Pain. Was this pain? No. It was something far, far worse. Tip of sharpened blade SLICING through membrane, flesh, bone sinew... Blood, TAINTING object saved for HER. Dark eyes lowered to fixate on pool of crimson, SEEPING from teared apart skin. Pain? It didn't exist. All that existed was the MEMORY of a mother and daughter, hand in hand, heartbeat to heartbeat, SLOWLY being erased in this moment of BETRAYAL. Through gritted teeth, one sentence escaped; "What are you PLAYING at, Satsuki?"
– – ✦ Relief. Was this relief? Was this what revelation / ABSOLUTION felt like? Warm blood dripping down these shaking hands, these trembling fingers who clutched sacred blade oh so FIRMLY. Pale complexion almost dark against alabaster hilt; veins pumping, PROTRUDING when blood rushed through them. -- adrenaline? No, HEAVENLY RUSH. A bittersweet thrill; transient levity taking place of the body’s immense strain. -- ah yes, such an unknown sentiment roared in quickly heaving chest. Breath hectic, breath rasping against dried out throat. Steady, steady now ... facade FINALLY fissured; mask tossed aside.
Hot skin pressed against cloth; against cramping spine, shuddering body of an entity no longer human, no longer one who would terrorize humankind with sickly-sweet lies & rotten smiles. Sword dug through matter; through flesh & bones. Through sinews, tearing HOLES, tearing GAPS & gashes. Making loathed mother BLEED, BLEED, BLEED. -- oh, WARRIOR this is how it looks like; the blood of the devil never spilled once in battered body’s proximity. Never felt on roughened hands, never felt cascading over slender fingers. Over own skin; warming cold limbs in such a morbid manner. && the tension in lioness’ paws & entire frame which leaned in into the stab, into the trust of keen blade right through decayed heart increased (TAKE REVENGE; FOR THE PAIN FELT; for drowning innocent child alongside FATHER & SISTER). Shoulder pressed into spastic back, against moving ribs & violently shattered bones. -- can you feel it throb; her heart. Can you feel it leave perishing body; her aspiration. Can you feel it running, running, SPOILING agitated kamui; again the warmness of spilled blood.
you are impaling your OWN mother.
Flesh of the body’s flesh; blood of the body’s blood -- your flesh; your blood. Alas, this sword you are clutching? It lay burried deep inside ruptured chest. Her eyes, your eyes. Her heart, your heart. This body you are burrowing ? Formed by her hands (YOU ARE HER CREATION); ideals hammered into tattered skull with nails & maleficent smirk -- your MOTHER. The one who gave birth to you; one last glimpse of humanity found in long lost memories. -- the idea of true motherliness once experienced suddenly stuck in front of ashen hues; the horrendously BRIGHT memory of an infant child craddled to her chest; of father & mother standing next to HER ere butler took a picture. && RAGE rose within; stole the air out of her lungs (HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ??); emotional outburst triggered by HATRED, yet concealed. Remembrance hurt more than physical pain ever would. The ideals of family, of paternal LOVE lost midst battle-wrought chaos. Lost in the past. LOST when lived DREAM broke asunder. Ruined by death. Ruined by sin. Heart torn, torn, torn now; ACHING when guilt (WHY AM I FEELING GUILTY...) came crushing down; pressure on feeble bones almost coercing knees to buckle. -- (...AFTER ALL YOU DID TO ME??).
mother’s blood on your hands.
Matricide; such a grave crime. Betrayal; oft frowned upon. To chop off the hands that fed you; to end a bloodline cursed by insanity & madness. How noble; yet you carry parasite’s blood inside you. Cascade of crimson there to dye your black heart RED. How crude it seemed; to hand a daughter the tools to smash matriarch’s bones in twain. Father, father ... is that how it was supposed to go? Burdening small child with world’s weight, leaving her katana & knowledge ere CEASING. Burdening lost child with death’s weight, leaving exposed child behind ere DYING.
Head canted, crown meeting curved back; && RAGE rose within. Seethed in body’s veins; pulse hammering & hammering forevermore. Lids fluttering close; painfully shut, (SILENT / BRAVE SUFFERER) single tear burning in the corner of own eyes. To force daughter to commit the gravest of crimes. To force daughter to SCREAM for things she would never be able to regain. To force daughter to PITY a woman she LOATHED / HATED / DETESTED with EVERY fiber of war-torn entity. To trigger guilt; -- (FOR WHAT ??). To trigger TRAGEDY. to trigger own demise. (END IT).
To long for lost family. (mother, father, sister.)
& a body that belonged to her (first born) & her only.
Seconds prolonged, a single minute feeling like a forlorn eternity. Etching on & on & on; remorse yanking at determination; a guilt she should never feel. -- (WHY ??). Breath stuck in constricted throat, hands wringing sword hilt once blank steel had FULLY sunk into soft flesh. Nausea hit; unknown phenomenon; arms ACHING, dizziness bluring own vision. && RAGE rose within. Destructive, willing to fully expunge this moment of weakness, of irritation pormpted by something LIONESS would never have guessed. Shame; the wish to mutter an apology. -- NO!
“The time for speeches is over....”
Glare fixed; repulsion looming in every further move. Blood dripping, dripping akin to rivulets; singing of PURITY. Freedom bittersweet on the tip of her tongue. Truth exposed. Liberation finally found. Voice oh so FIRM & HARSH. As keen as impaling blade, as sharp as the stench of iron filling nostrils & restless mind. -- it is over, a silent plea, an outcry perhaps. It is over, your suffering, your lifelong endeavor / MARTYRDOM has come to a definite end. && RAGE rose within; one evoked by the steeling of feeble posture, one triggered by keepsakes. MEMORIES of DEVIL’s / MOTHER’s nails digging into own skin, digging down to the bone; cracked bones compelling proud figurine to break in HER gripe; ache prompted by her atrocious actions sometimes making something as trivial as walking difficult. -- && RAGE ROSE WITHIN. Bakuzan rammed even DEEPER into yielding flesh.
WARRIOR’s mother? alas,she already died decades ago.
