The Principle of Evil Made Flesh

Everything was in its right place – so why was he here? Naraku wondered as he perched upon a pile of rain-slicked boulders and did what he did best: he waited. The Spider had seen the long ethereal ribbons of the witch’s soul collectors flitting about this spot for a few hours now, but he couldn’t find their soulless mistress anywhere. Stretching his aural minions out thinly, Naraku searched in utter stillness for the priestess Kikyou.

He owed his very life and creation to the strange bitch and as such Naraku had been compelled relentlessly by that bastard Onigumo as he silently tracked her whereabouts and goings on with instinctive interest. With friends like Kikyou, who needed enemies? Distant lightning flashed to the West as the fur-cloaked hanyou waited, waited for the Shikon shards he knew the priestess would possess. He’d heard the stupid inu-hanyou and his ragtag band had bowed to the walking dead for help in locating the rest of the few remaining shards not in his dark possession. It didn’t matter – he already had the most important piece of the puzzle in his dark possession as well. A fish-belly white eel drifted past him lazily on the storm-charged air and he absently snatched it out of the air and strangled it slowly with a tentacle. The Spider’s mind drifted, full of Kagome and the erotic pictures his mind gladly supplied made him slowly begin to pant, hard.

The bitch was begging him to fuck her, harder – deeper and screamed like a banshee when he viciously taught her what that command could really mean.

She was hanging, wet and choking, over his back, holding onto his hips as he carried her to her doom.

She was shrieking in fear and desire for his mercy as he pinched her captive clit with his deadly talons.

She was slowly approaching what she thought was Death, to kneel in submission and pleasure him with her exquisite, rebellious little mouth.

He saw all of these and more, fantasy blending into reality in a seemingly endless kaleidoscope of dark lust and pleasure. It was all Naraku could do not to whip his straining hardness out right now and fuck himself in black abandon to the little miko’s delicious memory!

He barely dodged Kikyou’s thick arrow as it missed his wide-eyed head by so little that he felt a lock of hair severed and turned instantly to ash.

The deadly soul-capturing miko glared up at her nemesis and cursed the fates that kept him safe, for now. What could possibly be disrupting the Spider’s legendary composure and concentration so much that she had been able to sneak up on him even though he knew she approached his position? Kikyou stood with her bow at the ready, and let her ceaseless righteous vengeance loose in her sharp voice.

“Naraku – why are you following me still? Have you need for more jewel shards to hold together your weak and pathetically flagging form?”

Digging his claws into the hard granite threw sparks down at the self-righteous wench below him. He gnashed his fangs at both of them, even as his heavy cock bobbed in frustration – this bitch was a hollow shell compared to Kagome! Who was she to command him anything? But something in her oft-repeated taunt struck a nerve.

She couldn’t see the immense increase in his power.

And while her body was stocked full of dead souls, none of them held any of the roaring fire that the tiniest echo of his slave’s stolen soul lent this puppet before him. For the first time, Naraku saw this version of Kikyou for what she truly was – nothing. She had no power over him at all and never truly had; not when he blazed like a black sun with the darkened power of her original soul, further corrupted by the demonic harmonics of the Shikon no Tama and magnified by the twisted love of its enslaved foundation, Kagome. Onigumo’s heart beat finally for his own despoiled priestess – not this empty shell, even if its outside was painted in once-coveted perfection. It was time for Kikyou to die.

“Kikyou… you understand nothing.” He slowly drawled through a cold smile and stood tall and straight upon his stone dais.

InuYasha’s bitch glared at him in deepening fury – she didn’t like the new undercurrent of blasted enlightenment in the hanyou’s rich voice. Something new about Naraku scared her very much.

“And even worse, when you look, you only see nothing.” His red eyes hypnotized her like a cobra, keeping the dead priestess rooted to the spot even when her deadly enemy dropped gracefully down before her.

“And so as you see, so do you feel nothing.” He droned in a low voice as he approached the once-bane of his existence.

Kikyou still held her bow before her, now in unconscious defense against the enormous exploding vortex of deadly power that began to radiate from the slowly approaching Beast as he continued his unstoppable advance toward her still form.

Naraku stood so close before the failed miko that she was assaulted by the wild scent of his fur-cloaked form. She could feel his body’s heat against the cold clay of her own. But the absolute insult flew from his crimson gaze, which glared through his elegant brows in disgust and…desire?

When his iron hand shot out and captured her cold, white throat Kikyou found nothing within her in which to defend her sorry excuse for an existence. Any remnant of the near-endless pool of holy power was suddenly gone. She couldn’t even scream.

The rich, urgent voice that commanded within Kikyou’s unmoving mind scared her for the first time in fifty long years when it whispered to the shadow of Kagome’s fragment of soul.

“Obey me, miko and come to your Master, little bitch!”

Kikyou felt the captured speck of Kagome’s soul flutter madly against the iron cage of her dusty heart and knew soon, the world would end.

She was almost happy to see it go - almost.

Kikyou heard Naraku’s fang-clipped judgment as his hot breath fanned across her cheek. Then she heard no more.

“Now, you worthless bitch, you are nothing.”

Kikyou’s malice slammed hard into his soul and set him on fire. Naraku spit poison on the golem’s chalky remains with endless derision, captured her hidden jewel shards and shot fast, back to the black soul and hot, living body of the miko who unknowingly squeezed his abyssal void of a heart.