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The Jewel Of Four Souls	By : BlackMaiden Category: InuYasha > General Views: 2456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello Everyone,
Before beginning, a few thoughts are needed. As I have said in the last chapter, this is a revision of a previously written and abandoned story. I, again, have not written in years, and felt that this needed an update. The first two chapters are just edits, but the third is a new chapter. I promised to finish this story, and have just now gotten around to it. I make no promises to timeline or if I will be adding more stories. This is a trial period for me. However, I have been having better flow lately. Bare with me on any editing, or tight dialogue, Im still rusty.

This is chapter one, seeing that the previous section was a prelude. So everyone is aware, this story is broken in three sections each number 1, 2 and 3 and between each, there will be an intermission. Finally, to end this massive story, there will be a epilogue, being this is the first story of a trilogy!

Also as a reminder, this story's present, meaning it's 'today' is the prelude, intermissions and ending epilogue. The sections in between are the past. This story is told by Inutaisho when he was still alive and is meant as a backstory to the Inuyasha series, in my own words. As a reminder, this, discretion is advised.

WARNING: VERY DARK IN MANY PARTS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Including this chapter, is dark, but for those who want to continue, remember to enjoy and let me know what you think. My email is tanya.goodwin.1987.tg@gmail.com, if anyone is interested in further contacting me. -BM
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Part One
Chapter One
Inutaisho was not a demon to be afraid, but at this moment, he was utterly terrified!
His outward appearance showed very little of his inner turmoil, for the moment, but his insides were wrenching painfully from the stress of being afraid. His heart was racing, his yoaki was restless, and the way he held his back showed he was trying to hide it. Nothing could stop the occasional twitch that would show on him from the fear he felt at this moment.
The provocateur of his terror was in the form of an irrationally violent, infuriated and agitated, demon male pacing the marble floor in front of him. What made this particular fact so desperately frightening was that the formidable and murderous yoaki in roaming was his father.
Inutaisho watched his sire's silent brew of emotions and actions, calculating just what to expect from the demon. He was judging, by the way his father's markings grew rigid and the way his eyes would flash from gold to crimson and back, that he and his brothers, that stood next to him, were surely in for a beating they would never forget.
Inutaisho was given a lot of leniency in matters such as this but his brothers were not. They had met the wrath of his begetter’s brutal ire on many occasions, causing him to make the choice he had made today. He was going to take the blame for his brothers and knew the ramifications of such a burden. It was dangerous but he needed to do what he could, as the stronger of the pups and the heir, to defend his siblings’ weaknesses and save them from their father's wrath. Saying such did not mean he wasn’t afraid of this type of chivalry, but none the less, he would do so. Inhaling deeply, he continued to silently analyze the situation he had to gotten himself into. His father was not just another demon he would battle it out with. This was the most powerful and feared yoaki anyone knew and saying such meant a great deal of upcoming pain on his behalf.
Before him, his father paced in agitation, his demon ki whipping out violently on the occupants of the throne room. His aura was almost suffocating and from the shear force and power of the Daimyo, a wind was picking up from his yoaki, and blowing his onyx hair away from his scowling face.

Inutaisho watched in awe and would be the first to admit, though his father was regal and fierce, he was a stunningly, good looking demon. With his never ending black hair, straight and thick like the edge on a katana, blowing in the wind made by his own ki, caressing his face and trailing behind his built form. The Daimyo boasted a warrior’s physique caressed in crimson, black and gold silken court attire, trailing on the black marble. His back straight, his ox like body held such bold confidence, arms locked behind his back, his angular, dark skinned face holding almost black, rigid, markings, his pristine eyebrows scowling above golden colored eyes, rimmed in long sooty lashes. His presence was strong, his masculine face, prominent jaw line and narrowed chin held high. Ryotenshi demanded respect and screamed dominance, in just how his held his form. Inutaisho’s begetter was stoic, cold, regal, passionate, yet handsome. His father was a beautiful killer, bringer of death, pain, anguish and dominance. It was these negative personality traits that Inutaisho began to hate him more than anything else on the planet because he envied such a power, even if he didn’t want to.
Through all of this silent musing, the heir wanted to have such a confident power like his sire but yet it annoyed and astounded him. He hated the man with every ounce of his being for what he had done to the western land and every occupant of the family. He had vowed to be the downfall of the Daimyo, promising that he would kill his father and surpass him, and all the while, loving the man’s prowess and uncanny dominance. This dilemma caused confusion in the young demon’s heart but he would not let it bring him to his knees. He would conquer this emotion and kill the person who made it happen, just to end the suffering to his yoaki and of his heart. He would not allow his nature to control his demon aspects, like so many before him, even if it meant death.
The ominous click of his father’s boots decided to end at that very moment and Inutaisho braved a look at the angry demon. There he stood, looking directly at Inutaisho, causing him to fidget under the scrutiny of his father’s amber colored eyes. They held such dark promises for the young demon and Inutaisho found himself unable to keep eye contact in fear of what kind of wrath was about to be bestowed upon him from the Daimyo. He could only imagine, but he worked to hide it from his father, in case he decided to enjoy punishing him. That, of course, was never a good sign, considering that his father’s idea of pleasure was sadistic and usually meant a great deal of physical pain to the recipient of the entertainment.
Just as he had finished the thought, something told him to look at his father, just one more time. As soon as his eyes leveled with the man before him, his father decided to narrow his own eyes in dark pleasure and an evil smirk to play on his lips before he descending the stairs of the dais, heading right in the direction of the heir to the throne.
If he was nervous before, he felt like panicking now
Something in the way his father looked, told every fiber in his body to run but the way he held his gaze, rooted the young prince’s feet to the floor. The burnt amber color in his father’s cold eyes held his attention, so much so that nothing else in the room mattered. This was the part that he hated the most because the sway the older Taiyoaki had on him. It was in those first few moments of interaction that held the highest swagger on the young male. As the Daimyo grew closer, the stronger his persuasion grew. It was in his aura, his yoaki, his gaze, his scent, his touch and then finally sealed with his voice. Inutaisho braced himself for the extremities to begin and only prayed that he and his brothers, who were also affected by the older demon, would save a little face in front of the court.

“Tell me, my son, what were you doing today in the human village?” Ryotenshi spoke gently, just barely above a whisper, though the growl in his voice let everyone know he was furious.
It was a trap, Inutaisho knew. He had played this interrogation game before and understood what his father wanted. He wanted him to admit to his wrong doing, to stand up for the others so that he would receive the punishment, or better yet, to tell on them so the eldest son would have to witness his father torture his brothers. He swallowed, jutted his chin forward and braced for the punishment to come. He would take the blame, for a beating to his form was better than having to watch his brothers take it. As his eyes came up and his stance grew square, he watched his father match his posture and his lips parting in interest at what the boy was doing. The younger of the males let his yoaki rise, showing the occupants in the room that he was fearless in front of his father, even when the man before him had a shimmer in his eye, knowing full well the boy was frightened.
“I was only doing as you have taught me father, to patrol my domain. I took my brothers with me, to teach them their duty as lords and acting authority of your lands. In such, your subjects defied our order and in doing so; they inquired my direct attention and dominance. I punished your subjects.” Inutaisho spoke clearly, his voice clear and calm.
“Hmmm…is that so? Tell me, Inutaisho, who gave you permission to take these matters into your own command?” The Daimyo clipped back, growls and snippy snarls lacing is deep bass register.
“No one gave me permission to do such. I took it upon my own rule and authority to do upon the humans as I have. Was it not you father, who has told me that I have express right to punish any human within our territory as I see fit, even for my fancy alone?” The young prince worked refused to disagree further, biting his defiance, lest he would be picking his teeth from the floor.
His father smirked at the man before him and Inutaisho had to do everything in his form not to shudder. He knew that there would be more to his punishment than a sure lashing. Something in his father’s gaze told him that there was so much more that he would learn today and the rules had changed in this new, sinister game he had in mind. It sickened him that he had to lie to save the hide upon his younger siblings but he would be damned if he would let one of them die from a game gone wrong and a slip of claws in a fit of anger.
The Daimyo stepped away from the oldest, his eyes lingering on the younger males form momentarily before stepping in the line of vision of his younger siblings. They stood quietly, fidgeting under their sire’s scrutiny as he had, all afraid of the punishment they were going to get. Yet, it was Rei who held his composure the most, wrapping his yoaki around the other two children in a calming fashion to comfort them in their distress. A smile spread on his father’s face at their reactions and his intellect knowing they had all lied to him successfully. In his gaze also held the promise that they would all face the punishment as well. His smile spread further, showing his razor fangs, before flicking his tongue across one, speaking and pacing.
Is this true? Has your brother, the crown prince and heir to my throne, defended his territory justly? Has he given punishment to those under his privileged right, only for their defiance to my rule? Has the truth been presented as it happened?” Ryotenshi spoke out to his other sons, the angry yoaki pouring from his person, as he looked down his nose at them.
“Yes father, what the heir speaks is true.” Rei spoke, his own deep register speaking clearly though his aura spoke fear.
“Very well, then. You have done well my son for bringing this to my attention. I am proud of you, all of you.” Ryotenshi purred seductively to the heir of the throne, petting him with a hand caressing his throat, up his jaw and upon the markings on his face. He allowed this same action to pass to Rei, and his verbal praise to the ears of the other two of his offspring.
Inutaisho grimaced in the touch, feeling the sinister power flowing from his father’s yoaki and into his face. With that same feeling, he could feel the perverse punishment and anger building along with the underlining, yet very prominent, sexual overtones in that touch. He allowed his father to touch him even when he had wanted to push his hand away, yet he remained still allowing his father the caress and his sexual advances. His father smiled in predatory satisfaction before bringing his attention to the others in the room; whispering a word of advisement to Inutaisho, for his ears alone, just above the pointed tip.
“Pay attention boy, for I shall guide you in how to teach your subjects.”
Inutaisho swallowed his fear, his disgust and his anguish as he watched his father saunter past him and to his left where the human villagers were crouched on the floor. The same family he was pushing the blame upon, unable to look them in their faces as he watched his predator of a father stalk calmly to their bowing forms; everyone within the room, the multitude of people sitting on the sidelines from royal to peasant, demon and human alike, followed suit, kneeling to the fierce Taiyoaki lord. The young prince only watched as his father’s ego bask in satisfaction as he felt the submission of his subjects, savoring their fear. Standing before the small family, he looked down his nose as them in disgust.
“You have disrespected my authority and generous rule, an act of treason. Had this same matter been brought to me, your punishment would have been far worse than what the crowned prince has seen fit. Therefore, since I am generous, I will spare your pathetic lives, however I am confiscating your home, all your property and everything you own within it.” The daimyo spoke loud and clear, his voice echoing amongst the crowd causing another wave of fear to permeate the air as the lord suffocated them all with his dominance.
“My lord, what your sons speak is false. The monsters you call children came into our humble home, and tried to defile our daughter and my son defended them. The oldest of the group almost killed my son, an able hand on my farm. You’re heir did not do these deeds, but he did pull the others away and now he lies for your other demon, monster children!” The father of the group spat out to the lord as he turned his back on the group of family, them being crouched upon the floor supporting each other and one of the wounded sons.
Inutaisho saw the next set of actions in slow motion, transfixed in horror, shock and fear. His father was homicidal, the winds of his yoaki picking up around him once again as his eyes bled that pure demon red and his face almost transforming into his true form. Turning with a speed most humans would never see, his father snarled before grabbing the wounded child from his parent’s grip, despite their pleas to spare him. People screamed and the mother wept horrifically as his father lifted the young man as if he weighed nor more than a feather, speaking before he commenced his displeasure in their words.
“I will show you a monster, you disgusting, worthless human.” His father all but roared into the terrified faces of the family.
Stepping back a step to hold the boy higher, he looked up his face in sadistic glee and dominance as he drew his acidic black poison from within to his right hand. With said hand he shoved it into the gut of the wounded male, just under the juncture of his rib cage and ripping the flesh open before filling his insides with his hand, spewing poison.
The man screamed as the poison ate his insides but his father was far from finished. Grabbing hold of his insides, he began pulling the boys entrails out, letting them spill on the floor along with his blood at the daimyo’s feet in which the parents sat. The parents and remaining children sat huddled, pulling on the daimyo robes, screaming and begging as they watched their lord disembowel their child slowly. When his father was finished gutting the man, and filling him with poison to torture him all the more and keep in alive, he bared his fangs in the man’s face, crushed his neck in his one hand before throwing the corpse on the floor and splattering blood and excess poison the floor and on the parents. With a resounding, satisfied growl, he flung the visceral remains of disembowelment from his claws before walking back up the dais, ignoring the horrified audience’s cries, and licking the blood from his claws as he sat once again.
Inutaisho and his brothers bit back their instincts not fall apart on what his father just done to that innocent man. Knowing it was apart of their doing, that caused him to die in such a horrific way. Inutaisho fought the tears from forming in his eyes from rage and grief and his own yoaki trying to surface to tear his father apart for doing what he had done. He was wanted to rip the flesh from his face and wipe that satisfied, demonic look of joy right off his face. He never wanted to see the content in that face again towards him, knowing his father enjoyed what he did to that family and to his own family. His thoughts were broken by the very tormentor of his thoughts call him to the dais.
“Inutaisho, come to me, my son, and sit with your father.” Ryotenshi sat back into his throne, relaxing in an un-ceremonial way, enjoying his rest a little too much for a murderer and looking upon Inutaisho calmly.
Inutaisho gritted his fangs together behind his lips and did his father’s bidding, realizing it was time for his own punishment, in which he knew was far worse, for he would live through it, unlike the corpse still warm on the floor.
Upon arriving to the throne, his father’s eyes on him the whole way, he knelt down in between the spread leg of his tormentor and father, affectively bowing on the floor before his lord. As soon as he was seated his father ran his finger tips through the loose ends of his son’s topknot, treating him as if was nothing more than a mere lap dog.
“My son, seeing as you have lied to me about what really happened in the human establishment, you will be the one to deal the punishment upon the humans that has disrespected my rule and your direct orders.” His father spoke soothingly, continuing to run his claws in Inutaisho’s long silver locks.
“What do you have me do father?” Inutaisho spoke back blankly as he wallowed in the pity of the remaining family through their loss and his father’s continuing ‘pleasure’.
“You will direct the son, one of your brothers, that was to have his way with the farmer’s daughter and order him to finish what he started, right here in front of her parents. Once this is finished my son, you will kill the parents and you must do it to my liking.” Ryotenshi growled down amusingly.
“Father I… Inutaisho spoke, looking up his father, trying to plead only to be silenced by the older demon snatching his head back, hard, by the hair and a snarling face a mere inch from his.
“You will do as I tell you, boy, or I will not only kill the family in much of the same way as the dead one, but I will take liberties upon your brother, Yui, as he tried to do to that girl. Make your choice, do as I say or I will mount your brother, painfully, in front of this court!” The words were growled out dangerously low in the frightened face of the heir.
The threat was clear, allow the punishing death to one, or allow the possibility of his father to kill his younger hanyou brother. He swallowed hard, his tears almost choking him, as he went to deliver his blow. Walking to the family and watching them cower to him; he snatched the daughter away and knelt to the floor. He could hear his father in the background leaning forward to watch what he was going to do, but he didn’t allow it to distract him from what he was really about to do.
He had made a promise to himself and to his brothers that he would protect them from his father’s wrath, and now he made a promise to the humans, without words, that he would let them all die in peace. He would not allow them to die the same way, nor would he be restrained and forced to watch his father bend and rape the youngest of his brothers.
Watching in distressed agony as the family pleaded with him to spare their daughter and the girl in his arms to cry pitifully, he commenced in stripping the girl of her garments and calling Yui to him, but before his brother could make it to him, he extended his yoaki whip in a high arc and told the family that he would save them before sweeping it around the family, tightening them in a bunch by their throats, tying the noose and yanking, beheading them all in a single sweep.
Opening his eyes, as he had closed them when he killed off the family, he was able to only sit in shock, the blood of those innocents covering his face, hands and form. Around him, he could hear the audience screaming, his brothers running up to save him and his father’s yoaki to rip in rage at not following his orders. The tears poured down his face as Yui touched his shoulder, only to get pulled back by his father, who was close to transforming, his yoaki and dominance whipping around the court hall. Unable to give the fight, he felt himself lifted and by the throat knowing it belonged to his father, only to have a fist collide with his face and knocking him across the room.
The shock wore off quickly, as the bones in his face crushed from the blow, yet he drew himself up in the flight and caught his stance, crouched on the floor before he was slammed into a support beam. He, unable to hold his yoaki any further in his anguish and ire, his yoaki surfaced, freeing his own hair in the powering winds of his transformation. Claws, fangs and face half transforming, he looked up in his crouched position, snarling in the direction of his father as people scattered, trying to get away from the battle about to ensue from the two dog demons.
Before anyone could get away, the main entrance was shut off by his father’s powerful yoaki whip. He stalked forward, his own beast rising and transforming him, ready to meet his son’s challenge as the people tried to free themselves. In the mist of chaos the two dog demons readied their attack, the measly humans running out side doors and the remaining of the family crouching away from the pair.
Inutaisho charged first, the room finally cleared.
All the training, the struggles and bruising lessons in his life came to a halt as soon as his father met him, lifted him by his throat and threw him back down into the floor, the marble crumbling under him from the force. He cried out in his rage and pain, only to get a face full of his father’s palm crushing his bones in his hands. Squeezing, the daimyo broke the fragile bones enough to destroy his son’s face but not to kill him. Inutaisho was soon grabbed by the throat and lifted as Ryotenshi enjoyed the punishment he delivered. Sputtering blood, tears and torment, Inutaisho was held hanging to his father’s face, limp as a rag doll.
“Yes boy, bleed for me, shed your tears for me, suffer as only you must. Beware though, you will not live the next time you challenge me, pup!” The daimyo roared in his son’s face, pulling his head back by the hair near his scalp.
“You have much to learn before you can defeat me!”
Inutaisho was dropped to the floor, clinging to consciousness as his father walked away. Though he was barely in the conscious world, he was able to hear that his father walked off, all three of his brothers following suit far behind, safe from the irate monster of a daimyo. He leaned into his cradle of broken marble, resigning that he was going to end up sleeping here but just as he got comfortable a soft cloth dabbed at his face, medical herbs filling what was left of his powerful nose.
He listened for a moment, between his winces in the soft touch, able to catch hints of soft feminine tears. His face was pulled into a lap and what was left of his face cradled a rounded belly. He knew instantly who held him.
“Yona, leave me before father turns his attentions upon you. You are too far in pregnancy to enquire his wrath, nor lug me around like a pup.” The heir was able to speak though his broken jaw allowed little to come out and what did come out, to sound garbled from blood.
“No, I will not leave you. Worry not about me, let’s worry about you. I’m going to try and sneak you a healer, seeing as your father won’t allow you one. It’s going to be okay, I will help you.” A smooth, smoky but child like voice whispered to him between the soft administrations of cleaning his face.
Yona, unlucky and ever sweet woman, was his hateful father’s wife. So young, innocent and a belly full of pups deserved so much better yet she was fated to be mated to a monster. She had come to live with them many moons ago, a young fresh virgin human girl, with her blonde curly hair down to her bottom and tiny form, doe like eyes and innocence rolling off her in waves a she looked at them from her hiding spot behind his much bigger father. His father had brought her home as a spoil of war, intent on making her his bride. Wooing her, and being ever charismatic, he talked her into taking to his bed and being his mate, despite what Inutaisho and his brothers done. They had worked furiously to warn her, scare her, threaten and try and harm her, anything to keep her away from that man, only to find themselves beat away from her eyes. In the end, his father had taken the child/woman from Scotland to his bed and making her his mate. He and his brothers all stayed in one room to comfort one another as they heard their father make his claim and Yona begging, screaming for his mercy.
The sound still echoed in his ears, those tears tormenting him.
She cried at this moment too, even as she tried to stay strong for him, causing his heart to break. Unable to take the suffering of the woman who had taken many beatings for him and his brothers, stuck up for them, helped them and tried to stay alive at the same time, he brought a hand up and cradled her belly, rubbing and mumbling to her not to cry. The action was instantaneous, the pups feeling the aura of a powerful demon male, began squirming in her belly to get to the source that they may have thought as their father. He even wondered if they did that for his father, the real sire to those pups. Yona giggled, stilling his hand and slowing her tears, making Inutaisho’s pain to settle some.
Their moment of happiness and healing only lasted a moment as Yona suddenly cried out, and his father’s scent covering the area and dominance to press on him hard. He knew from the growl and the movement of Yona lowering his head to the floor gently that his father had Yona by the throat to carry her away from him.
“He is being punished, onna, not to be coddled by you. Leave him.” The lord tugged upon the young woman’s hair and throat. Whimpering, she tried to do as she was told and to give him, Inutaisho, her soothing touch. ‘Just go with him before he hurts you Yona‘, the heir thought out before Yona was snatched up off the floor hard, her cry heard as he heard loud and clear that she was being pulled up away from him to do the lord’s bidding. A shuffle was heard, one that Inutaisho could not see through his swollen shut eyes that told him the lord was holding Yona to him, most likely scent marking her with his fangs and claws possessively as the child that was his wife tried to submit to his demanding ways.
“Leave him now, bitch!” a snarl was heard from his father as he could hear him walking away, dragging the pregnant Yona with him, the herb cloth left for him. Gripping it in his hand, he hoped for all their safety and he felt assured that his sacrifice seemed small to ensure they were okay, darkness finally engulfed him.
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