Free?
Ginta Just Ginta
Onyx Skies Forever
Danger, Mrs. Higurashi!
Spiders On Mrs. Higurashi
Little Red Riding Rin
Fragments of Moonlight
Wish of Koga
He Is To Be Pitied
Babies, Sango!
Shippo's Notebook
From Another World
Microcosm
Exotic
Near Me
Stranger in the Night
Remember
Summer '07
Enigma
Does It Matter
Kissed by Blaze
Changed
Packlyness
Consummation
The Tears of The Sky
Unextraordinary
Fiction
vr 3.00
2008-02-16
"6ixth Session" by Abraxas
Does It Matter | T | 2007-07-12
The universe keeps its own score of what is and isn't justice. (fair)
“The beautiful one,” the demon’s lips whispered. “The perfect one.” The monster’s hand stroked the exposed, abused flesh.
Kagura struggled against the chains and the bitter cold fingers violating her soul.
“My greatest creation – how can you be so cruel?”
Naraku could not be answered through the gag that chocked the voice.
Yet she fought the restraints and seethed and writhed until the blood again oozed from the wounds.
Louder than with mouth, sharper than with word, through eyes only, Kagura cursed.
Naraku stepped back as stunned by the gaze as a child would be shocked of lightning.
“Is this fairness?” he asked to no body, no thing, uselessly as if addressing the air.
Suddenly stiff, fresh air cut through the miasma and with its wake, its silence, it seemed the Universe replied: out of the shadow he emerged and into oblivion he would be doomed. Everything of the world was denied him forever.
The demon nodded, intimately aware of that defeat, and, without a word, withdrew.
Kohaku turned to Kanna and asked: “What did Kagura do?”
The image of the woman, clothes torn, body beaten, melted out of sight into a web of chains as the light faded.
The creature shrugged: “Does it matter?”
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