My Servant YAFKYU !nmVOHsTRd. 2008/07/20 (Sun) 01:12 No. 15911 ▼ File 121651636613.png - (184.45KB, 567x437 , 1216427596340.png)
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All her smiles. All her little gestures that made her look adorable despite her disfigured features. Even those abominations gave her that kind of submissive appeal. The one that made our relationship grow in strength throughout all these days we've spent together behind the back of my 'wife'.
That monster who decided to ruin it all. Ruin both my and her lives, end it abruptly, in a most violent manner possible.
I carefully scan the disemboweled remains of what I used to call 'Reimu'. Now, without remorse, without a slightest trace of disgust, I admire the shades of crimson red that adorn the wooden floor she was forced to sleep upon. The pools of sickening liquid that was still seeping out from her opened abdomen just yesterday. Now only a dried reminder of it's former beauty, caked stains on otherwise perfectly flat surface. The stench is horrible. But it's nothing compared to the smell of my bounty, the one I acquired at the cost of my beloved 'wife'.
I still remember her suprised gasp. When she came to gloat over my despair as I was trying to vomit what was most probably my own child, served to me with cold neutrality, as a dinner for me to satiate my hunger on. I remember how she taunted me, seeing my despair and utmost efforts to get rid off all it's remains out of my stomach.
Now very calm, oblivious to the gory spectacle before me, I recall her words.
"Cheating on me behind my back, will you?" she said in mocking tone.
I could merely glance at her between violent spasms as I tried to let it all out. She was smiling. The damn bitch was smiling. Smirking at my defeat. Probably at her success at pulling such a disgusting plan flawlessly.
"How did you..." I muttered, forcing out the words. And in return, her smile got even wider.
"Shio told me about it. There is nothing that can escape the careful eyes of a mansion's master after all, be it through her own sight, or her servants'."
So that was it - I thought. The very one who abused my lover, the very one who treated me with cold reserve, the very one whose life I speared due to my precious one's pleads. As much as I wanted to kill that witch, I couldn't go against her words. She wanted to retain current state as it was. Only happy with so much attention she got from me. Broken. Depressed. Devoid of her former arrogance and malice. Reduced to something less than a woman, something less than a normal human.
To a pet. To a pitiful animal, happy for everything that her master throws at her, regardless if it's food or violent blows.
Something that she never deserved. Something that should've never happened.
"How do you feel now?" the green-haired monster asked me.
Everything I could do, was vomit. Until all of my feelings disappeared at once.
How suprised she was when instead of despair, she was faced with my sudden movement. How ironic that she gasped in suprise as I stabbed her weakest point with a blade that miraclously appeared in my hand just in time. I was amazed myself. That I moved before she noticed. Probably scared as well, when she slowly glanced behind her back, where I stood, with another blade raised, loaded with mana, ready for another strike, this time more deadly.
No.
I wasn't scared. I wasn't afraid.
That time, I could feel nothing. Nothing at all. Only later, a wave of delayed feelings flooded my mind. But then, there was nothing inside my thoughts. A black void.
"Revenge?" she asked in a weak voice, not able to stop the mana leaking out of her body. I knew her weak point. A wound that she received long ago, a scar that tainted her abilities up to the end of her life. But I also knew, that even with that wound opened anew, she could still rip me to pieces with just one thought. But I couldn't care less at that time. "How pitiful. You have no means to kill me, even if you wanted."
My saner part of mind flinched at her words. Indeed. She was right. A fearless youkai, a creature of no natural weak points and superior born-in power. One suited for killing humans with a mere gesture. That was the kind of thing I married.
"Ah, you are right." my insanity replied "But you can be stopped."
"Even so, I will regenerate sooner or later. Do you think I'll let this disgrace slip by?"
She was right. But still...
"Your words are heartening." my insanity chuckled abruptly "For you would never fear me, until I could truly do you harm. You really should reconsider the collection of your library, Yuuka. How ironic if your own creations, your own research, should prove your own undoing."
"No!" she almost shrieked "You are nothing!"
"And to nothingness both your natures shall give in."
I listed to her screams with utmost delight, as I cut her earthly shell into small pieces. First her head, separated it from the rest of her body. Then her breasts, shoulders, arms, thighs, knees, calves, feet, all the little pieces I used to admire and caress, now treated with the cold steel like if they were just meat, destinied to be devoured by carnivores. Like my own child, so cruelly made into a meal. Driven by my rage, I impaled the largest chunk of her body and released all the mana I had stored in the blade. The effect was spectacular. Almost like if an explosion took them apart, pieces of her flesh splashed on the walls of the room. And my clothes. And face.
But my work was not done yet. I knew I had to finish it, lest I'd regret it later.
Her heart. I had to find her heart.
And I did.
Still throbbing, pulsating with the disgusting force of youkai power of life, it fit perfectly into my hand. And I, full of glee at my discovery, drived my blade through it and stuck it to the wall, painted in red. Even though, it didn't give up on throbbing. How stubborn. But according to Yuuka's own research, as long as it remains wounded, closed in the neverending cycle of death and revive, she would be never able to 'live' again. Assured by that fact, I progressively gathered all of the remaining body parts and using everything I could find, decorated the bloodstained wall with them, making a wall of disgustingly soft flesh around the sickening organ.
On the wall, my 'wife' found her place of resting, cut into several pieces.
Now, sitting at this chair that I brought here especially for my dear lover, I gazed upon the massacre. Whenever I would see a trace of stinking youkai blood getting closer to the corpse of my beloved one, I would wipe it away with utter disgust. I couldn't allow something so filthy desacrate something so pure. I just couldn't.
I don't know how many hours passed for me in this enclosed space, full of gore and sickening stench. It was an instant when I suddenly realized that it's not done yet. That I couldn't rest assured just yet. After all, the battle wasn't fair. Yuuka wasn't the only one that abused my dear lover. No. To say the truth, the only thing that she's done was killing her. And her child. My child. The punishment she received was less than she deserved but I'll have to be satisfied with that.
Because there are still things to be done.
I carefully fold my fingers in a complicated gesture Shio taught me, to call her whenever I wanted her services. Magical resonance tickled my senses when I clicked my fingers, placing them in the second stage of the gesture. Now, I only have to wait...
