Divine Law by sugar0o who lurks

Wrath

Chapter 3: Ira

The hanyou mutt was bad enough, but now the miko had found herself a new protector in the great dog demon’s eldest son, Sesshomaru, and Naraku could not be anymore pissed about it then he had been for the last few months.

At first, he hadn’t even known about the change in the two packs, hadn’t known that the little miko had been absconded, and when he had found out, he had used it to his advantage to try and torture the mutt, Inuyasha. This had been a great deal of amusement for him until he grew bored with the dogs lacking performance, only to realize that without the miko at the dogs side, not only had taunting him lost its appeal but he was far easier to destroy. And while that was ultimately one of his main goals aside from gaining the full shikon, --which he wanted so that he could silence the multitude of voices in his mind from the combined demons that he made up--, taunting the pup was just not as fun as it had been before.

Rest assure he had tried everything he could think of to gain the same favors with the elder of the dog demon but it seemed that after the one time he had taken the girl-pup, the Western Lord had become seriously protective of what he considered his own. And the spider knew better then any now, that the dog considered the miko his, even if she was not his bitch, she was still of his pack, thusly his. It had infuriated him on more levels then any that the dog had the audacity to defy him, refusing to give the girl up, fighting him, killing off his puppets as if they were toys. Naraku had known all along that Sesshomaru was a fearsome power but he had never truly gone up against the dog demon directly as he had been in the last months.

All of his plans were thwarted no matter how detailed, how awesome and terrible, the Western Lord was always able to prevail and if he wasn’t the silly miko was. By luck or her very nature she seemed to elude him and as time wore on, and his want and need for the completed chaos marble grew… his anger swelled as well. He knew he’d have to try something vastly different then any plan he had set forth yet. Unlike the mutt, the dog was smart enough and well trained enough that a fighter would not be his down fall.

The spider decided he would step back and take a look at everything, take his spies, and his dark network of evil and use it to figure out the best way to take the dog down. Without her protector the silly little miko’s luck would not last, and he would have both the female and the babble. It took time but finally the right situation had come about, the spider would hazard to guess that the miko had come into the dogs care sometimes just over the year before. Through his spies he had found delightfully that the girl seemed to harbor feelings for the dog, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was Kikyo’s soul or if there was something with miko’s and this line that had them all falling for one another.

Naraku had seen in his mu incarnation’s mirror that the dog though denying his affection for the girl was slowly losing his will to deny her, yet he tried still to stay his cold stoic self to her. It seemed to be a losing battle, for he knew if they did truly become one, he was finished. But Naraku was not out for the count. At this point in the game, what shards he did not have, she did save for a very few. Soon the battle would come, and he would win.

He cackled as he watched his greatest plan play out.

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Her hair was dark and glossy, long and silky, and her skin was a fair maiden’s pale white. She had full lips, and full breasts, large pup baring hips, and her scent was alluring, the same kind alluring that sake had on the brain, intoxicating, literally. He hadn’t known what was going on really other then the fact that he had wanted her in the must unnatural way. He wanted her most, because she was not Kagome.

He had found that having the miko in his presence would be his down fall. Fallowing his father’s footsteps too closely he had revolted the idea, on principal alone. What was worse, was that his female was not even a hime, or of any royal blood, but a blasted miko that did not know when to shut her damned mouth, and was the only being in the world that could effect his control.

He had vowed not to love her, want her, and yet he had found himself falling, and falling hard, so when he had taken her to a ball, as well as his ward, she had watched over the girl and he had found a willing female. A female that had looked like the miko, had smelled better then the miko, and best of all, was demonic, and not a demon destroyer as the miko had been born.

Sesshomaru had taken the willing bitch and escaped from prying eyes, chatting voices, fake courtesans, and pressed the bitch against the nearest wall, ravishing her. He was so taken with her, unknowing of the monster he held in his grasp when he heard the miko behind him. Some savage part of him reared up, upset that he had hurt the little female, intoxicated and drunk on the female he held in his arms, he never saw her eyes flash scarlet.

Never felt that dark taint that was Naraku’s signature, but the miko had.

She gasped ignoring his growls and his slandering harsh words, running towards him, and he was ready to strike her when she managed to get her wily hands on his intoxicating female. The little chit had ripped her from his grasp and he had snarled viciously for her defiance. He would not follow his damned sire’s footsteps, he forbade it! 

But what he saw next not only infuriated him but brought him to a boiling rage like anger that could not be quenched by anyone’s blood but the spider hanyou. The miko had not only managed to pull the female by the hair throwing her down, but had burned her with her very powers, the curvaceous and intoxicating female’s back was revealed to him then, the spider burn marked her death.

Glowing green claws ended her miserable life.

The miko herself was beyond fear, and in her own rage.

Over a year, so much time spent together, things had changed so much, and it seemed still she was nothing to him. She gave him her own growl as she stalked off, ignoring the crowd and pushing her way through, her ire making her powers jump to life blazing upon her skin as if it were a fire. Sesshomaru’s breath was labored, his eyes bled crimson, his internal struggle not to go after his bitch even if he didn’t want her to be so. He cared, and he hated that he did. Demons parted for his flight, the miko would have to account for herself, her answers would define what punishment she should get for disturbing him, and proving him wrong.

He was Sesshomaru, he was perfect, he was never wrong. And he would teach her so.

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Far away the spider hanyou raised hell as his most brilliant spawn had been slain. He destroyed everything he could find, everything he could touch. Once again he had been thwarted. He hated them so much, despised them, and could not wait to take them both down. He might have at one time wanted the dogs power, and the girls’ body but more then anything, he wanted them dead.

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Wrath - (Latin, ira), also known as anger or "rage", may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. These feelings can manifest as vehement denial of the truth, both to others and in the form of self-denial, impatience with the procedure of law, and the desire to seek revenge outside of the workings of the justice system (such as engaging in vigilantism) and generally wishing to do evil or harm to others.

AS PER WIKI: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins#Wrath

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