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Demon Lord Inuyama Tsukiyomi who everyone believed was dead, killed by the enemy nation. Returned to help his younger twin brother, Tsukiyo, win the war. He helped him and his younger half brother, Okojo, mix between a dog and stoat demon, finish the war that had been going on for 50 some years. Now having the relief to leave his father's title to his younger twin. He left to retrieve his father's sword from the underworld; a powerful priest had sealed it there. After its retrieval, he was transported to his mate's castle, which was situated between his father's domain and the bird's territory.
His mate, Akabane Ryutatsu, given name Ryuuka, leader of the bird demons and a dragon hybrid of the crimson clouds clan, has been mourning him for many years. As the dragon blood in him was dominant he would only find love once. However his bird demon elders filled his harem with women from other demon clans, hoping that at least he could continue his bloodline. So when he hears of his mate's return he rushes to meet him. He finds them in the training grounds. Immediately seeing him, he began to fight him. After he reunites with Lord Tsukiyomi he takes them to the baths. Forcing all the servants out. He immediately begins to clean his mate of dirt and grime. "My dear beloved Yomi," he murmured. He worshiped the lord as a goddess and in his eyes and biologically Lord Inuyama was born a woman. However, Ryutatsu never treated him as such. But what about his harem and his court? How will they perceive this act of deceit? Only time will tell.
This story is heavily inspired by Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha and Chinese Drama's as well as John Micheal Howell and JVKE collaboration song, A Thousand Years. Thank you for inspiring my love of myths and demons further.
A/N: It took me a minute to write this due to playing the new Tomodachi Life game lol. But AUGHHH I loved writing this.
C/W: Jealousy, Risky Sex, Rough Sex, Edging, Kars is a bit cruel in bed.
That weather forecast last night was a goddamn liar.
The rain that was predicted turned out not to be just some light drizzle. This was far more severe than you could have ever expected. Your eyes slowly opened as the gentle patter of the rain against your windows stirred you. You didn’t want to get out of bed and go to work. You just wanted to relax inside with a hot drink and a show, and give Kars some company rather than vanishing without a trace for hours. It annoyed him and you knew it. But unfortunately, you had to get up. Body almost betraying you as the perfect being rested his arm on top of you. The weight almost reminding you of a resting cat. You didn’t want to move it. Feeling his warmth against you was comforting enough, and he was acting like a weighted blanket as you slowly snuck out from under his arm. Throwing on a blouse and slacks, you walk out of your room and go and freshen yourself up for work. An idea popped into your head as you glanced to the side for a moment. You had a heated tub. Might as well get it ready for when you get home. It wasn’t much work to get it set to heat when you would usually get home. Running the hot water now was more of a just in case it didn’t heat fully. Steam billowed out as you sighed. If you could only stay home.
As you put together your breakfast and ate, you heard the rain outside only grow. You took out a piece of paper as you noted ahead of time for when he inevitably woke up.
“Ran a hot bath for when I get back. If you use it just drain the water and fill it up again with hot water.
- Y/N”
The windows rattled slightly in the wind, your umbrella in hand as you braced yourself to run to the bus. Opening the door, you started to charge as fast as you can without slipping in any puddles.
Then the sky cracked with a brilliant light and a dreadful roar. The wind gusting violently as you held for dear life onto the one thing which was keeping you mildly dry. But it was far too late. You watched as it flipped inside out, the rain turning from an average drizzle to a torrent. You couldn’t make it to the bus. Hell you couldn’t go into work like this! You looked like a sad wet puppy shivering in the streets as you watched the bus leave its stop, leaving you standing there like an idiot in the rain. God why didn’t that damn report warn of this storm? You turned back to your home as you held your head low. At least you had an excuse to stay home now.
Kars had woken up once he felt your presence was gone. Grumbling under his breath as he sat up, his wild purple mane of hair even more messy than usual as he stretched his back with a few pops.
“That damn work of hers… having to pry her from me against her will…”
He turned to the window in the room, watching the flash of lightning as he tutted. Of course this weather was no problem for him. But for a human woman like you it was truly bothersome. You were probably going to be annoyed when you got home. In that moment he heard the lock of your front door open shakily. An intruder? No, he would have noticed it if it was. But he needed to be certain it was you. Kars pried himself from the comfort of the bed and strode over to the entrance to the hallway which looked in to the front room. Spotting the note on the fridge he mused.
“A bath huh… if she is now returning I could use that comfort. I haven’t had a chance to properly hold her as of late.”
His blood red irises darted back to the front door as he watched some water follow behind you. Clothes drenched and hugging your skin as you were shivering. It took the ancient vampire a moment to realize he hadn’t been asleep all day. You truly couldn’t go to work. He glanced up and down your figure, both pleased and irritated that you were too cold to keep standing like that. A loud patter of rain making it obvious the conditions outside were far from favorable, the rumble of thunder in the distance as you locked the door behind you, trailing some more water as you walked in. A small smile showed itself on the deity’s face.
“Back so soon dear?”
An exhale left your lips as you walk past him. Sending a text to your manager.
“Damn weather reporter couldn’t have said there was going to be a drowning amount of rain…”
You muttered under your breath as you turned back to Kars.
“I’m gonna take a bath to warm up. I’ll be out soon alright?”
You shut the door behind you, taking out a few scented candles and some bath salts you had saved for a day like this. With a lighter in your hands you held it to the wicks while you set them down around the tub, taking off your soaked clothes and putting them in the hamper as you sank into the water. It’s warmth enveloping you as the floral aroma helped calm your nerves. Your eyes shut calmly, letting yourself rest for a moment. To not have to work, even for just one additional day, was a relief like no other.
Kars approached the door quietly as he walked in. He had no need to knock, he was your partner after all. These sorts of things should be normal. You shared the same bed as him, this sort of intimacy should be of no problem to you. He watched for a moment, seeing how serene you were in the bath as he smiled. Cute. You really were cute to him. Not in the way he would view a human as a lesser being, more in the way he could envision you elsewhere. He took off his pitiful amount of clothes as you felt the water shift and Kars move behind you. Your head now rested against his sturdy chest. It made you flinch as you looked up to meet his eyes.
“I-I wasn’t expecting you to get in the bath with me…”
He looked down at you as he settled himself in. His lips teasing at a smirk as he spoke.
“What’s the problem with that? You are mine, and couples do this sort of thing, correct?”
You sink a little lower as he wasn’t wrong. Irritatingly so. Yet you didn’t bother to get out of the bath, you sat there calmly as you just wanted to relax. In the end you had ignored Kars enough to where this sort of thing was expected, and at least he wasn’t being weird about it as he just simply hummed and let himself ease.
It was quiet. A sort of peace you long missed as you just appreciated the company he was giving you. He kept his arms rested politely around your waist, letting you know you weren’t going anywhere until he was done lounging here with you. His head rested on top of yours, a content look. He really did have a pretty face. Slowly he loosened his hold, letting you properly clean yourself, as did he. His braid untied as he asked for your help getting his mess of hair all clean. His purple curled locks being slowly worked through by your hands, you didn’t see the smile he held with your touch. But after so long of soaking he finally stretched, looking over to the door as he noticed something. Hung upon a small hook you placed on your door was a bath robe. He tipped his head as he asked.
“When did you get that, Y/N?”
You turned to see what he was staring at, and noticed the bath robe your co-worker had gifted you as part of a spa kit recently. The guy was probably the one person you actually tolerated in your job, so you responded to Kars neutrally as you got out of the tub and put it on.
“Oh, W/F got it for me. I was planning on getting a new one but since he gifted me this one I didn’t bother to pick one out myself. I would rather save.. the…”
You watched as Kars had silently gotten out of the tub and had put his minimal clothes back on. Now looming over you with an irritated look. One of his hands was rested on one side of your head, yet not fully trapping you as his horns were nearly poking the door with how close he was to you
“…money… Kars are you alright?”
The murderous intent on his visage was noticeable as he seemed to be containing his anger. At least for now. He sneered, putting the hand by your head on your waist as he opened the door.
“I’m fine… you were saying that co-worker of yours bought it for you?”
A hesitant nod came from you as he tutted. Did you accidentally insult him? Well, no, you didn’t. He wasn’t angry with you. You were such a curious soul he would never get mad at you for misunderstanding intent. But that friend. Oh, he made a grave mistake. Trying to intrude on your private life with paltry gifts. To have an inferior being attempt to steal you away. Kars could get you something far better. Much more befitting of you as the two of you moved to the front room. You had moved a console out to the front room so he wouldn’t be constantly barging into your office to watch you play. Besides the couch was incredibly comfy. Taking the remote into your hands, you turned it on and booted up a random game. You just wanted to turn your brain off after that rather unfortunate start to your day. Yet every now and then, you glanced back at Kars. His eyes would dart from the robe, to the screen, then back to you. He kept drying his hair off, as did you when you had down time. But his was more calculated. More impatient. You knew when he got impatient, he wasn’t happy. And he only just got impatient when he saw the robe you put on. But there was no problem with the robe, right?
The robe was in fact, a problem. A big problem in fact.
Every time he looked at you, bundled up in his presence, it made him happy. But that damn robe you wore, that reminder of another man, it made him seethe. It felt like a wall separating you from him as he rested his head in his palm. Tapping his finger on the side of his head as he couldn’t get it out of his head. To him, another man was in the house embracing you without his body being there. And it made him angry. You were his perfect woman. His partner. Yet this man was interjecting himself into your life. God it made him hate your work even more. What would it take for you to suddenly vanish from him one day? What were the chances that this male friend of yours would one day take step in this house you shared with him? Kars found himself seething in anger, in a corrupted for of jealousy as he tried to keep himself in check.
But every moment he glanced back at your face, so calm as you rested against him. Looking at your game as he did when observing the world. His thoughts trailed to those of the future. Of a world where he was revered as a god with you by his side in eternity. Where you could have the freedom you longed to have, any offering you requested was given to you. To see you smile without worry. Then his gaze landed back on the goddamn robe. You don’t need such a pitiful robe. Poor materials aside, it came from a man who was nothing more than a scavenger trying to take from him without him even noticing. And he couldn’t help the thought, but he wanted to rip it off and prove a point. You were his. And Kars was going to make it known to that bastard.
As you had down time in your game again, you felt Kars put an arm around your waist, and turn you to face him. Holding your chin still so you didn’t look away. The same annoyed look remained from earlier as he spoke.
“Y/N. Will you allow me to do something rash right now?”
You had told him to try and keep his temper under wraps when you first started taking him out to do things. But the way he said it. His darker tone implied this wasn’t his violence emerging. This was something he had both waited on doing, and wanted to do now. His ruby eyes stared into your soul as he waited. Might as well let him be rash for once. You didn’t fully understand what he was frustrated over; but if it would help then it wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Uhm, sure. Can I save my game first?”
In that moment, Kars’s patience finally broke.
“No. It is paused. It will be here once I am done.”
You couldn’t even respond as Kars lifted you up like a sack of potatoes and started storming off to your room. Your body hitting the bed with a thud as he grabbed the robe you were in and threw it off. This was a jealously like you had never seen in him before as he looked down at you, your hands awkwardly trying to cover up what he had already seen as he caged you in.
“I don’t like that reminder of that man in my house. And I will make sure that man knows who he is dealing with.”
There was no hesitation as he moved your hands aside and over your head. His other hand quickly moving to your nether regions as he kept his fierce expression. He hadn’t initiated anything like this with you before. Kars never even had the thought cross his mind until now. Yet that friend of yours kept irritating him every time he thought about it, so he did not relent. It wasn’t exactly a delicate touch, but he was being wary of your less than durable form. In fact his touch as he pressed on your clit almost hurt as he eventually found the right balance of pressure and pace. Listening to your voice as you were bordering on speechless. Feeling your body twitch, he backed off. It was maddening, and he repeated that unsatisfactory feeling over and over almost in a vengeance you had no clue of. Eventually his pace stopped completely. You were wet enough for now. He didn’t want to wait and keep playing. He was riled up and it was visible. But seeing the misery in your gaze did something to him. The face you had wasn’t one that was afraid of him. It was simply displeasure with how he was treating you. For a moment it made his heart twinge. Kars wanted you to feel good. Not feel unhappy.
“Hey… I want you to enjoy this Y/N…”
Watching his expression shift from ferocity to mild concern was unexpected. His pretty face rested on your stomach as he let go of your hands, which both now rested on your waist. He was looking for any resentment. Kars held you a lot more delicately in his grasp now, almost like he was holding a butterfly that could break at any moment. You looked at the robe he threw aside. If it really was annoying him that much, you could just get a different one. One that didn’t make him so furious. You met his gaze again, the patience returning as he kept his attention on you.
“I’m just glad you noticed Kars… and I can go donate that robe if you like. We can go pick one out for both you and I on the weekend.”
Hearing your voice so calm with him grounded him. Even after hurting you, you didn’t feel apprehensive to him. He sharpened his gaze again. A blade leaving one of his arms as he huffed.
“Or I can just cut it up. That inferior man wouldn’t even know.”
You let out a small laugh as he retracted the blade. Your laugh soon got interrupted by a moan leaving your tired lips. Kars gently kissing your stomach over and over as he carefully inserted his fingers into your cunt. He was already in a mood. With the anger now a faded blur in his mind, the desire still remained. A pitiful human feeling, but one he couldn’t ignore. He was going to leave a reminder of his presence. Fingers gently searching around for where you liked it best, before pressing on it in an even rhythm. He slowly played around with tempo as he watched your every reaction. Each wince, each ease, each little change of good or bad. It was like he was playing a game as he made sure you were going to be satisfied. Hearing you finally enjoying yourself earned a smile from the man as he sped up his pace, feeling you twitch again. Just once, he would indulge this feeling of his. But seeing your head fall back and your spine arch, whining as he fell your slick coat his hands, it was like a switch flipped in his head.
Kars pulled his fingers out as he crawled back on top of you. Throwing off his clothes again, he looked once more for any sort of apprehension from you. Any look that told him he wasn’t allowed to indulge as well. He was waiting for an answer once again as he moved your legs so they were up by your chest. Yet you didn’t say a word. Voiceless just wrapping your arms around his neck as you saw his wicked smile return. While he would have mercy with getting you ready, there was no such kindness in what he did next.
He didn’t go slow. There was no getting used to both his size and strength as it felt like he was going to rip you in half with how rough he was piercing into you. Tears streaming down from your eyes, unable to decide between fear, pain, or pleasure, it was a look that garnered a grin. You knew he liked to see people afraid. And seeing you afraid while still indulging him as your fingers dug into his massive shoulders, it was simply making him go crazy. But what solidified his feelings, this sensation of complete control over someone so beyond his understanding, was the cries leaving your precious lips. The babbling, nonsensical pleads for him to slow down. To think through it. Kars was beyond thinking at this point. He had stopped thinking the moment you gave him permission to do something rash. How such a being could fall at such little influence. As your consciousness was beginning to fade from the pace he was maintaining, you felt one of his hands press down slightly on your throat, getting your attention again as he spoke.
“Don’t you dare. Ngh… you are staying awake through this dear.”
You gasped for air as he let go, your brief air almost leaving your lungs as he kissed you deeply. It was overwhelming. Each time you felt yourself beginning to slip into being unconscious, Kars did something to wake you up. It continued on and on for what felt like hours. You lost track of how many times you finished, but he wasn’t satisfied. He wouldn’t be until you were practically a part of him. For his claim over you to be known to the world when you walked outside, and more importantly, to that man when he saw you next time.
Eventually, you felt something shift in Kars as he had moved you to where you were sitting in his lap, his hands gripping your hips as he bounced you on him. He was starting to finally slow down. But he didn’t sound exhausted. The fog in your head clearing for a moment as you tipped your head back to look at him.
“Kars… don’t… please…”
His crimson eyes meeting yours, dark purple hair even more of a mess than when he woke up this morning as you watched thoughts cross his mind. Ones which you knew were clouded by his own pleasure. Maybe it was the position you were in, the way the light reflected in your eyes as you tried to reach that last bit of sanity he had, but his thoughts were all over the place as he moved one hand to hold your throat. He had done so on several occasions already, both to get your attention and to silence you when you begged a little too much. Kars simply had one thought cross his mind.
“You are my woman. And my woman will carry my reminder to that bastard.”
You felt as he pressed you down onto his dick. Not allowing you to move as his arms soon shifted to wings. Keeping you cocooned as he buried his face into your neck, a sharp exhale leaving him as you felt warm. Too warm. It didn’t stop for a while before he finally lessened the pressure on you. Watching as you finally closed your eyes in his arms, going completely limp, he smiled. After lifting you off of him and laying you down on the bed, he walked back into the front room, quickly saving your game and turning off the TV before moving back to the bedroom. Wings still present as he didn’t want to bother turning the back for now.
He observed you for a little while. Your delicate expression as your breathing was shaky. Completely out of energy. The rainstorm outside providing a white noise as he soon laid beside you and pulled you close. This was the sort of day he needed. A day of rest, without you leaving him. He threw the covers over both you and him as he held you close to his chest. Calmly humming a song, his jealousy now quelled. If he saw that robe the next morning he would just cut it into pieces. No use keeping it around. His lips gently kissing your forehead as he glanced outside for a moment, calmly musing to himself.
“I swear if that human dares to try and get close to her again after this, I might need to pay him a visit.”
Slowly, he felt his own tiredness grow. If only he could hold you like this forever with no worry of your stupid work interrupting him.
The next day, the storm finally passed. As promised, it was a gentle rain for the next few days. You could not move much once you woke up. Your hips feeling like they were jello. It took all of your strength to actually force yourself into a state where you could walk. Nonetheless you needed to get to work. Kars was acting as even more of a weighted blanket with his arms turned into wings. It was incredibly comfy. Hearing him hum was enough to know he wanted you to rest well after such a marathon. As you buttoned up your dry blouse, you looked at the robe thrown on the floor. Not wanting to leave a reminder of your work friend here, you take it calmly and put it in your bag of items to donate you had in storage.
Making breakfast for yourself once again, you wrote down a note.
“I’ll be home at my usual time. Go ahead and come visit me during lunch if you want, just be sure to wear some proper clothes Kars.
-Y/N”
You heard Kars wake up as you unlocked the door and left for the day, barely supporting your own weight as the warmth you had was still present.
“Hey Y/N! Shame you couldn’t come in yesterday… I missed seeing you! Want to go grab lunch with me?”
Said your work friend as he elbowed your shoulder. Barely catching yourself from falling, your replied awkwardly.
“Oh, uhm… I might already have plans W/F.”
If Kars got mad to the point of being that rough with you over a robe, god knows how he would act if he saw your friend acting this way right now. But you didn’t have to wonder long, as he froze upon seeing the man you fell in love with, and the man who made a mess of you yesterday. He smiled as you tiredly wave, and walk over to him before embracing him. Fortunately he heeded your words and word some regular clothes instead of his normal attire. His gaze soon turned to deadly as he looked at your friend. The words leaving his lips riddled with a venomous superiority as he wanted to make a point.
“She is having lunch with me. So go find some other woman to bother.”
Your friend timidly nodded and scurried away as you left with Kars. You had no energy to completely scold him on talking to your friend like that, but you simply leaned on the deity as he watched you eat your lunch peacefully. After all, Kars had no need for food, but he simply just wanted to be in your presence. He listened to you speak as you sighed through a smile.
“You didn’t need to be that cold to him.”
Kars rolled his eyes as he slung an arm around your shoulders. His gaze having changed. It wasn’t one simply just admiring your contradictory existence, nor just the one which found you to be the one for him, it was one tainted with the thoughts of last night in more ways than one. He started being more physically affectionate as he pulled you closer.
“He won’t leave you alone otherwise. Besides, you invited me to join dear. Maybe I should drop by more often.”
You just simply nodded as you found yourself being relaxed at your job for once. The weight of everything feeling lessened as you looked at Kars. He stared at the world around you like it was threatening to rip you away from him. Maybe having him drop by every now and then would help with his loneliness when he is at your home. Clearly, that day indoors was one neither of you would ever forget.
Idk if the developers did this intentionally but this powdered puff reeks of spoiled brat!!!!!!!! REEEKS OF IT!!!!
Oooooooh im so mad.
I defeated her but oooooh she drove me nuts. Her entire attitude. Yeah she’s cute but she took a baddass kicking character like this graceful fierce Noivern
And forced her into this
You can see the discomfort on her and she looks sooooo unhappy like what the eck!!!!!
I would rather join team rust than deal w/this spoiled peach of a pie!
I haven’t finished ZA yet but i really hope we get to see more of that fighting dojo Lebanne!!! 😘😘😍😍🥰🥰🥰
Kars stood beside Aritha, a black cat plush in her hand.
"Why did you buy that?” he asked, eying the black cat plush. Midnight hues glared at him as Aritha huffed. She was about to get up but an arm wrapped around her waist. Kars had used his speed to lift Aritha up and sit her in his lap. A slight puff was in her cheeks as she rounded on him. "That is none of your concern, Lightshow." a small bite in her voice.
A playful growl came from Kars. "When will you lose that that stupid nickname sweet Thia," his hand pressing her against him. Smirking she huffed. "Oh, would you prefer I call you Lupos?"
He chuffed back, a small smile on his face. "Your very insufferable today Thia ,"
However his eyes twitched as he felt something against his hand. Looking down he saw witch green eyes glaring at him. The maw of the creature lay against the womans lap. Its large paws sheathing sharp claws as its black coat shined in the light. Glancing back to the plush he rolled his eyes. Of course she would pick a toy that resembles ,her precious mother.
Why is it that whenever i want to read something about Kars
I get everything BUT HIM!!! Like just now i saw stuff from katseye johnny from fantastic four and other stuff that has no business being under the kars x reader tag.
Is it just me or is everybody else dealing w/this too 😭😭😭😭
Kars stood beside Aritha, a black cat plush in her hand.
"Why did you buy that?” he asked, eying the black cat plush. Midnight hues glared at him as Aritha huffed. She was about to get up but an arm wrapped around her waist. Kars had used his speed to lift Aritha up and sit her in his lap. A slight puff was in her cheeks as she rounded on him. "That is none of your concern, Lightshow." a small bite in her voice.
A playful growl came from Kars. "When will you lose that that stupid nickname sweet Thia," his hand pressing her against him. Smirking she huffed. "Oh, would you prefer I call you Lupos?"
He chuffed back, a small smile on his face. "Your very insufferable today Thia ,"
However his eyes twitched as he felt something against his hand. Looking down he saw witch green eyes glaring at him. The maw of the creature lay against the womans lap. Its large paws sheathing sharp claws as its black coat shined in the light. Glancing back to the plush he rolled his eyes. Of course she would pick a toy that resembles ,her precious mother.
I "finished" it in time yeah!! I spent all day to finish it i'm exhausted... Been working on it for days (but got the idea since last year).
So, happy birthday Ruggie!
You know, i've never been a fan of chapter 2, Leona is at his worst and so different from what he is today. But, but, I absolutely love their relationship and their "we gonna change the world" thing. I loved how Ruggie looked up to Leona and how he was ready to follow him without question. I love this trope. How he hoped Leona will change his life... Sadly post chapter 2, this idea kinda disappeared or barely mentioned.
So, I always wondered how Ruggie would react to Leona's graduation. Of course he'd be happy and proud for him, no doubt. But I like to think he'd be sad. Cause Leona brought him so much. Ruggie will be fine without Leona. But he doesn't follow Leona for money. But for what he stands for.
I like to think Ruggie will go to college (I'm still stuck at Trein talking to him about the scholarship for animal linguistic university), that's why I wanted to draw that as a gift :3.
Oh and yeah, all Leona's speech was with his underwear cause I didn't got a time to draw him putting his pants XD.
Demon Lord Inuyama Tsukiyomi who everyone believed was dead, killed by the enemy nation. Returned to help his younger twin brother, Tsukiyo, win the war. He helped him and his younger half brother, Okojo, mix between a dog and stoat demon, finish the war that had been going on for 50 some years. Now having the relief to leave his father's title to his younger twin. He left to retrieve his father's sword from the underworld; a powerful priest had sealed it there. After its retrieval, he was transported to his mate's castle, which was situated between his father's domain and the bird's territory.
His mate, Ryutatsu Akabane, leader of the bird demons and a dragon hybrid of the crimson clouds clan, has been mourning him for many years. As the dragon blood in him was dominant he would only find love once. However his bird demon elders filled his harem with women from other demon clans, hoping that at least he could continue his bloodline. So when he hears of his mate's return he rushes to meet him. He finds them in the training grounds. Immediately seeing him, he began to fight him. After he reunites with Lord Tsukiyomi he takes them to the baths. Forcing all the servants out. He immediately begins to clean his mate of dirt and grime. "My dear beloved Yomi," he murmured. He worshiped the lord as a goddess and in his eyes and biologically Lord Inuyama was born a woman. However, Ryutatsu never treated him as such. But what about his harem and his court? How will they perceive this act of deceit? Only time will tell.
This story is heavily inspired by Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha and Chinese Drama's. Thank you for inspiring my love of myths and demons further.
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You really created a twin sister OC to write Sesshomaru flavored incest when Inuyasha is right there, uh?
I want to put this out there. I do not do incest at all the only thing incesty I've dabbled in was Diabolic Lovers and that was ages ago.
I do not write incest at all and avoid reading it. Though, thank you Anon, you've actually given me an idea on how to integrate this scene into my original work. Which I've been stuck on since forever! Thank you!
My original work is Demonic Pride! Which is inspired by this scrapped fanfic and chinese dramas.
Scene from a scraped story that im now turning into an original story. Its called demonic pride
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Totosai breathed on the fire, their group and Sesshomarus had decided to stay since their lord could not be moved.
Gold orbs watched the two demons huddle close to eachother. White dog ears twitched as one of the demons draped an arm around the male. Who had a bandage wrapped around his chest.
The other demon curled into the moko in which it curled back the male following grasping the others hand.
“Their demonic aura is amazing,” Miroku starred. Inuyasha’s ears twitched. “Yes, even among demon kind they are a rarity.” Myoga nodded.
“Yes even freshly born, those two were menaces.” Totosai huffed blowing out flames again.
Whimpering was heard causing the group to turn. One of the twins was curled up the smell of tears in the air. The moko wrapped itself more around the right twins body. Its owner placed their forehead on its twins. Silenced engulfed them as their auras returned to normal.
The events of the past hour replayed in everyones mind.
Black fully turned to white as the woman fell to her knees. Nails that were already long grew longer. They dug into her skull as if in pain. groans were heard as pristine hair was dyed in blood.
A howl shook the air as inuyasha and kagome came into the clearing. Sesshomaru was on his knees. He held his chest as poison blood dripped from an open wound. His normally cold eyes were filled with worry.
Panting soon came from the hunched figure in front of him. “Wh-where am i?” Removing her hands she stared at the blood. “Whose blood is this?”
.
“Sesshomaru!” Golden hues snapped up but they widened in shock. “D-ddid i i do this?” She muttered in horror. A clawed hand reached for the trembling demon blood caked his hand. “Inuya, this is not your fault.” Seshomaru’s voice uncharacteristically soft.
Inuya scrambled up but blood poured from her own wound. One on her stomach that ran through her spine. Her mouth that was already caked in blood spat out more. She stumbled and Sesshomaru immediately reached for her but his own wound pulsed.
“Please Inuya, it is not your fault.” He coughed again reaching toward her. Gold orbs stared at the blood clawed hand.
after that inuya had run into the forest whereshe collapsed from her injuries
A/N: I had so much fun writing this. I got Doom 2016 set up on my computer just to get a refresher. On the shorter end so do keep that in mind.
You did not have a good day today.
People were beyond irritating, and worst of all, you got home late because of them. Both things that were benign and antagonistic were infuriating and made you want to punch a wall. Hell your boss was getting on your nerves more than ever now. But you weren’t going to tell Kars that. Knowing his distaste for most humans already you didn’t want to sentence the world to death by an angry pinacle of evolution. That guilt would be too much for you. However you needed to get out your stress somehow, maybe it was time to play that game you feared he would see.
Your hands gently taking the keys to the front door from your bag, you unlocked it and proceeded inside, kicking off your shoes and letting out an exhale of pure seething. Kars watched from the couch as the front door opened, book between his hands as he initially held a gentle smile upon his face. Yet it soon dwindle upon seeing your appearance. Your tired eyes heavy as you trudged in. Posture slumped yet tense as he observed your every movement. You had gone out today for work, and even your usual clean dress and cardigan looked like they were weighing down upon you.
“Welcome home dear.”
As your stride made its way to your office, you didn’t even bother saying hello to him. Kars could only imagine what happened as he felt his own anger boiling, he had no time to let you cool off. To have your attention and to hear your voice, it was what he craved right now. He was bored waiting for your return every single time, how could you just brush him off like that? But what made his curiosity and fascination grow was seeing how you were bottling such rage. While your face didn’t show much, your body certainly showed how you were feeling. Oddly it made him excited. He wanted to witness how you would lash out. How his woman got rid of her fury. Slinking his way into your office once again, he hummed as he saw your face lit by a brilliant red glow like one oh so familiar to him. Nary a word left your lips, yet your anger now wasn’t one he had seen before. You had yelled at your games, at people across the world, but such things were petty and truly didn’t get under your skin. Every time afterwards you just laughed it off and went about your day. This was new.
“How interesting.”
He mused quietly to himself. You didn’t even bother to put on headphones as your hands gripped your controller tightly. The sounds of the main menu radiating through the speakers. By now his presence in your office was regular and almost expected. Kars would question you about what you were playing with intrigue on how humans could create such grand ideas. After a moment, he simply watched silently from the shadows of the room. Might as well make himself comfortable while he witnessed this curious game of yours boot up. Your expression lent itself to one of a cold killer. The anger wrapping around into a strange calm as he watched the game start.
Doom.
It wasn’t a game you played often. Nor one you wanted Kars to witness in the slightest. More for the safety of the world. As you learned the hard way when you first met him, he certainly has no issue taking lives. God knows the glory kills might awaken something in the man, but you didn’t care. You wanted to get out your anger and enact bloodshed safely. As the sight of a demon-infested Mars lay before you, the Doomslayer’s helmet being taken and the game beginning, you found yourself no longer caring. The music echoing out as you blazed through the tutorial. It was a divine sort of rage you let take over you as you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at points to let go of the emotions. Crushing the skulls of Imps and turning Hell Razers into nothing more than splatters. It helped you forget about what happened today. And Kars could certainly tell.
He held his head in his palm as he found himself entranced. You were a human for now, but he couldn’t help but find himself practically daydreaming as he watched you play. After all, to see you go from terrified from when you first met him, to now so calmly engaging in violence, it made him fascinated. Every stage that passed by, the brutality only grew even more and made his smile all the more sinister. Even as you failed over and over again, you didn’t even sigh in frustration, you just kept going on until you reached the end of the level. Seeing you rip a Hell-Knight apart was beautiful to him in a gruesome way. As you decided to take a break to go get yourself a drink and something to snack on, you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you leaned back in your chair. Head hanging back as you saw the towering stature and ruby red eyes watching with a wide smile. Not one simply observing as he usually did, one with immense curiosity as your whole body flinched from shock, making you drop your controller.
“Jesus! You should have at least knocked Kars…”
“You should have said hello.”
He retorted with a twinge of annoyance. His stride all the more calm as he laughed and cupped your jaw, seeing the slight regret in your eyes as he looked down at you, then up the game.
“I never took you for the violent type Y/N. But I guess that makes you so much more fascinating.”
The way he held you was gentle, but he eventually moved over to where he usually sat and rested his head on your shoulder. Hands resting across your waist while he forced you to keep your attention on him. At least he had a pretty face. Intimidatingly so.
“Well, on the rare occasion I am incredibly frustrated, I play this. Sometimes my other games aren’t enough.”
You could see the thoughts running through his head. It was something far different than his usual train of thought in his new slow life. His inner conqueror. The man who wanted to achieve ultimate power, and thusly did. It was different from the self-serving man you met long ago, it was a man who wanted to conquer with you. To spend eternity learning all the sides of you.
And those thoughts of conquering with you seemed to surge upon seeing Doom. Seeing you tear through demons with such ease. But his curiosity wasn’t fully satisfied. He had many things to ask you, but he understood you needed to go do your usual routine when it came to these games.
“Hm. Mind if I play one level of it? You can go get your drink while I truly see what makes you gravitate to this.”
It was a bad idea. In fact, worse than a bad idea. While he has played some of your games before, this was one that might make him done with keeping this peaceful life and actually take over. But you had to get up. And the longer he waited for an answer, the more his arms were constricting.
“Fine, just as long as you don’t get any ideas.”
He released his arms as he swiped the controller from you. With you getting up and heading off to the kitchen to get a drink, you could hear that familiar evil laughter from the office. While you knew he was a cruel man underneath his gentleness with you, seeing him enacting his thirst for blood in a heathy manner was at least comforting. Drink in hand, and running a hand through your hair, you knocked and approached Kars calmly. His hair billowed over your chair as he blazed through the level with scary efficiency. He made the Arch-Viles look like nothing more than Possessed with the controller in his hands. Setting your drink down on the desk, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek once he finished the level. His attention turning back to you as he set the controller down.
“Do you understand why I like it now?”
Kars stood up and laughed as he pulled you close.
“Yes. It is, certainly enjoyable.”
He tucked a small piece of your hair to the side as he hummed. Seeing you finally more at ease made him slightly disappointed, more at the thought that you would turn off the game.
“Are you finished playing for the evening?”
“Of course not. After what I went through today with my boss… I’m not exactly in a great mood.”
You admitted. At the knowledge of it being your boss’s fault, Kars’s eye twitched. It wasn’t hard to read in his gaze that your boss was a dead man if you didn’t try to diffuse this situation.
“Let’s just focus on the game right now.”
An awkward laugh leaving your mouth. A huff came from Kars as he seated himself in his usual spot, and let you continue to play. The longer you let your frustrations go in Doom, the longer Kars was enamoured with the sight of gruesome bloodshed. It changed from a terrifying situation you dreaded happening, to calming. He seemed to notice enemy projectiles before you did, but the two of you simply enjoyed the evening.
“Oh yeah, the Doomslayer went on his rampage against demons because they killed his pet rabbit.”
A look of befuddlement, fascination, and a strange kinship washed over Kars’s face.
“Such a pitiful, but human reason. I too would endlessly shed blood if I lost you.”
You glanced over at him as you finished yet another level.
“Are you saying I am just a pet to you?”
An obvious tone of sarcasm laden within your words as Kars laughed and turned your head to face him properly. His eyes locking with yours as he planted a kiss on your lips.
“A pet would be short selling how dear you are to me.”
He looked back at the game before looking back at you.
