Never Too Late

 

He awoke from his frightful slumber, the smell of blood still lingered in his nostrils. His body shook with tremors that surely xexpressed his terror to the world. In his attempts to stand he felt pain shoot up his spine. He cursed and raised his head to the blackened sky.

“Why do you do this to me? Why do you torment me? Why do you simply not claim my life for the rejection of your son?”

“She doesn’t listen you know.” A small voice from behind him called. “She never has.”

He turned around to see a little girl, from the village of revelers he had seen previously, standing behind him wearing a ceremonial robe. He noticed her blue hair, her equally blue eyes, gangly figure, and her young, thin, face.

“Why are you yelling at her anyway? You should worship the moon, not forsake Her by raising your voice to her.”

He chuckled at her naïveté. Worshipped? Ha! She should be thrown into the ocean and never allowed to rise again!’ He didn’t say these things to the child. She looked very sick.

“What are you laughing at? What I’ve said is true! She should be worshipped and who are you to say She shouldn’t?”

“Who are you to say She should?” He countered, rising from his spot on the cliff, ignoring the pain in his spine all the while. “You never met Her, She doesn’t answer your prayers (you’ve already admitted as much), and She sends Death to take your family members. Yet you insist that She be worshipped. You are in no position to question my authority for condemnation of Her.”

The little girl’s eyes began to water. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re a mean man. The moon will punish you for what you have said!” He looked crestfallen when she said this. “She is already punishing me,” He said, quietly, “for doing nothing but extending my own free will.”

He walked away from her slowly, heading towards the village.

“Where are you going?”

“To exercise my will once again.”

------------------------------------------------------------He didn’t remember much of the time he spent in the village, only that when he entered it prospered and was flush with life, but when he left, it was in ruins. Not a single being left alive. He hadn’t meant to kill them. He didn’t even remember doing it. But at the same time…he did. He wanted to make Her pay so he murdered Her disciples. He used Her servant Death against Her. Sweet is vengeance in irony.

He sensed the creature’s presence before it spoke.

“What have you done?!” Death cried, quite obviously outraged. “How could you murder these innocent people; Her servants? Why have you committed such a terrible crime?”

“You’re being repetitive.” He said flinching when the symbols on his back began to burn. “I did this to make Her pay. I told you She would.”

“You are a fool and an unworthy being. You should not have been picked for Her son.” Death replied shuddering at the blood on his person in a very…human way. “You, InuYasha, will be punished for this. Your mate, the son of the moon, will punish you.”

“HE IS NOT MY MATE!” InuYasha shouted, causing the sky to shudder with the force of his voice. “He will never be my mate. I would sooner die!”

“Perhaps you shall, InuYasha. Perhaps you shall.”