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A Twist in the Myth
By : Dunkelgelb
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A Twist in the Myth
Chapter 7 – Desecration of a Shrine, Destruction of a Village - pt. 3

Chapter summary: Naraku and Byakuya violate Sayaka together. Sayaka becomes pregnant by Byakuya. Naraku brutally murders Sayaka's junior priestesses, destroys the village outside her shrine, then implants a horrifying surprise into the bodies of the dead, for InuYasha and his pack to find when they arrive on the scene. Pairings: Naraku/Sayaka/Byakuya (NC).
WARNING: First half of this chapter is a non-consensual sex scene between Naraku, Byakuya, Sayaka, and her junior priestesses, continued from the scene in part 2. Following the completion of the sex act, Naraku kills the junior priestesses in a truly revolting manner. Second half of the chapter is all-out mass murder by Naraku against Sayaka’s village.
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CONTENT WARNING – See warning above
(Continued from pt. 2)
            As the nine Byakuyas and their women came down from their orgasmic highs, Naraku pulled out of Sayaka’s pussy abruptly without reaching a climax of his own. He reasoned that if Byakuya could impregnate nine out of nine junior priestesses within mere seconds, he could certainly do it to Sayaka herself. To him, she smelled especially fertile. Therefore, he refrained from coming inside the elder miko so that his own seed, sterile as it was, would not interfere with that of his incarnation. “Very good, Byakuya. You’ve proven your virility,” he spoke. Moving in the semen pool, he stepped around behind Sayaka to grasp her by the undersides of her widely-spread thighs and bring her back against his hard chest, grinding his pussy-soaked cock against her rear. Nuzzling at one of her rounded human ears from behind, he spoke his next command: “Now, come give this bitch your child, as well…”
(Soundtrack: Darkane – Imaginary Entity)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFoMRDzQbFY
            Reluctantly, the nine Byakuyas pulled out of the women they were sheathed within, their cocks backing out from their snug, sucking pussies inch by inch until they separated with a wet pop. Hot, creamy cum came draining out of the young mikos immediately, dripping onto the floor of Naraku’s demonic flesh between their feet and running thickly down their inner legs. The women hung their heads and sagged limply in well-fucked exhaustion, prevented from collapsing outright by the demonic flesh cementing them to the bath house wall.
            Byakuya dissolved his copies and turned away from the priestesses before him to face Naraku and Sayaka. Naraku had commanded him to impregnate the elder miko as he did her juniors and now he would do exactly that. He stepped down into the pool of semen his master had made, feeling the creamy liquid simply squishing around his toes, and waded forward until he stood between Sayaka’s thighs as Naraku’s tentacles held them open.
            Naraku slid his hands up and down Sayaka’s thighs to stroke her taut, creamy flesh. “Look at this body, Byakuya,” he said to his incarnation. He removed his tentacles from one of the miko’s large breasts so that he could hold it in one of his hands, feeling its size, weight and warmth. “Have you ever seen one so full, so ample? By Kami, these tits! This…this is a woman’s body, nothing like those girls you just bred. Touch her. Feel her for yourself!”
            Byakuya reached up and replaced his master’s hands with his own, placing one under one of Sayaka’s shapely thighs, the other on her now tentacle-free breast. He squeezed and stroked experimentally, feeling her warm, smooth flesh give under his fingertips and feeling her quiver by his touch. The elder miko kept her face turned away from him and Naraku fisted a hand in her short, silky black hair, jerking her head sharply so that she looked directly at Byakuya again. “Kiss her,” the oni lord ordered. “As appropriate for a priestess of her rank, she tastes…simply divine.”
            Naraku’s handsome incarnation looked directly into Sayaka’s alluring golden eyes. The bloodthirsty hatred he saw there when she made ready to kill him earlier had disappeared, replaced by fear, shame and arousal as she came down from the orgasm Naraku had forced upon her. Now, he would force himself upon her. Gingerly, he closed the distance between their mouths, brushing his nose past hers as he took her lips with his own. The beautiful priestess tensed between him and Naraku, sandwiched between their hard and extremely powerful demonic male bodies, and cried out softly into his kiss.
            Byakuya seized upon Sayaka’s cry to push his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Besides what remained of all the human seed she had swallowed earlier, the wind demon could taste her reiki interacting with his own youki in their shared saliva as he worked his tongue against hers. The sensation was thoroughly electric, like a million tiny points of light dancing back and forth between his tongue and hers. He drank his kiss from her lips for a few moments more, then pulled away to leave her panting softly.
            Trembling by the sheer stimulation of being soaked in cum, wrapped in hot, pulsating tentacles and trapped between two well-endowed, highly aroused demon males, Sayaka watched Byakuya reach down between their perspiring bodies to take hold of his cock. Even after filling her younger women up to the point of almost instant impregnation, his demonic sexual constitution caused him to soften only slightly in the meantime. The coat of lubrication he still bore, a mixture of a young priestess’ hot, milky pussy cream and his own seed, allowed him to stroke himself back to full, pulsating erection very quickly. Sayaka gasped as Byakuya pressed his cock’s massive crown to her cunt, feeling a male’s heart beating against her most private flesh for the second time that night. To her, he felt as big as Naraku and her pussy still throbbed by the ruthless spearing the oni lord had given it.
            “I guess I deserve this, being raped like the cock-sucking whore I am,” Sayaka mused bitterly to Byakuya, hoping that the wind demon might spare her even though she had legitimately tried to kill him less than half an hour before. Then, she would have acted as a merciless, demon-slaying bitch to him and she would have killed him even if he had pleaded for his life. Therefore, she knew that she probably wouldn’t receive any mercy from him now, but still she hoped. The idea hadn’t occurred to her before, given that she and Byakuya were of different species, but she now knew that if he entered her and fucked her until he came inside her, she would almost certainly become pregnant. Nearing her thirties, she was far older than most first-time mothers of her time, and she had never really thought about having children. She certainly hadn’t thought of having a child sired by one of her supposed natural enemies. Now, the moment was upon her and she felt only fear.
            “You’re no whore. You’re…an entrepreneur. A valuable part of your community,” Byakuya comforted to Sayaka. He said this as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, feeling himself swelling to maximum size and hardness by the hot, smoothly lubricated sensation as well as the mere prospect of giving her his child. When she spoke to him of being a ‘whore,’ a pang of guilt entered his heart and the pressure in his head flared up slightly. Raping and impregnating the other women had weakened Naraku’s block on his conscience and now that he made ready to take Sayaka herself, the look in her eyes and the defeated tone in her voice caused it to weaken further.
            Still, Byakuya began to press his cock into Sayaka, feeling the silky petals of her pussy spreading wide to accept his cock’s thick head. “Please, forgive me!” he whispered hotly to the miko beauty before him as he surged his hips forward to bury himself in her completely.
            Behind Sayaka, Naraku smiled in approval as Byakuya went balls deep in the lovely Shinto bukkake queen right from the start. They gave up a lovely cry of male and female pleasure combined as their bodies became one. The evil oni lord then took his own cock in hand and pressed its thick head to the clean, pink flesh of Sayaka’s ‘other’ hole, much to her fright. “Now, hold very still, love,” Naraku purred to her as he began to enter her ass, sliding into it one thick, throbbing inch at a time.
            Sayaka shook and struggled helplessly, crying out as her anal passage filled up with Naraku’s monster cock. Byakuya alone was already so hard and huge within her cunt and for his master to try and force himself up her tiny female ‘backdoor’ at the same time made her feel as if she was about to tear in half. Naraku was well lubricated with a coat of her vaginal fluids but the gripping tightness of her ass and his sheer size made the going excruciatingly slow.
            Byakuya fought to keep himself still by the incredible pleasure assaulting him. Sayaka’s pussy rippled and milked around him with breathtaking heat and texture, twitching in time with the beat of her heart, and her cervix cupped over his cock’s big head perfectly, reacting to the taste of his pre-cum to spasm open and closed over and over. The very center of her womanhood lay bare to him. Then, as Naraku entered Sayaka’s ass from behind, the male wind demon could feel his master’s phallus sliding up alongside his own, their steely lengths separated only by a thin wall of the miko’s most secret female tissues. With a cock as big as Naraku’s filling Sayaka’s ass, Byakuya felt the miko’s pussy become even tighter around him, amplifying the sensations to the point that he simply could not stand to hold still any longer.
            Breathing harsh and husky by the forbidden, very nearly painful pleasure of taking two such well-endowed men at once, Sayaka gazed distantly up at the fleshy ceiling of the demon-possessed bath house, her golden eyes unfocused and clouded with tears as Naraku and Byakuya began to move within her. The male wind demon backed out of her cunt by a single, experimental inch and slid back in, shuddering by the pleasure it caused for him. Naraku gave a short stroke into her ass, timing his thrust with Byakuya’s so that the two of them moved in and out of the miko’s body at the same time. Soon, they found their rhythm and their pumping became longer, faster, harder as they began to fuck Sayaka in earnest, their cocks striking deep at her colon and cervix at once in a ruthless, two-pronged assault.
            Earlier, Naraku had denied himself release while using Sayaka’s pussy, but the miko’s ass felt just as good and now he could feel the pulsating, ejaculatory pressure of male orgasm building rapidly within him again. This time, he wouldn’t stop or pull out. To accentuate his own pleasure, he willed a new tentacle to grow from the fleshy ceiling directly above Sayaka’s head, one unlike the glossy black ones restraining her body as living ropes. Decidedly phallic by the broad, mushroomed head at the end, it was as a very long, flexible version of his own cock, constituted of reddish-pink, semi-transparent matter so that he, Byakuya and Sayaka together could see the creamy white cum pumping through its inner channel when his orgasm came.
            Sayaka recoiled at the sight of Naraku’s latest horrifying creation descending from the ceiling above her head. The thing was at least four feet long and seemed to slither out of its gooey aperture as some kind of especially evil-looking snake. Naraku grasped the miko’s head by her hair and with considerable force, tilted it back so that her mouth and throat were lined up for his transparent tentacle cock’s entry. Squeezing her eyes shut, Sayaka felt the wriggling tentacle position its broad head at her lips, its thoroughly masculine scent filling her nose. She opened her mouth to scream and Naraku shoved his inhuman appendage deep into it, plunging it down her throat, past her gullet and into her very esophagus. Her scream became as a muffled gurgle.
            Pumping his cock in and out of her sopping cunt all the while, Byakuya winced at the sight of Sayaka’s throat stretching to accommodate the massive demonic phallus raping it, stretched out from her chin all the way down to the hollow of her collarbone. Naraku was violating her very chest cavity. Glancing at her neck, the wind demon could see the priestess’ larynx and carotid artery squeezed tight against her skin from the inside, her artery beating visibly by her rapid, audible pulse. Naraku then pulled his meaty tentacle cock out until its crown emerged from Sayaka’s widely-stretched lips, letting her breathe just enough so that she could stay conscious, and slammed it right back down her throat.
            This was the brutal rhythm Naraku set: as he and Byakuya thrust up into Sayaka’s ass and pussy, Naraku pulled his tentacle out of her mouth, letting her inhale. When he and his incarnation pulled out on their backstrokes, he shoved his tentacle back down her throat, so far down that he could feel it battering her heart and lungs aside by its girth on its way to her stomach. Finally, the heinous oni lord pulled his demon phallus out so that Sayaka could exhale and he began the terrible process all over again. One throbbing demon cock thrust in perfect counterpoint to two others inside one woman’s body, and what had once been an ordinary Japanese bath house filled with the sounds of the most hideous sexual defilement Japan had ever seen, or perhaps might ever see. Gush. Slurp. Gurgle.
            Sayaka’s nine younger priestesses, whimpering and weeping as they hung limply from the flesh wall in the aftermath of their forcible impregnation by Byakuya and his copies, went unattended all this time. Naraku decided to include those women in the ‘fun’ and directed a series of new tentacle cocks, each exactly like the one fucking Sayaka’s face, to sprout from the flesh walls around them. There were twenty-seven of them in all, three for each woman, and they surged forward to fill an empty pussy, ass or mouth as needed. These new tentacles were not gentle and they speared into the girls’ unsuspecting bodies regardless of how badly it hurt them.
            Byakuya felt his head positively spinning as orgasm began to take him. The choking sounds of Sayaka’s young mikos as Naraku began to fuck them were flat and muted in his ears, drowned out by the pounding beat of his heart. His big wind demon balls drew up tight to his body and he hammered his swelling, arching cock away at Sayaka’s cervix, pumping through her hot, grasping pussy flesh to take himself over the edge. He closed his cobalt blue eyes as jet after jet of hot, creamy cum seared up his cock and burst out of it directly into Sayaka’s hungry womb, absolutely flooding it with extremely potent wind demon sperm that immediately began to seek the precious jewel of her egg.
            Inside Sayaka’s body, Naraku felt Byakuya’s cock jerking and twitching against his own by the ejaculations pumping through it and he allowed his own release to come. His own cock grew even bigger and harder in the miko’s ass and quivered for a single moment before a positively volcanic eruption of cum finished the journey that had begun deep in his highly-productive demon balls. He hissed aloud and his muscles clenched beneath his pale skin as hot, thick semen exploded out of him in a series of spewing bolts that slammed right up against Sayaka’s colon, drenching it and filling her brutalized passage with boiling liquid heat.
            The bath house turned demonic rape chamber gave another terrible ka-thwack, ka-thwack as cum began moving through the veins in the walls and floor again. The walls were extensions of Naraku’s body and Naraku was coming hard. The oni lord’s thick white cream entered the tentacle cocks filling Sayaka’s mouth and the holes of her younger women, flowing closer and closer to their bodies in a rhythmic ebb and flow of pressure. The transparent tentacles were as living, utterly horrifying thermometers, each a visual indicator of how close each woman was to receiving the ultimate internal cumshot.
            Sayaka’s junior mikos screamed into the tentacles in their mouths as Naraku’s creamy seed burst out into their pussies and asses and shot down their throats. Sayaka herself watched the thick white load coursing through the tentacle in her own mouth and she too screamed, her scream coming as a hopeless, helpless gurgle as hot demon cum spewed out into her throat and stomach. Naraku relished in her suffering, the sound of her gulping frantically to keep up with the rapid flow he gave her. He pressed a hand to her belly, directly over her womb, and waited for the moment when Byakuya’s seed found its mark.
            Naraku didn’t have to wait long. Like the other women, Sayaka already had an egg waiting in her womb and Byakuya’s seed found it quickly, fertilizing it without mercy. By her great spiritual energy and Byakuya’s, the ignition of life force in her belly dwarfed those of the elder miko’s other, less gifted women: the child it would grow into promised to be powerful! Naraku decided that Sayaka’s strong reiki for purifying his body’s corruption and her newly-minted pregnancy made her valuable to him, to say nothing of her beauty and sexual applications. He would use her reiki for survival and assuming she lived long enough to actually give birth to Byakuya’s child, he could use the child for other, decidedly nefarious purposes. However, her younger women, with their less developed bodies and weaker pregnancies, were much less valuable and Naraku did not feel inclined to take them with him. They were witnesses to his presence. He could not allow them to live.
            By Naraku’s will, the tentacle cocks in the young mikos’ mouths pulled out suddenly, having pumped whole pints of cum down into their stomachs and the women took gasping breaths of desperately needed air. They began to vomit pure cum immediately, coughing it up in heavy, projectile-like wads, but before they could empty their stomachs or catch their breaths completely, the tentacles rammed back down into them, entering not their esophagi, but their tracheas. The tentacle cocks reached deep down the girls’ windpipes to plant their broad, spewing heads in the spot where their windpipes branched out into their lungs’ bronchial tubes, and proceeded to pump their lungs full of cum.
            Naraku pulled the tentacle cock in Sayaka’s mouth out to let her breathe as her junior mikos drowned in his seed. The horrible thing continued to spew unabated, flailing around to ejaculate all over him, Byakuya and Sayaka, drenching every inch of their bodies and hair with hot, white reproductive fluid. Sayaka coughed desperately, hacking up semen all over Byakuya’s face and chest even as the stuff rained down on her from above, and she caught sight of her young women as the life left their bodies.
            “No…God, no!” Sayaka mouthed, realizing what Naraku was doing to her girls. He was killing them with his cum. “Stop! Please!”
            “You are useful. They are much less so,” Naraku replied coldly to Sayaka, grasping her head so that she couldn’t look away from her dying women. “Now, watch.”
            The young mikos’ chests puffed out, their breasts rising in unison as if they were each taking a long, deep breath. In a sense, they were as the semen pumping into their lungs began to pressurize by the sheer force and volume with which Naraku shot it. Using his demonic telepathy, Naraku shared all nine girls’ experiences and thoughts with Sayaka, letting the elder miko feel them die. Sayaka shook and screamed wordlessly by the thoughts and emotions the sadistic oni lord force-fed into her mind; suddenly she could feel and see everything, seeing the color draining from her girls’ vision, hearing their silent, mental screams of terror, hearing their hearts beating faster and faster, reaching a lethal, asphyxiating crescendo before suddenly beginning to slow down…
            One after one, the young mikos' hearts slowed down and stopped, the only movement in their chests now being the continued throbbing of Naraku's ejaculating tentacles. Sayaka’s sensory overload ceased as her girls reached full brain death; there simply wasn’t anything left in their heads for Naraku to relay to her anymore. The beacons of life force surrounding the eggs that Byakuya had fertilized in the women’s bellies dissipated by their deaths, new life snuffed out as soon as it had come into existence.
            Naraku reveled in the horror of the girls’ last moments, relishing in the unforgettable way the lifelight left their tear-filled eyes. He then imagined doing the same thing to Kagome or any of InuYasha’s other women, preferably while InuYasha watched. Indulging in his psychotic fantasies and the blood-curdling reality before him, he thrust himself within Sayaka’s ass savagely until he reached orgasm again, thick globs of semen trailing down his cock as he filled her ass to overflowing.
            In the deathly silence and stillness that resulted, Sayaka wept, sobbing in uncontrollable grief for her murdered friends, her mind reeling from shock. Naraku then gripped her throat from behind with both hands, squeezing just hard enough to cut off her airflow. By the oxygen deprivation and sheer physical and emotional stress, she lost consciousness quickly and sagged limply in his flesh tendrils’ hold.
            His body restored and his inhuman sexuality sated for the time being, Naraku pulled out of Sayaka’s ass and willed the tentacles holding her to release her. A flood of cum pent up inside her by his cock came pouring out of her after him and she collapsed into Byakuya’s arms. To the oni lord’s surprise, Byakuya collapsed as well, the strength in his knees seeming to vanish as he and Sayaka sank into the pool of Naraku’s cum. Weakly, Byakuya held Sayaka to his chest and slumped backward to sit against the edge of the semen pool, his breathing harsh and unsteady as the unconscious Sayaka sat draped over him. With curiosity, Naraku reached down to turn the wind demon’s cum-drenched face to him and look into his eyes. There, for the first time, Naraku saw hatred.
            “You…you killed them,” Byakuya whispered to his master, disbelieving the lengths to which Naraku would go in the name of sexual pleasure alone. By his master’s murder of Sayaka’s priestesses, the ‘block’ on his brain’s conscience center had failed completely and the wind demon felt himself assaulted by a host of new, unfamiliar emotions. Never before had he felt such a way. Guilt, fear, and anger roiled him: guilt for his role in the night’s events and the things he himself had done to Sayaka and her women, fear for what lay ahead for him, especially in the next world, and finally, anger for the utter callousness of his ‘master,’ his ‘creator,’ his ‘lord.’ “You killed them!”
            Byakuya lifted Sayaka off him, separating himself from her carefully and laying her back against the edge of the semen pool. Then, without another thought, he turned and lunged viciously at Naraku. He took his master down into the pool of semen, submerging him completely in the vile white fluid, and began to strike through it at his master’s handsome, yet hideous face with one hard fist after another. Outwardly, the two nude males appeared to be well matched, being of similar height, weight and build, but Naraku’s body concealed vastly more strength. Naraku simply lay beneath Byakuya and allowed him to beat him, contemplating the significance of the moment. Byakuya, his most loyal incarnation yet, was trying to kill him with his bare hands. He would need time to consider the future ramifications and what actions he would take, but for the moment, he had to subdue the enraged wind demon male, even if he posed little actual threat.
            Naraku seized Byakuya by his throat with a single hand and rose up beneath him, emerging from the semen pool completely soaked in the stuff. The tremendous muscle in his cum-coated arm flexed precisely as he lifted the wind demon up and off his feet, out of the semen pool completely, and slammed him down into the flesh chamber floor outside the pool with such power that the wood planking hidden underneath shattered. “You’re not thinking clearly. You mustn’t be, to try something so foolish,” Naraku spoke coolly to Byakuya, even as semen dripped from his face and his silky black bangs. He summoned his flesh tendrils to restrain his incarnation’s arms and legs as he continued to fight against him. “We will speak of this later…and you will not enjoy the conversation.”
            Naraku clamped his hand down into Byakuya’s throat, cutting off his airflow as he had Sayaka’s. The wind demon hardly stopped fighting, trying to smash his fists upside his creator’s head even as the color left his vision. Consciousness left him next and his body stilled at last.
            As Byakuya lost consciousness beneath him, a dull banging sound reached Naraku’s ears, the sound of something or someone pounding on the bath house’s front door from the outside. The sound was muffled due to it having to travel through the thick layer of demonic flesh covering the inside, but still clearly audible by the force of the pounding. “Sayaka-sama? Sayaka-sama! Are you all right? Please, open the door!” A man’s voice called from outside the bath. Naraku realized that the militiamen from the village down the hill from Sayaka’s shrine had apparently taken notice of the demonic aura emanating from the back of the shrine. Even if they didn’t have the training to perceive it as a miko could, they could probably at least see it.
            Naraku resolved to ‘deal with’ the militia and possibly their entire village, then return for Byakuya and Sayaka. Using his youki to vaporize all the semen clinging to his body, he summoned his clothes, a dark lilac silk hakama and haori, and his demonic armor and boots of gleaming metal plate and spikes to materialize around him. He willed only the flesh covering the interior of the bath house’s door to dissolve, leaving the rest of the house’s walls caked in it. The lifeless bodies of Sayaka’s younger priestesses would remain as they were: cemented to the fleshy walls, each drenched in cum with a hideous demonic tentacle cock rammed down their throats, keeping a much larger amount of cum bottled up in their lungs. Naraku thought to leave them and the pool of cum behind in a hellish scene so that when InuYasha and Sesshomaru undoubtedly arrived, they would know exactly what happened, the cost of arriving too late.
            The malevolent oni lord turned and opened the bath house door to find a surprised village militiaman standing before him. “Good evening,” Naraku bid to the man as he reached out with a large hand, seized the man’s throat and lifted him right off his feet, and crushed his neck with a hideous crunch.
            Outside the bath house, at least a dozen other soldiers from the village had gathered, lightly armored and carrying an assortment of weapons ranging from swords to polearms. They were hardly a match for Naraku. The one Naraku had just killed was their leader and after processing the shock of watching him die so suddenly, they raised their weapons and charged at the demon lord with a mighty cry.
            Protruding through his clothes and armor, several tentacles grew from Naraku’s back for him to use as his weapons. These were as prehensile tree roots that converged to extremely sharp blades, and the oni lord descended the bath house steps casually, his metal boots thumping hard on the wooden planks as he used his root-like appendages to impale, decapitate or dismember one soldier after another. Blood spattered hotly all over his face, clothes, and armor as he killed the guards at barely more than arms-length range. He took visible pleasure in their cries of death and pain. After killing six or seven of them, he saw the few that remained break and run away from the shrine. In their panic, they sprinted, slipped and fell down the sloped forest path that connected the shrine to the village down the hill. Naraku allowed them to escape, smiling as he heard the shouts and cries coming from the fishing village, followed by the ringing of bronze alarm bells. Now, the whole village knew of his presence and so, to his delight, he would ‘have’ to kill every man, woman and child in it.
(Soundtrack: Darkane – The Sinister Supremacy)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTSw2PfJx_s
            Using his youki, Naraku ascended into the sky so that he levitated high above Sayaka’s shrine and looked out over the forest canopy at the fishing village below. He spread his arms outward and dozens of portals created from his dark magic formed in the open air around him. Horrible monsters such as misshapen demonic insects and flying worms and snakes emerged from the portals in the hundreds and descended upon the village in one, massive wave, sweeping into its streets to begin an orgy of wanton violence that even Japan, in its state of lawless feudal conflict, had never seen. Naraku flew himself down to the village to observe the bloodbath personally, descending upon it as an angel of death, smiling darkly as his demons attacked the village residents in the streets and in their very homes.
            More portals opened on the ground below as Naraku passed overhead, producing demons that crawled, walked or slithered. As a nominal spider demon, Naraku’s favorites were his giant, man-sized, red-eyed tarantulas. These enormous spiders overpowered the village’s guards with ease, tackling them to the ground and beginning to feast on their blood and internal organs. Once inside the village, the spiders entered the village’s homes through their front doors and the sleeping owners of those homes woke up in their beds just in time to see the spiders position themselves atop their bodies and plunge their foot-long fangs right down into their faces, penetrating their skulls and sucking their brains right out. The screams that ensued, the awful sounds of people being eaten alive, murdered in their beds, fell as beautiful music upon Naraku’s rounded, humanlike ears.
            Hundreds died rapidly, violently in the first few minutes alone and only a small fraction of them were armed to fight back. Some thought to escape into the sea using the boats moored at the docks, but Naraku’s worm-like aerial demons pursued them, able to travel through water as well as air, and they dragged people off of their assorted vessels to coil around and crush their bodies underwater, or simply let them drown. Soon, the water nearest to the docks turned red by the sheer amount of human blood pouring out into it, a stunning sight for Naraku to see from his vantage point in the sky.
            Eventually, Naraku felt himself satisfied from all the murder and destruction and decided to put things to a swift, spectacular end. Floating above the almost depopulated fishing village, he spotted a tall, spacious horse barn on the village outskirts and used his demonic horde to drive the village’s last survivors into it. The survivors, around fifty in all, consisted mostly of women, children and the elderly, people that for one reason or another were too weak or slow to fight or run. They cried and screamed pathetically, begging for mercy as Naraku’s monsters kicked, slapped or stabbed them into the barn. Once all were inside, Naraku used his telekinetic powers to slam the doors shut and lock them with a wooden crossbeam. He then leveled an open palm with the barn and used his demonic magic to shoot a ball of white-hot fire from it, followed by another and another. The fireballs hit the barn and exploded forcefully to set the barn’s dry, wooden structure ablaze.
            In less than a minute, the barn was covered in flame, spewing thick black smoke into the sky. The screams of the people inside became all the more desperate and they fought savagely to escape from whatever opening they could find, only to be shoved right back in by Naraku’s demons. Soon, the smell of burning human flesh and hair reached Naraku’s nose and the screams reached a terrible, sickening din before falling completely silent.
            Naraku dismissed his demonic horde back into the portals they came from and as he flew over the lifeless village on his way back to Sayaka’s shrine, he cast fireballs onto every single house and structure he could see, transforming the seaside village into a sea of flame that illuminated the surrounding hills. At this point, he knew that InuYasha and Sesshomaru were working together against him, essentially traveling together, and so he anticipated that Sesshomaru would use Tenseiga upon the dead villagers. Even though the villagers’ lifeless bodies were in various states of evisceration, decapitation, or immolation, Naraku could not be certain that Tenseiga would not able to heal them from such extreme damage.
            To this end, Naraku descended to the ground, standing in the village’s central crossroads with fires raging all around him. He aimed his palms to the ground and this time, he did not produce fire from them, but shot gelatinous globs of his demon essence numbered in the hundreds.   Upon hitting the ground, the globs twitched and convulsed to life, spouting finger-like legs and beginning to crawl aimlessly. Their aimlessness ceased when Naraku issued telepathic commands to them, directing one to the body of every single villager, man, woman, and child alike.
            The globs of demonic flesh dispersed and found their way to the nearest human body, regardless of where it lay, on land or in water. Upon reaching its victim, each little horror sprouted a fanged mouth and chewed its way into his or her chest, nestling up against that poor soul’s motionless heart and fastening itself to its cardiac tissues. If and when Sesshomaru used Tenseiga to revive the villagers, their hearts would start beating again, activating Naraku’s ‘surprises,’ and not even another swing of Tenseiga would be able to stop what happened next. Awoken by its host’s heartbeat, each mass of demonic flesh would consume its host’s heart and the rest of his or her insides, then ‘hatch’ in especially bloody fashion and hopefully, kill InuYasha or a member of his pack, as well.
            When Naraku finally returned to the bath house of Sayaka’s shrine, he found that Byakuya had regained consciousness, sitting naked on the flesh-covered floor with his back against the flesh-covered wall, watching over Sayaka in a dazed state as she sat unconscious in the chest deep pool of demonic semen. Naraku stood in the bath house doorway, his towering, armored figure silhouetted by the pillar of fire behind him, and Byakuya looked up at his master with an exhausted expression on his face.
            Regarding Byakuya silently for a moment, Naraku stepped into the bath house and strode over to where Sayaka’s nine dead priestesses hung from the flesh-covered wall. “What…what are you doing now?” Byakuya asked of his evil master.
            Naraku cast a lethal glare over a shoulder to Byakuya, displeased with his incarnation’s tone. He then turned his attention to one of the lovely dead women before him, caressing her lifeless, terror-stricken face with a hand, admiring the glassy emptiness and broken blood vessels in her eyes. He then ventured his hand lower, down between her supple breasts, and plunged it deep into her chest, right under the bottom edge of her ribcage to break through skin, muscle, and internal viscera and take hold of her heart.
            Dark red blood, depleted of oxygen, poured freely out of the hideous wound Naraku made in the girl as he injected not just one glob of his demonic essence into her chest cavity, but over a dozen, attaching them all directly to her heart. He withdrew his hand and used his dark magic to seal her chest back up, then repeated the process on the eight remaining women. With all nine women carrying at least a dozen of Naraku’s monsters in their larval form, each woman’s second death would be especially revolting to InuYasha and his friends.
            Turning from the dead women he’d infected with his demonic flesh, Naraku stooped down to the floor to pick up his Byakuya’s cum-soaked clothes, tossing them to the wind demon in a wrinkled wad. “Get dressed and grab the miko,” he commanded. “We’re leaving.”
            Byakuya watched Naraku turn and step out of the bath house to vanish by teleportation. He looked down at his soiled clothes, then at Sayaka, watching how her chest rose and fell by her unconscious breathing. With his conscience unblocked, he felt as if some ravenous creature was gnawing away at his insides. Naraku would have him bring Sayaka along and he wondered: what would she say to him when she woke up? What would he say to her? Looking out over the treeline, he gazed at the flames pouring out of what had been a prosperous fishing village until just a few minutes ago. What had happened that night was already so terrible.
            Would anyone survive what was to come?

-To be continued-
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A Twist in the Myth	By : Dunkelgelb Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 18090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Twist in the Myth