The panther demon panicked. He hadn't seen it coming as the small blade pressed against his neck. His heart started racing as he struggled for the words to come out. "Ple-ease. I'll do anything. I'll give you gold. A lot of gold! Just don-.." before he could finish, his lifeless body fell to the ground.
You shake off your hand as the demon's blood flickers off. You sighed. *Pathetic cat.* You step over his body as you walk away into a clearing. The wind was cold, and the gray clouds covered the sun.
Looking off in a distance you stood, your features hidden under a black coat with trimmings as red as the blood you had just shed. A hood was covering your face and the poison masked served a dual purpose, to protect you from poisons as well as it used to disguise your voice. *Mother.* her image resonated in your mind with every kill. Surely, she would not be proud, but could you be blamed? Life had made you this way. It has been well over a century and her face seemed an unrecognizable blur. As much as you tried not to forget her face, time seemed unforgiving. Her features were but a ghost, slowly fading away. Your thoughts were disrupted by a rather ominous presence. Grabbing the hilt of your katana, you ready yourself for what was to come. "I have searched for you." A cloud of miasma appeared and quickly dissipated. You took a step back analyzing the strange demon that now stood in front of you. He had long wavy black hair, pale skin and entrancing red eyes. Your features identical, almost. "Who are you?" You didn't hesitate to ask. You had to be careful. Something about him wasn't right. "I am Naraku. You are The Reaper. Are you not?" His low dark voice sent a chill down your spine however you kept your composure. "That depends on who's asking." You answer coldy, unwilling to let your voice falter. "I have an assignment for you. Go to the land of Musashi. In the village you shall find a strange priestess. She goes by the name of Kagome. I want you to find her and put an end to her life." Naraku ordered as if holding authority over you. Amused, you chuckled "My services don't come cheap." you grinned. You turn around ready to walk away as he throws a small sack of golden coins by your feet catching your interest. "You'll find I'm generous to those who serve me." A little voice in the back of your mind told you not to associate yourself with this demon, but you never did listen. "Very well. You have a deal. " You smiled.
Your name is Akemi (beauty) but are better known as The Reaper. Your mother was a simple village girl and your father was a demon lord. You were 200 years old but appeared 16 in human years. You had long black hair as dark as the night and on top laid two dark canine ears. Your hair complemented your pale white skin and your eyes, they were as red as two beautiful priceless gems. You were strong when it came to battle, cunning and deadly. You had very limited abilities as a half demon, only being able to mask your scent which made your female half demon scent undetectable to others.
You sprinted through the Northern lands. Hopping from tree to tree you limited your presence in this world. Preferring seclusion, you avoided confrontation or socialization with others. Fate had been a cruel teacher.
*Flashback:*
~"Give her back Inuyasha!" You ran after a small white haired child trying to catch up, he had stolen your doll. "You have to catch me first!" He ran mockingly, speeding up as soon as you caught up to him, until his mother stopped him, tickling him into submission. "Mother! Stop!.. I'll give her back her stupid doll." He said between laughs.You ran to her stopping in front of the black haired princess bowing in respect. "Thank you Lady Izayoi." You gave her a warm smile and she gave one back. Your small black ears twitched as it picked up the faint screams of the villagers. "Izayoi!" your mother ran towards all of you."Mina! What is the matter?" Izayoi attempted to hide the concern in her voice. "The village is being attacked!" Fear resonated in her voice as she quickly grabbed your hand. You couldn't comprehend what was happening. "Hurry we must go!" Izayoi grabbed Inuyasha's hand and ran towards the opposite direction. A hesitant Inuyasha kept looking back. You pulled your mother's arm towards his way. "No. Akemi. We'll be spotted easily if we're seen together." Screams of people were heard as you followed your mother quietly sneaking out towards the forest. It seemed as though you had both managed to escape, but you were wrong. The humans that had attacked the once peaceful village had followed you both. They appeared and surrounded you and your mother. "Well, well, well.. what do we have here?" A tall, middle aged human, who you assumed to be the leader walked towards both of you. Your mother protectively hid you behind her, your small hands crumpled her kimono, your face buried itself against her. The leader grabbed her hair, pulling her away causing her to cry out in pain. "Momma!" You scream as you run to her. "Restrain her!" the man ordered. Another man grabbed you, pulling your arm almost breaking it causing you to let out a painful scream. "Let her go! I'll do anything just do not hurt her!" Your mother pleaded falling to her knees. Tears flowed in your eyes as the man took her away. Unable to see her you pulled away to no avail. Only her screams echoed through the woods. The men laughed obviously receiving pleasure in her pain. Though they seemed never ending, her screams finally stopped. The man came back, his bloodied clothes reeked with her blood. "Where is she?! Where's my mommy?!" You asked, your voice breaking. "What do we do with the brat?" the man restraining you asked his leader. " The leader grinned at you. "Tie her up. It's the Lord's birthday. I'm sure he'll love his new toy." ~
You growled After nearly two centuries, you were still haunted by the past. *Please go away* You pleaded to the Gods. The memories were just too painful. Darkness soon started to rise. *I will kill her tomorrow.* Tired, you jumped on a tree branch. You laid back, closing your eyes but unable to sleep, you rested. Awaiting the next day to complete the stranger's assignment.
