Plans in Motoin

Chapter 32

"Witch, if you are deceiving me, none of your tricks will save you from what I will inflict," warned the dark demon.

The beautiful temptress laughed wickedly. "You think me a fool to try and deceive the likes of you," she said draping her raven hair over her bare shoulder. Her glowing green eyes devoured the demon with lust, her body radiating with their runt. "My magic is solidified and true. All you must do now is place the mating mark upon the girl." She glanced out her chamber window, reading the positioning of the stars. "It must be done quickly. Though you cannot see it with your…untrained eyes…the red moon approaches quickly. It must be done tonight," she heeded.

"Pfft. Everything has been arranged and is in motion. Now, for your end of the deal," the demon demanded extending his hand.

"Ah, yes." The onna seductively moved from the bed, swaying her hips with each step. Opening a cupboard beside her, she retrieved a collar-like object. "Put this around her neck," she said tossing it to him. "Her powers will be useless as long as it remains on."

"And should she manage to remove it?" he asked testing its strength.

"She won't," the witch promised.

"Very well. You are expected to be on time. I will not stand for delays," the demon warned as he pivoted and headed for her chamber door.

"Fear not, my lord. Believe me I can't wait to see you again," she said stroking down her side with her hand as he turned to look at her.

"Hm."

Leaving the witch, Naraku left her laughing as he walked with purpose down his dark corridors. His hakama was a deep purple, and billowed around him as he walked. He had everything. Women, power, wealth. This palace that was all his. He went from being nothing but a lowly robber, to this. He flexed his hanyou claws and smiled sadistically. There was not a thing that stood in his way. No, only a person. He narrowed his eyes in anger.

At first, his attentions were focused on Kikyo. She was beautiful, vibrant, so full of life. She knew he was a disgusting theif and yet she tended to him and helped him heal. Her raw innocence called to him to taint, to shred into pieces. He wanted that smile gone from her lips. He wanted her bent over shout his name to the Kami's. Her...unfortunate...demise braught about someone better, however. Kikyo was destroyed. She was no longer holy and she was his. And then just like a snap of the finger from the Kami's, a new toy was sent to him to break. He laughed as he thought of the modern aged miko.

He reveled in the feeling of her defiance. He wanted her to fight him, not give in so easily like the previous bitch did. Strange what a whore would do to get where she wants. He wanted Kagome because she was not a whore. Even after he broke her, he knew she would fight. Her power was untaintable, and it made him want to destroy her all the more. But for now, he needed the jewel. There was something he yearned for far more precious than bedding his future slut.

Though he was now revered as one of the most powerful demons in this era, he was still hanyou. Once he assumed full youkai blood, he will gain all the power he would need to conquer all of Japan. Perhaps, once he became bored of this land, he would burn it all and continue pressing to other horizons. There was something beautiful in the way humans begged for their lives. The way mothers so blindfully offer their own bodies and souls to protect their young. He wondered how begging would sound in other languages.

He really wasn't adimant with causing pain. Though when it did occur he took his time. He would take his time with the miko, make her beg. Make her watch as he made the jewel whole and bend to his will. His plan was flawless. There was nothing that stood in his way. Should the witch be mistaken, she would pay for it on the brink of death for all eternity. But he reviewed it over and over in his mind. Everything was perfect.

"Soon, miko. Soon you will be at my mercy."