Chapter 6 Plans and Failings
Evil Mastermind POV
Damn! Those fucking shadows can't do anything right! I told them to go out and find those shards, and how many do they bring me? ONE! One fucking shard! How the Fuck is this going to push my plan to the unstoppable conspiracy it should be?
Okay… this could still work… depending on what this shard contains.
I place the shard in my chest; it's the easiest way to look within. Memories flash before my eyes. I expected to feel only one emotion. That's how the spell works, one emotion and all the memories connected to that emotion are in each shard. But I felt a flurry of different emotions: regret, sadness, anger, jealousy, happiness, and love. All rush through as I see images of a man… Not just any man, the monk she travels with.
What is it about him that's so important that she secludes him…? He is an emotion to her? Stupid girl! Even the most predictable part of a person makes no sense with her. She's just like my dear sister, dirty traitorous wench! I suppose she wasn't as easy a target as I thought.
Now… those shards are going to find their way to the places of the memories contained. Sadness, which she now has back, fell in her village, where that idiot wolf demon picked it up. Anger, happiness, affection, confusion, fear, jealousy, devotion, and loneliness are left. Where to start?
Jealousy; in women jealousy forces them to their epitome of diabolic scheming. Perfect. Where was she the most jealous? Thinking of jealousy causes images of the monk to arise in my mind again. That girl he holds, the young one by the name of Koharu, the one who whole heartedly agreed to bare the monk's child, she caused immense jealousy. This shard may be more useful than I thought. Making a note in my shadows' orders I continue.
Anger; anger inspires rage, inspires violence. Again, thinking the emotion brought up images of its extreme. The monk with other women, many other women, mostly. Her most angered moments are those closely tied to jealousy, except one. A demon, a very powerful one, laughs in her face about the impending death of the monk. Her rage is… beyond extreme… a piece of this demon's full speech is missing, but I'll bet the shard is at the mountain this memory takes place.
Fear… I think I'll let her find that one, it's usually incapacitating, along with loneliness and confusion.
Happiness, devotion, and affection don't help me in my hands but they will probably hurt me in hers. Affection; That place by the lake, where the monk proposed. Happiness; That path leading away from a castle, the monk telling her how glad he was she turned down the lord's offer. Devotion: No image shows. I guess she's most devoted to her clan's traditions.
I make notes on the possible places of the emotions. With a growl I send off my shadows. Miyuki and Michi are quick to go off; hopefully they'll find who ever picked up those shards. If not… I look to my old weapon. Revenge will be sweet either way.
I will prevail, she is far too much like her mother and father, her heart bleeds in ways my does not. She is easy prey… she is easy prey… easy… easy… easy…