A/N: All right, it's way past Halloween—when I was planning to post this—but uh… Here it is. I just remembered this story, and how I was going to update on Halloween. I looked over the first part. I. Am. Disgusted. It's full of commas—everywhere!—that don't belong. An abhorrent amount of spelling/grammar errors , and fragments, bad cliché romance scenes… Ugh. I just want to tear this fucker apart. But that would take forever. So I'll settle for trying to make this next bit more… stomachable.

:D

Disclaimer: (which I seemed to have forgotten in the previous chapter, whoops,) I do not own Inuyasha…

yet.

Hell's Fire

Part II

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" …I love you."

He fisted his hand in her blouse, watching in utter fascination as the buttons seemed to pop apart. He could see even more of her soft creamy mounds, and he loved it, loved it… what did she say?

Inuyasha froze.

Hm. He could be wrong. Fluffy dog ears, can be faulty… Never mind they've never been faulty before… Because he did not just hear that. Didn't he just explain to her? Was she really, truly this stupid? Why did she have to say such stupid things now, of all times, when he was in a lovely aroused state, couldn't she had just let him indulge himself without speaking, like she normally did? And what the fuck, did she know, she could hardly pick a better-

Wait.

He skimmed his lips up her throat, resting them lightly against her jaw.

Him. He. He was-

"Inuyasha, I love you," she turned her shining blue eyes on him, her beautiful face painfully honest and earnest.

Wait. This was, this was—his thoughts were all in a jumble-

Delicious. Perfect. Wonderful, wonderful, marvelous—he could hardly contain himself.

"Even if you don't believe in love, I do, Inuyasha. I would do anything for you,"

Inuyasha interrupted her, not even bothering to be subtle, so great was his excitement, "You would do anything? Would you come with me?" He lowered his burning amber eyes to her face, and kissed her breathless before she could respond.

If falling in love with the devil wasn't corruptive, he didn't know what in the hell was.

And he wasn't going to let her say no. He could give her everything, no wait, he would have everything… little Lucifer could have everything…

Muwahahaha.

She didn't respond right away when he pulled back, instead there was silence in the small kitchen. Shit. He had to sell it, sell it, sell it baby,

"There would be no need for money, you would have everything," he coaxed, in his best sexy, husky voice, rubbing his thumb across her cheek as he said it, not looking away from her face. Had to make it sound good, mushy, something. "No more heartaches. No more sleepless nights and books, no more hunger," he glanced outside her window at the falling snow flakes, "no more cold."

Yep. Mushy.

She stared at him.

"And you would have me. And I could have you,"

Wait, wait, what the- what the fuck? Why did he have to say that? Stupid, stupid, she most definitely did not need to hear that, not yet. He could smack himself, why he outta-

"Really?"

-wrap his own bowels around his very own.

Wha- ?

"Of course, my little love, we could be together forever."

Forever.

Well shit, that was daunting.

The word seem to hang in the air, echo around them. It seemed to linger, reverberate, you could almost feel it, like a tangible thing. Because she knew, he knew, they knew. It would be.

Forever.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his neck. He could feel her wet tears against his skin, he could smell her intoxicating, sweet scent. She hugged him even tighter, if possible.

She was going to say no. No, no, no, it would all be over…

He wrapped his hands around her hips firmly, drawing her as close as physically possible. Well, if all was ruined, he certainly was at least going to get something out of it. He was fiercely determined, soft, soft, soft skin.

"Yes,"

Huh?

He stared motionlessly at her a moment, his hands still stubbornly glued to her curvatious hips.

"Yes, take me, I'll go." And with that, she kissed him. And it was the greatest, sweetest, most controlling kiss she had ever given him. And he yelled, roared in triumph as they were surrounded by the piercing blackness.

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They materialized, out of thin air, in his bedroom, of course. Where the fuck else? The room was rich, lush, finely decorated. Everything was in reds, golds, and black. His enormous soft king sized bed was adorned with a rich red velvet comforter, complete with gold trimmings. No canopy, he did not like those stupid things. No canopies. The carpet itself was a pure gold color, and the kind that you just wanted to scuffle across all day in your bare feet. He had one entire wall a full glass mirror, so that it appeared there was an exact duplicate room right next door, but, ahahaha, there wasn't. The walls were black, and the ceiling was high, coming up to form a type of triangular dome. And then, he had a wardrobe with his customary everyday outfit, (long black overcoat, tight black t-shirt, black jeans, delightful comfy black boots with the inside fur lining, his awesome, short little pimp top-hat, and his fingerless leather gloves that he never took off. Shut up.) a dresser whith God knows what, wait, God better not, and the equally lavish bathroom attached. There was of course, other shit in the room that might be worth describing, but the two people now occupying it are far more interesting, and didn't give a damn about the room anyway.

Kagome appeared not to have noticed that they were no longer in her small ass kitchen, she was too busy pressing her delicious pink petals to Inuyasha's mouth. And Inuyasha, I daresay, was quite enjoying himself. Kagome, as far back in his memory, was never quite so responsibe as she was now. In all of the years he had been her literal dark shadow, she would only ever let him kiss her, and occasionally undo a few buttons. If he ever so much as tried to strip her, she would gently—in that annoying subtle way with that annoying little smile—pull away, taking his hands in hers and giving him a light kiss on his forhead. It had been infuriating, maddening, all he wanted was the little bitch writhing and moaning beneath him, he just knew she would be tight, was that too much to ask? Apparently, it had been. Inuyasha was sure it would have been no trouble whatsoever to simply force her to give in, heaven's weapon his left nut. But just in case she was—she better be, damn it—he couldn't. He had to make her trust him, want him. She had to want to be consumed, or it would never work. Well, it would work, but being forced into the dark had far more temporary results than going in willing. And he couldn't have it being temporary, no, she had to be destroyed permenantly, so she could never go back.

Muwahaha.

And he just knew, now was it, she was here, in his world, the very lands he ruled, and he could do whatever he wanted with her, permission or not. He no longer gave a damn about her feelings, she was nothing to him now, a conquered item, a toy to fulfill all his needs. And damn did he ever have needs- this bitch had him full of pent up frustrations for far too long, he would enjoy breaking her, every last minute of her agony, her cries would be his triumph. His cock was already burning, straining within the confines of his pants, and he could finally fucking do something about it. He smirked malevelantly down at her, grasping her by the shoulders and digging his claws slightly into her skin.

She still had a stupid, naïve smile on her face. Surely she didn't think everything was still going to be the same? That he was going to be the least bit nice to her? She had been his item of fury for so long now, there would be nothing left to smile at. By the looks of it, she most definitely thought he loved her back.

Inuyasha smiled wider, still more wickedly, an evil cackle working its way up to the surface from the depths of his chest—ludicrous, love. What absolute bullshit, it was so very amusing.

BANG!

The door to Inuyasha's room flew open, rebounding against the wall with a crash as a dark haired head popped in.

"Inuyasha, it's about time you got back, I mean really this is quite ridiculous—"The man stopped, blinking his wide violet eyes in their direction. Inuyasha was growling furiously, his teeth bared, still clutching a very flustered—and sadly not naked Kagome—to his chest.

"Why… it's her?" He blinked slowly at them, still not quite grasping the concept.

"Yeah, it's her, now get the fuck out." Inuyasha snarled, unconsciously digging his claws deeper into Kagome's arms. She flinched slightlyand attempted to pull away. Inuyasha did not let her budge.

A wide smile split the violet eyed man's face and he stepped fully into the room, on contrary to Inuyasha's snarled demand. He clapped his hands lightly, looking Kagome over with a critical eye.

"Well, that took you a rather long time, I must say she's even lovelier in person."

All Inuyasha could do at that very moment in time was stare the evil eyed death glare in his direction.

"Miroku," he growled, his dark amber eyes narrowed, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Miroku blinked innocently.

At that moment, Kagome decided to insert her surprising muscular strength for a female and detach herself from Inuyasha's grasp, and bow low to Miroku.

"Oh you must be Miroku sama, I am very honored, Inuyasha talks highly of you."

Inuyasha blinked at her. "I do?" Did constantly calling Miroku a little fucker and ranting on about how terribly incapable, a constant waste of space about him—count as talking highly?

"How rude of me, Miroku sama, I'm Higurashi Kagome." She smiled sweetly up at him through her lashes, her long hair dangling over her shoulder and her form still scrunched into a small bow.

Miroku just stared at her as though several heads were sprouting from her torso—in other words, in great incredulity. He parted his mouth slightly, then shot a quick, questioning look in Inuyasha's direction. Said person crossed his arms defiantly and scowled.

He wasn't going to explain shit, Miroku just interrupted something that promised to be very pleasant, so why the fuck should he? Nope, Miroku could wonder and stew like a good little turd…

"Inuyasha," Miroku cleared his throat, "Inuyasha, I believe we need to talk."

"Talk about what, lech?" Inuyasha shot back, still very upset and grumpy.

Miroku pulled uneasily at the neck of his purple shirt, and shot a look in Kagome's direction. Kagome was still standing there, smiling pleasantly at them. "Er, about recent developments."

"Well then, you can just shove your little wooden staff up your little sorry ass and—" Inuyasha yelped as Miroku grabbed his shirt collar painfully, pulling him forwards and out of the room. He had time enough to demand Kagome stay put before the door slammed shut behind them.

Miroku dragged him through the corridors, not relinquishing his grip even amidst the constant death threats Inuyasha was hurling his way. He flung open a random door, and threw Inuyasha into the room.

What the fuck—gonna split your dick three ways to Sunday—"

"Inuyasha!"Miroku bellowed, successfully achieving silence. There was a small, blissful pause, and then—

" "

" "

"What?"

Miroku sighed irritably, grinding a palm into his eyes. He glanced around the room, spotted a chair, and promptly sat down. Inuyasha still sat stupidly on the floor.

"Why," Miroku gritted out, "is she here?"

Inuyasha blinked up at him and intelligently responded. "Huh?"

Miroku groaned. "Obviously she shouldn't be here, I have no idea how she was even allowed through the barrier." Seeing the mystified look on Inuyasha's face, he continued. "Her aura is literally blinding, it's entirely way too pure and decidedly uncorrupted to be here." He looked sternly over at the supposed prince of darkness. "You didn't follow the plan, this could be a trap."

Inuyasha grinned smugly. "Fuck the plan, this is better."

Miroku did not look amused.

"She's in love with me, how is that not corruptive? And furthermore, her soul will be black as night after spending even a day here."

Miroku looked aghast. "…inlove, with you?"

"Yep, pretty smart, if I do say so."

"How did you manage such a feat?" Miroku asked again, astonished.

" …I have a feeling I'm suppose to be really offended."

Miroku ignored Inuyasha and set to pondering the current news. Miroku was not quite sure what to think. On one hand, no good could come of anyone's soul from loving the devil. On the other hand, Kagome didn't seem the least bit corrupted. The entire plan was to corrupt her so thoroughly, Heaven wouldn't have any use for her any more. Reguardless, she was here now, and once entered, one could not leave. He would know—he tried. So either it had worked, or they would just have to darken her soul here. Either way, Heaven couldn't have anything to do with her now, surely, since she was in their grasp.

Right?

Right.

Further contemplation on the matter was interrupted by the arrival of a terrifying being, one who could instill fear into everyman, demon or otherwise, even the all mighty and fearless Inuyasha. Said terrifying being had her ire directed squarely on Miroku, and he knew that his survival instincts had better start kicking.

"MIROKU!"

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A/N: Ugh, I'm so sorry. This was pitifully short and not full of action. I have a writers block. Please, any ideas? I know the ending, but not the middle!

Happy Halloween, suckers, you better enjoy it, because I'm grounded. I've been grounded the past two Halloween weekends, hm, my reckless streak likes to come out in October it seems.

P.S Check out my other Inuyasha fic: A Thousand Shards.