Chapter 6: Good

Life was good. Enma felt everything was turning towards the direction that he desired fate to go. He had given a little reminder to the demon lords of the mortal realm who was their ruler. His cousin had been given a small taste of the punishment to come. 

Life felt so good; especially since he held Sesshomaru’s arm in his hand as proof.

There was one just one black mark that kept life from being perfect. His sweet mate refused to have him in their bed, or allow him the privilege of touching her in any way. He was even refused a hug.

It put him a truly sour mood that his sweet would allow him to touch her. He also knew there was no one to blame for it than himself. He knew that it had been poor timing on his part to ask about Kagome when they were making love. But he was sick with guilt at all that had been done to her.

His father had caused so much harm to others, all that had blood ties to them. He had poisoned them all, to have them be weapons that he could call upon. He was spared only thanks to his mother.

She had saved him and a few of his older siblings from being turned into weapons. She had done it despite the deep love that she had felt for his father. Enma could still remember the look of pain when she stood with them to kill him.

Tears ran down her cheeks as he had ripped his father’s heart out of his chest and ate it.

Sesshomaru was no different from his father. A poison that invaded others, slowly killing them day by day. Kagome was Sesshomaru’s victim but Enma would see that there would be no more.

He would make sure that the past was not repeated in his family.

“You look happy,” Emma said as she suddenly appeared off to the side. She walked to him, taking note of the severed arm that he held in his hand. There was a glow in her eyes that reminded him of when she had killed that lord.

Timid though his sweet could be, he loved the bloodthirsty side that had been forged by her tormentor. It was the survivor in her that filled him with pride even though he loved every part of her.

“Gave my cousin a taste of his punishment to come.”

Standing before him, he wasn’t surprised when she grabbed his bangs to force his head down to her level. The kiss that she gave filled him with the desire to take her in that moment.

He dropped Sesshomaru’s arm and wrapped his arms around Emma, he lifted her up. His desire gripped him like a feral beast raging for its mate; Emma responded in kind. Growling and snarling into the kisses that locked their lips in a furious battle.

He held her against the wall when he felt the burn of her power. He snarled in outrage as his mate tried to deny him what he wanted. But he released her as she desired, bound by his honour as well as their mating vows.

The glow in her eyes only shone brighter as if in defiance of the desire that rode them both so hard. “You want me?” She questioned softly. “Then show me in our bed.”

Without another thought or word, he had her in his arms once more and raced. He raced to their bedchamber as fast as he could, kissed her as he did. He needed her in the only a male could need that female that completed him. He gave her everything that she gave him in return.

Their tongues warred in that way that only lovers knew that demanded more and more. Gods, it made him want more of her, to feel nothing but her.

He slammed the door shut when they reached their bedchamber and gently placed her on their bed.

She was the most lovely being that he had ever set eyes upon. Her beauty only grew as the years when by and she became stronger; she was nothing like she had once been. The broken, angry state that she had been was gone. All that remained was the reforged woman that would glare down anyone.

He unwrapped her of her kimono like the gift that she was but was careless with his own.

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Sesshomaru burns the wound with his poison. The loss of an arm was nothing to him, he had lost it before to his brother. But the loss of Kagome and his children burned inside of him like hellfire. He would need to grow stronger if he wanted them back.

Enma was blood but was not family. Sesshomaru would have no regrets killing the ruler of hell.

He turned back down the hall. He needed allies for the wars that would come; he would conquer all to gain his family.

Enma believed himself the ruler of the mortal realm but Sesshomaru would show him. He would show Enma was not the true ruler mortal realm. But hell would be his as well. He would take everything from Enma just as everything had been taken from him.

Younger and less experience would not be his disadvantage in the battle of wills that they would have.

Reentering the room, Sesshomaru unsheathed Tenseiga. The blade was one meant to cut down the creatures of hell and all that came from the realm. He had been weak since Kagome had taken her life, was no different than his brother. But he was so much stronger than Inuyasha.

He would take Kagome and their children back even if it meant that hell would be ruined by it.

The flames that Enma had unleashed raged around the room like a tiger killing for the pleasure of death. Demons cried out in pain and drew their last breaths as they were consumed by the flames. It was something that needed to stop.

“I will be clear…follow Enma and you will die,” Sesshomaru informed as he swung Tenseiga through the flames. The flames rushed to escape but some died from the sword’s touch. They moved and dodged as Sesshomaru battled them. As he slain the last of the flames, Sesshomaru told all. “Follow me and I will allow you the chance to live.”

With last of the flame dead and gone, all fell silent.

He had slain the flames in his father’s fang, he would learn the lesson that his father left. He was a father now as well and his children needed him to be strong. He thought of that night when he had seen his father last.

He had been such a foolish child that knew nothing. He was still a foolish child that knew nothing yet he would not allow that to hold him back. He had not truly learned that lesson even when he had thought that he had. It was time though, to learn.

He would learn or die in the attempt.

The silence was suddenly broken by the deafening outcry of support for him. He simply left, it was only the first step taken…there were countless more than waited for him.

His father had been a good one and he would have to work hard to be the same. He would also have to work even harder to be the lover than Kagome deserved.

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Kagome walked down the halls towards kitchens, she wanted to be of help. She had never been the cook that her mother had been but it had been soothing. She wanted to be just as good as her mother for her own children. It would also help to have something to do again…music had become an unhappy hobby.

She had never been allowed to cook when trapped in the palace. She hadn’t been allowed to do so many things; life had felt so lifeless. She wanted to feel like she was living again and this felt like something that would connect her again to her mother.

How she craved to see her family again the modern era but that wasn’t possible. At least, it didn’t feel possible yet.

Cooking would be a good start for her or so she thought.

Kagome stopped when she saw Sesshomaru’s arm on the floor. She just stared at it, lost in a sea of emotion and pain.

Was this the arm that he lost in Inuyasha’s father’s tomb? Or was it the one that he now had? She could not understand why the sight of it caused her pain.

She did not wish Sesshomaru harm or even hated him when she knew that she had the right. He had done so much to her against her will. Hurt her, abused her and used her as if that had been his right.

Her hand touched the scars that he had placed on her back, tears flooded at the memory. She had been a thing to him. His sex toy and baby maker had been what he had tried to make her. Taking things away from her to try and break her little by little. All in his attempt to make her fit into his life.

A sob escaped from her as she was plagued by that memory. His claws sinking into her back so deep, how her blood had flowed free under his claws. Most people would hate him for what he had done.

Yet she couldn’t.

She couldn’t hate Sesshomaru no matter how much she tried. She had wounded him, told him what he was and yet Kagome could not bring herself to hate him.

How she missed Inuyasha and she had once wanted a life with him. But he wasn’t the answer, he hadn’t saved her like she had hoped. Like Sesshomaru, Kagome could not hate him.

She couldn’t hate anyone for what happened to her. Not even herself for being unable to stop any of it.

She just cried as she stared at his arm, lying there on the floor.

It all just felt so wrong.

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“You’re still in trouble, you know,” Emma mumbled softly. She snuggled against Enma’s bare chest, he was the perfect pillow after lovemaking. He was still inside her, softening from their session of lovemaking.

“How do I make it up to you, my sweet love?” Enma questioned her.

She knew he was plagued with guilt over all that had happened. But that did not mean that Enma could allow it to affect their lives. They both deserved a happy life without their nightmares taking life again.

“You’ll know it when you see it…you always do.”

“Mind telling me what got me out of the pit this time then?” He questioned her.

She turned to look at him, looked into the eyes that had saved her and loved her. He had become her saviour and her lover, giving her what she had needed more than anything else in life. He had allowed her the ability to move on by helping her kill the lord that had used her.

The memory was a sweet one in her mind.

The feel of the blade slowly cutting off small pieces of the lord’s member was one she cherished so. She cherished it as much as when she had fed those pieces to the lord.

To many, they had seen her as a cruel being for that alone. It had been healing for her to get revenge on the one that had raped her. It allowed her to move past what had been done to her. Especially when the same happened to that lord in hell.

“You’re thinking of that lord again,” Enma stated calmly. They both knew that Enma approved of what she had done to that monster.

“Yes.” There was no point in lying. “Will Kagome be allowed the same?”

He held her tighter and quite peacefully fell on them. It told her so much even if no words were spoken between them. Her love was thinking of doing something to his blood that would be far worse than what she had done. “I’m going to love it, aren’t I?”

“Of course, my sweet,” he whispered into her ear.

It felt good to be alive for moments like those.

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