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Angel of the metamorphosed Evil	By : Eternalbloodlust Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 3980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-CH-1: MYSELF AS I ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
- 2-Ch-2: Virtuous in Crime or Criminal in Virtue
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A/N: This chapter
is dedicated to Lord Youko who really encouraged me to write it; otherwise
honestly I was thinking to give up on it (smiles!).
Also, this story is only narration of certain facts by
Kagome (you may not find an effective plot in it, other than expansion of
certain parts of the anime to suit the twisted plot of the story), who is a SRA
victim (so, a bit mentally unbalanced & her POV isn�t depicted exactly, it�s
totally left upon the readers to think whether they can sympathize with such a
Kagome or not); the way she has been involved in SRA while still a child will
be revealed in later chapters (& you all can see the effect of it already)
and all that she thinks she has done may not have been done by her (there lays
her doubt�& that explains why her character is so distorted).
This story involves torture, murder, insanity &
everything Evil�so you have been warned; otherwise have a happy reading!!!

CH-2: VIRTUOUS IN
CRIME OR CRIMINAL IN VIRTUE�

By now you must have known lots of facts about the REAL
me�incoherent details about my past.

Even as I will tell you what has happened to me after I went
with Inuyasha and of course, how I recollected the shards of my shattered
memory�I will ask for your pardon since I am really too confused to put all
these down in an effective sequence; & I am even worse at explaining
things�all things combined, you must be thinking I am a terrible narrator besides a complete psycho if you haven�t
thought it already!

Besides my life isn�t just some pretty story that I can
recite to everyone�so, please pardon my mistakes and rudeness (if you ever find
me as being rude) since I am no author; I am only a very ordinary girl with
some very extraordinary experiences�that�s all!

But nevertheless I will continue�as you all know the instant
we defeated the Evil Naraku and destroyed the Jewel, Midoriko�s as well as the
----- spirits were freed�that is to
say the war between Good and Evil was finally over; and both Good and Evil
intermingled into each other, annihilating each other�s existence.

At that instant, both Naraku�s and mine�s spirit was freed
too from the bondage within the Jewel�and a long lost part of me returned back
to my body.

That day�I cried too much, it was already decided that I am
to return back to my own world; and so I left my beloved Inuyasha as well as my
friends.

��

But strange things started to happen from the moment I
returned my home�
It all started with bizarre dreams�dreams that made me
more tired than I was before I slept, those made me sweat and wet both my
bed-sheets as well as pants!

Oh those sensational dreams of blood and flesh!!!

At first I would dream of drinking blood and chewing raw
flesh�soon, as the days passed by, I would dream of disfiguring my loved ones; and the defacement of those beautiful
faces of my young friends�I saw myself licking up the pus formed in the wounds I inflicted.

On waking up every morning, I always contemplated on those
dreams�how very sick they are and how aroused they made me feel; I was distorted, on one side lay my sense of
judgment and on the other, my own personal satisfaction�
In this manner, I often caught myself fantasizing about
enacting those dreams with my family members�Souta, mother and grand-father�

So, you can tell the old saying of �the greater in blood, the greater bloodier� applies to me well,
though on an entirely different & probably unimaginable perspective!

In a feign attempt to restrict
myself, I would often cut my own hand & taste my own blood, mostly palms
since it leaves no scars behind�but that�s really
no sane justification, since my childhood experience & travelling with
Inuyasha for so long has already graced me with numerous scars!

But my disappointment grew as I couldn�t mix up with my
friends the way I used to because of the omnipresent fear lounging deep in my
heart�they thought I am suffering some fit of clinical depression since my
separation with Inuyasha but I knew better!

To fulfill my ravaging needs I approached Hojo slowly; it
was all very easy� I pretended to love him and soon we started to date�at some
point of time, we started making love although I felt nothing about either him
or fucking him�but still, I grasped that opportunity to scratch him; and soon
he was bleed regularly to satisfy my insatiable needs.

He was against all forms of violence, but his love for me
blinded him even though he realized I loved him not; he played along anyway and
agreed to meet my ever rising demands.

He would look into my eyes with such pure love at times that
would make me feel helpless and I remember a strange gnawing pain at the back
of my mind�but it also is laced with a hint of sympathy that I detests; he
probably knew I became like this because of breaking up with Inuyasha which is
definitely a far better thing that the reality!

And doubtlessly, on those initial days I lived with Viceful Virtue or Virtuous Vice�if that sort
of thing can even be considered as possible!

��..

It was one of those days in the school when we have to cut
our finger for the blood test in the bio lab�Eri has always been a haemo-phobic
(I am using this term for pure amusement though!), so I was chosen to perform
the task for her.

I remember slashing her entire forearm savagely�the entire
class was shocked at my weird behavior as she cried and I went on laughing maniacally; you may wonder what is it that made me laugh so much,
and if you do really, I will tell you that the description of my life�s
experiences� isn�t just your cup of tea!

On the same day I asked Hojo to rape me and wound me as much
as he can (which he did, though not to the desired amount)�and then, I made
some superficial scratches on his penis tying him up by a rope�

�Fuck you cunt
muncher,� I panted licking up the seaming blood & massaging his balls
roughly at the same time, �I told you to
be harder.�
�Hey, slow down,�
Hojo�s voice shook as his orgasm drew nearer; I kept up, my ministrations.
�Kagome�my balls�slow
down or else they will be too sore.� Hojo pleaded.

My smile became a wide grin�I knew I can�t stop myself from
enjoying this delight, and the next moment all I heard is the ear shattering
scream of Hojo�and a mound of flesh on my palms; blood spurted from his loins
instead of oozing�my eyes wide open taking in the enchanting scene in front of
me.

�so, you can well anticipate what happened after it; somehow
I crushed one of his balls and shoved it down his throat, whereas I myself ate
the remnants of his scrotum sack.
He barely survived and was admitted in a mental hospital since
the people saw the tremendously huge scars, half-rotting flesh and the pathetic
condition of his groins; besides he didn�t even tell them who was responsible
for all of these, how very foolish!

In this manner we did bid bye to each other.

��

The bad thing is that my mother
probably have guessed that I am the one who needs the treatment, and also
perhaps I am involved in this entire ordeal�that�s because she always tries to
keep Souta away from me nowadays; it�s not a fact just a feeling of mine
though!
�.and from then on�I
started hating her!

My mother once left the three of us together�and you have
probably guessed what things may be running in my head.

Its often believed
that the first crime committed by someone serves as nothing but the encouragement
for committing more�heinous crimes; and even though I didn�t kill Hojo nor
is it my first evil deed, it served to sharpen my desires and needs, and
moreover, it also endowed me with much confidence since the greatest reason of killing
people is nothing but to see with how much ease they can escape the trial�for
me that was the logic; it was as simple as that!

These memories aren�t as hazy as those of my childhood, so I
can tell you with certainty that I killed my own grandfather too.

�I got some sedatives dissolved in his sake, soon the old
asshole was half swooning�I used the opportunity to tie him down in our storage
room; Souta is always busy with games and studies, so he wouldn�t be a bother
at all.

On recovering his senses, he was weeping like the pathetic
old fool he was, and was constantly repeating,
�Please tell me
Ka-gome�wh-what do you want?....your mother was right, that�s where she went�to
find a proper doctor for curing you��

Blah...blah�he said lots of stupid things that I am not even
bothering to tell you all; in a very precise manner, he was whimpering about
how badly he disbelieved my mother who was certain of my involvement in Hojo�s
mutilation and my dad�s murder.

I feed him or rather over-feed him fluids constantly as he
was often found complaining about how dry his throat would get from all that
screaming!

I convinced Souta that Grand-pa went out with an old friend
for a couple of days, it was easy; and the rest of the time I spent whipping grand-pa or introducing boiling
water into his bowels through his old pucker!

At some point of time, I grew tired of his mundane cussing
and decided to sew him up�I stitched his
mouth, penis and anus; and left him to
die like that�till his internal
organs will burst eventually from the pressure of all the fluids.

Well, it was fun and he died at the fifth night; I must add
he died a bit differently though�he was
running a very high fever and the wounds caused by the whipping formed lots of pus�besides, the stitches broke near
his anus giving away most of the
fluids, but before that it must have ruptured his colon or any other part of
the bowel for there are huge sinuses of blood
and pale remnants of his entrails as
well�

I enjoyed a mind overwhelming orgasm that night tasting all
the goodies near me�his penis was a bit distorted when I found him dead; it�s a pity that I didn�t see him die though
but I made up for it by tearing away
his stunted penis from his corpse and roasting
it!

That night the chopped pieces of grand-pa�s penis was served
at dinner�Souta was curious about its taste but ate anyway without enquiring
anything at all; throughout the dinner I was ogling at Souta and how beautiful
he was becoming by and by�at first, he colored
a little but then, sensing perhaps my predatory
gaze, he avoided my eyes, ate quickly and locked himself inside his
room�leaving me alone to contemplate upon my actions.

��..

The next morning I woke and found Souta ringing mother�I
caught glimpses of their conversation, mother advised him to keep away from me
till she returns home.

Even though he knew nothing of grand-pa�s demise, he sensed
the wicked air; how very mature of him!

I tried to communicate with him and open up his door, but he
didn�t even yield to it�nearly one and a half days have passed when suddenly I
heard Souta�s scream; apparently it seems like he has injured himself and was
bleeding.

I convinced him of opening the door so I may treat his
wounds which he did�I took some mercury
powder and rubbed it onto his wounds;
being the child he is, he didn�t even understand how bad his wounds will soon
become.

�I told him if mother
urges him to keep away from me then, he should obey her�hearing this, he wept
and hugged me tightly.

�Sis, I don�t think
you are ok�sometimes you are this, sometimes you are that; I want you as
before,� he cried.
I knew what he is saying is true�I am not what I used to be
but perhaps it�s already too late�
�I know�don�t worry
things will be ok; now for your safety, don�t allow anyone to get inside your
room, ok,� I said softly stroking his head.

��..

Souta was locked inside the room�I locked him from outside
too!
He stayed there with no food to eat or water to drink, I
dumped all the household garbage into his room from a little window while he
would beg to me for food�soon, I dumped mutilated pieces of grand-pa�s rotting
corpse through it; at first, he screamed as if the house is on fire�but I have
no need to fear any chance discovery since no neighbor can hear his wails,
then, his cries of help soon numbed to muted sobs as starvation set in�.

Ten days have passed, and mother is supposed to arrive
today�Souta has started feeding on parts
of grand-pa�s stinking and putrefying flesh in savage hunger; he ate,
shitted and peed in the same room.

The unhygienic environment affected him badly and his ever un-healing
wounds became badly infected; boils
filled with pus started to grow all over his body�I would come into his
room and undress both of� us; being the
weak and hungry little child that he is, he never tried to oppose me and soon
we would fondle each other.

I would frig him and he would harden in response in spite of
being a child of only twelve years�I would encourage him and then, we will be joined together not merely as a
single body but also in the same manner blood relatives should be; I loved
fucking him, but I loved seeing him cry
after each episode of enjoying this guilty pleasure even more!
��
��..

My mother arrived at last and discovered both of us having
sex�she rushed to protect Souta but collapsed on better inspection of the room�s
surrounding.

Things after that are obvious; I tied her down in the
storage room locking the sobbing Souta back into his tiny room.

Up in the attic, I undressed my mother and as she regained
her consciousness, I gouged out one of her eyes and forced her to swallow
it�down it went.

I burnt the hairs on her pussy and stuck two huge dildo
shaped pepper spray one in her anus and the other in her pussy. Next I fucked
both her holes simultaneously, all these times she went on saying,
�Listen child�you are
not yourself; you are possessed�you need treatment.�
That further fuelled my antipathy for her and I sped up my
vicious thrusts�

It was a performance that was repeated several times
throughout the night�and I felt like having the circle completed; after all,
they are my only blood relatives�and at
one point of time, both me and Souta were nothing but part of her body, so this
is the only way in which we can be as we used to; and the only way of becoming
truly independent and detached from everything is to kill our own
creator�that�s precisely what I did.

It�s a perverted logic
but it served as effective for someone as perverted as me!

I whipped her as venomously as I possibly can, tearing her
skin to tatters; later I dripped molten wax on her nipples, poured boiling oil
onto her gashes and sprinkled salt onto her wounds�eventually I peeled off both
her nipples and fed on it just like I must have been when I was a child.
�that day she fainted and I have to stop; from the next day
I intended to use smelling salt on her to get a proper fill of my lust on her
body!

I got out all my rage and suppressed unrecognizable feelings
onto her skin; for me her body is nothing
but a sheet on which an amateur painter is to paint all that she
desires�abiding by this logic, Souta�s body was more beautiful, so I thought
more before making a strike on it!

��

I must remind you at this point of time that all my
childhood memories which I already have narrated to you before were properly
recollected by me much later & ahead of this time; so, at that time no
matter how many I have killed or remember killing�I was still a novice at heart, and that made this entire killing
business very much appealing to me!

Well, the next day�I inserted hot iron into her pussy and
anus; and peeled off the flesh from her arms and legs�at this point, she must
have been expecting to faint again, so when she didn�t she looked really sad!

Seeing her expression, I felt an immediate desire to alter
it�the best means of executing which would mean working to develop her visage;
I poured molten wax mixed with chili powder on the remaining eye of her, thus
blinding her entirely and shaved off both her ears�now that is what you call as
deaf and blind, though not yet dumb!

�On those days I was
driven by a rancorous instinct, the ferocity of which I can never describe to
you�I became what you people will term as a true and inhuman sadist; but even
as all my dreams were enacted by me, I couldn�t find what I truly wanted�it�s
as if some part of me is still unfulfilled; I realized this much later, when I
have already familiarized myself with these �activities��but then it was too late for I am already addicted to
this beyond recovery!

The very thought of
not understanding what I truly want made my insides crumble in dark pain as all
my mind would offer me is nothing but emptiness�at
such times I wished to die, but DEATH
never came for me.

�it was all the same even when I was putting an end to the
life of my mother�I would ponder about what I really am searching for, knowing
full well this is not it.

��

�The third day, I was
continuously rubbing my mother�s reddish cunt penetrating her with as many
fingers as I possibly can. When I succeeded in inserting my entire fist within
her, I took a scalpel and thrust it deeply inside her�neatly cutting the
partition separating her vagina from the anus.

I took away the scalpel and reintroduced my hand roving it
around about her soft entrails; I forced her to shit through her cunt�it�s a feat that entertained me greatly that day!
I rummaged about her bowels and went high enough to tear
open her stomach, but it wasn�t just as easy.

Finally the time has come when I destroy her shrill voice
too�
She must have been screaming madly, but I was so obsessed
with my work that I noticed nothing at all�

So, when I did I thought to
stop her�the best way would be to pierce her vocal cord of course; that�s
exactly what I did�I drilled a hole into her throat and backed down her tongue,
successfully passing it through the hole; it all gave a humorous effect to the gloomy act that I was conducting!
Her body has already started
to rot�but she breathes quite smoothly, her entire form shivers on seeing me
now; I knew I have to make short work of her before she dies of pain!

��..

I hit her hard with a gas
cylinder fracturing her limbs in lots of places; her broken bones can be
visibly seen with bits of flesh (that I haven�t ate yet!) dangling from their
edges.

The entire room smelled
horrible due to the rotting flesh�
I split open her stomach and
plummeted straight into it; I pierced her lungs and heart�and applied carbolic
acid in her entrails; she was still
breathing!

I dropped carbolic acid into
her nasal passage, the smell of burning flesh and acid filled the entire room�
I drilled tiny holes on her
skull and suspended huge weights that neatly separated the top of her skull
from the rest of her head�.

I continued this throughout
the entire night, and at the morning I found
myself making love to a rotten corpse!

��..

You are probably thinking that
I must be very desperate to find
something to such an extent that I have to look inside people�s bodies for
it�but every time I failed, I feel so
depressed, no! Not depressed at all!

I don�t have that
sensitiveness of mind or heart anymore to feel depressed, so I feel umm�frustrated.

By the way there�s one more
thing that I pondered over too, but it�s just not as important at present�have
you ever thought how I knew so much about human anatomy�is it that I have
murdered people before too???? Or even from where I get this sudden immense
strength????

��

After mother was chopped, I
turned my attentions back to the half-dead Souta; he has already lacerating�the surroundings have affected him badly and
his boils are now malignant bleeding ulcers.

Soon, he passed away with the
face of a baby, though his body was contorted in severe pain�

I was as still as the dark
waters of the deepest lake�staring at the scene in front of me, lost in
thoughts; a drop of tear or two rolled down my eyes�

Now you all had a glimpse of
my voracious bloodlust�even when I am writing down these dark deeds of mine, I
can�t help myself or slow down to add any emotions to this!

At first I thought mutilating humans is my passion but deep down I
always knew there is something more to it�

I know I didn�t find what I am looking for�but nevertheless I will keep looking���
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