and peasantry alike. Kagome could not fathom how these people could not see through his façade and see the monster that lay beneath the surface. He would don a ningen guise when they were with others that were not youkai or demon-kind and when his evil was suppressed he was as charming as the next person. He spoke to those that he surrounded himself with, women, men, kings, queens, and would keep their interest with his dashing good looks and witty conversation but Kagome could tell. With the glow in his eyes she saw their deaths and they were but mice that the cat could not help but play with. They would spend a few days in one place and then another but before they would leave he would have either another contract or a full belly.

He played a vicious game.

He prayed upon those with darkness that lay in their hearts – those that had experienced a semblance of a deep pain and depending on the pain his story would change.

"Ah – so they have hurt you, no? They have taken your family and your home – I can extract vengeance upon those that have wronged you but in return? Your soul is mine whenever I deem to take it."

"There, there, no need for tears. Those men stole your innocence and now you are ruined. I can make them pay with their lives and wreak havoc upon their souls; all you have to do in return is to sell me the one thing that can make this pain fade… your soul."

99.99% of the time – the poor bastards gave in and Kagome was forced to watch him work his magic. Most of the time, Kagome did virtually nothing. He would provide her with things that she needed and then she would follow him wherever he deemed it necessary to go. He asked for nothing except for her to be silent about their situation and that she be the perfect display piece. When they met with the high class she was to keep the men engaged and she was to be charming so that he would have time to see who would be the best, who was the ripest, for the taking. She hated it and he knew it but she knew that he loved her disgust for it and she could not refuse a direct order. She knew he had to eat but she hated him and so she rather he starved and not be so damn gluttonous when it came to the souls he wanted. For those he didn't eat straight away he would smile and say 'for a rainy day' and he would allow those ningen to live, their souls marred with his darkness.

The miko was a good servant because she had to be, not because she wanted to be, but when a month of travelling with him passed something occurred that she couldn't stomach and her master had relished in her pain.

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They had paused in a ningen village and acquired lodgings under his false name of Kainashi at the best inn in town and the finest room because her master could not stand living in poverty and she understood that it was part of his nature. He lusted for the high life and so he had it. He was a demon and as a demon he was guilty of all seven sins though his cardinal sin was lust. They entered the room and she unpacked the small bag that he had given her to hold her own items because her yellow back pack had been destroyed. She pulled out a plain white yukata and turned to the demon whose eyes were firmly on her form. She narrowed her azure gaze at him and pursed her lips in a thin line for several moments before she spoke.

"Will you turn, Master?" she growled. His chuckle was amused as he took a seat on the bedding, crimson orbs glowing in the dusk as the sun began to set. The oranges and reds reflected in the darkness of his hair and the pale flesh giving him an unworldly glow. His ningen guise was the same as his demon one minus the extremities.

"I have spoiled you, dilecto servo, spoiled you far too much." He murmured softly, his voice low, husky. "No – I will not turn. Your modesty is not my concern and you will shed it. You will prepare for bed before me."

Her eyes flashed and she attempted to say something scathing but she found her vocals constricted and she remembered an order for a week ago.

"You will not back talk and do as you are told without question."

As though reading her thoughts he chuckled once more and Kagome bit out a soft, "Yes, Master." He nodded almost happily and she began to disrobe, her face flaming red in her anger and embarrassment. She began to hurriedly change clothing but his soft, "Ah, ah, ah." made her pause. Cerulean met slitted crimson and he whispered, "Slowly." to her. Kagome's hands trembled and she nodded her head, her fingers moving of their own accord to the elegantly tied obi. She caught part of the bow and pulled on it, watching as it began to fall to the ground around her. The action parted some of her kimono but not much. She turned her face from him as her humiliation of the situation grew. "You will not look away." She said not a word but nodded and once again their eyes met.

Hers were filled with hatred and disgust.

His were a dark cruelty and amusement.

"Do you know why I made you my servant?" he inquired as her fingers tugged at the outer layer of the kimono, soothing away the wrinkles.

She shook her head at him, "No, Master, I do not." though she had wondered considering she rarely did anything except entertain.

He spoke with reverence with a tinge of possible sorrow, "Because you were beautiful in your death." She began to shrug out of the outer layer of the kimono and it began to slip from her arms. "Bloody, battered, broken but you were so triumphant. There was no sadness as your heart began to stop." The outer kimono fell to the floor, pooling at her feet and she began to unbelt the under layer. "You were so unaware of what hell had in store for you and your soul was so pure that it called to me from hundreds of miles away. I could feel the tendrils of life slipping from your grasp and I ached to keep you on the earth so that your very being would darken." The belt came undone revealing a glance of the smooth flesh of her chest as pressure was relieved. His voice was hoarse as he next spoke, eyes briefly closing in pleasure. "I made you mine because I want to drown in the darkness that I help envelope you." Her fingers began to pull away the white part of the kimono and her heart beat erratically in her chest but a knock on the door had him call out, "Stop."

She released a breath she did not realize she was holding and did.

His voice was cool, no hint of the need that was previously there as he called a short, "Enter."

A child, a young boy, no older than seven entered the room. Her master turned to the young boy who had bruises along his shins and arms and walked with a noticeable limp. Kagome felt her heart go out to the child that was most likely abused and any time, any other time she would have demanded to know what was happening to the child and found a better place for him to be but times had changed and she was no longer with Inuyasha or her friends. She felt a spark of something from her master and she turned to him, watching as hunger filled his eyes. Her lips parted and no sound came out as the child brought a steaming tray of food into the room, balancing it precariously in his small hands. Up to this point she had seen him feed only on adults - never had she seen him go for the soul of a small child.

The young boy placed the food on a small table in the center of the room and began to take the food off and place it on the table. Her master crawled toward him, his lips pulled into a joyous smile as he sat beside the boy. The boy paid him no mind - used to it by now, no doubt. Kagome found herself taking a few steps forward, horrified. Her master's eyes glinted a deeper crimson as he tossed her glance before concentrating on the boy, reading whatever darkness may lurk within. A satisfied smile curled his lips and she watched, unable to do a thing as he began to spin his usual spiel.

"Boy - they hurt you." he whispered softly. The child stopped and looked at the male leaning over him. "They hurt you every day. They beat you and make you do things you do not want to do. They touch you." The boy did not say a word but he blinked back tears and the expression on his face was all that Kagome needed to confirm the truth in her master's words. "They make you cry and never let you play outside with the other children. They do not give you enough food or warmth and they make you suffer." Her master's expression was a false softness as he caressed the cheek of the child. "I can make them hurt. I can get rid of them for good. I can make them suffer for all eternity."

"Y-you can?" the child asked, wonder in his eyes.

Kagome brought a trembling hand to her lips and whispered, "He is just a young boy, Master, just a young boy."

He slanted her a look, "Silence." Kagome found she could not say a thing. Tears filled her eyes and she knew that the child was being drawn into a contract and that it would be inevitable.

She belted her under kimono and quickly fled from her, tears blurring her vision. She ran into the hall and leaned against the door before falling to her knees and sobbing. They continued to speak in low voices for several more moments.

Behind the shoji-screen she heard a soft, "Okay, Mister, you have a deal. I want them all dead."

Kagome only sobbed harder.

She watched as her Master opened the door, the boy in tow. They walked down the darkened hall together, hand in hand, her master shedding his ningen skin as he went. Horns curled his head, Western clothing replaced Japanese, claws lengthened ningen nails, and wings extended from his back. She retreated to the bedding, covering her ears with pillows in order to attempt to block the coming sounds.

Screams filled the evening and penetrated the pillows.

When he returned to their room he was humming softly and the scent of blood and smoke wafted to her nose.

Most of the auras in the inn were eliminated - dead as per the contract with the boy.

She extended her reach further and noted that boy was one of those depleted auras; she could sense him nowhere.

Tears slid along her pale cheeks and a small piece of her died.

It was a piece that her master relished in killing.

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'Gome Yuki:: Ohhh yeaaah. So now we know why he has made her his servant. He wants to slowly corrupt her and drown in the darkness he made from her purity. Sebastian is a DEMON, people. EVIL. I honestly will most likely never watch season two of Kuroshitsuji considering his 360 personality change. I don't see how his cruelty and hunger can become love. He is doing this by causing her humilation, her despression, her anger, etc. He wants to destroy everything that she believes in. Sorry for the delay in updates! I hope this makes up for it! He is going to kill a piece of her until she is a dark and disgusting creature like him. Don't worry - I can make love happen with this :3 And sex. I can make sex. We're going to have it! Tell me what you think!

Gloria Corruptione - Slow Corruption
Kainashi - Worthless