Time was of the essence.
Her skin burned with an unyielding fever, her stomach groaned with an unending hunger in which everyone was prey. Her mind, constantly plagued with headaches, would blank out for as much as an hour on end, her trance-like daze only broken by sounds and other stimuli that reminded her how starved she felt.
Each day she felt herself slipping into the clutches of the disease she carried. She didn't have time to entertain her sensei's games. She wanted strength, and she had been given it through his training, but the real target in her mind...
....Is Akkuma.
No matter how she looked at it, it was Akkuma that started her downfall. A demon, that absolute epitome of filth. How could she, proud Priestess of the Aikayume, possibly let such a filthy beast slight her unpunished? Even if it cost her whatever time she had left in her life before she lost herself to her plague, so long as she could purge the blemish on her pride, she could rest easy. If not in this life, then the next.
Setsuna, lady of the night who had taken Azusa in when she was weak and alone. Azusa knew that the carmal den of sin she ran was a front for gathering information. As Azusa no longer felt she could trust the Byakko in her current state, the deranged shrine maiden turned her sights back on the place she had hoped to forget. If someone could help her track down a demon surely spreading corruption through the proud village of Suna, then surely the woman living in the heart of it all would have a lead...
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She returned to the Setsuna's establishment, a parlor of sin bordering the slums of the village.
Azusa knew the building. She had lived here for a short time, earning her keep in what ways she could. It was not difficult to slip into one of the rooms and wait for Setsuna to arrive to the building. It was still early in the evening, Setsuna would not be here until later. And anyone who walked into the room Azusa claimed she was certain she could deal with easily.
Removing anyone other than Akkuma from the world was most certainly not her plan for the day. But...mistakes happen.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Azusa pushed the end of her blade against the floorboards repeatedly, needing effort to force it through the mass of flesh in its way. "Shhh....Shhh...S-Silence, dearest blade. I...I promise! The most vile of blood awaits...Patience. Stomach this impure blood for just a while longer...No, do not. I will instead." Azusa reassured her blade, clutching it with a shaky hand, the Liberator of Darkness, the sacred blade gifted to her by the Byakko, yearned to feast on the essence of darkness. Demons and other things tainted by darkness and evil where its nourishment. What better weapon could Azusa ask for? A weapon that desired to slay Akkuma nearly as much as herself.
...But it did not want to slay the patron's of Setsuna's house of scandals. That would do nothing for its hunger. But Azusa was a different story...The mass of flesh was once someone Azusa knew. Someone who would indulge in her weakness when she had stayed her with Setsuna. He was not a target...But he reminded her of her weakness. He had wronged Azusa. He...needed to be punished.
It was pure coincidence he had walked into the room to partake in his hobby. It was pure coincidence he was someone Azusa recognized, before she had learn to block out her memories with poison. But that coincidence was all it took. She subdued him easily, but that was not enough. He was not Kyuji; he was not Hinoka; Azusa had no lingering attachments that would hold back her frenzy.
...The vixen could not tell if satiating her hunger helped or worsened her condition, but...the man was far more satisfying in death than he had been in life.
Azusa clapped her scarlet stained hands, attempting to reign in her mind from drowning in gluttony;
"Spirits of the sands. Spirits of the Byakko. Spirits of Aikayume.
Let strength be granted. Let light shine brightest in face of corruption."
...But it was of no use. The scent, the taste...it was overpowering.
(Spirits...thank you for this blessing!) The warmth, the succulent taste...It was maddening. When she bit down, she forgot about the fever and disease ravaging her. One bite made her stomach howl in anticipation.
(I was a fool for being afraid. This...is not unpleasant.) Why was she ashamed for attacking Kyuji and Hinoka for their blood? Blood wasn't even what she was after. It couldn't compare to the actual meat.
(So good. I...cannot remember...why I did not do this sooner...) It was so pleasant; why would she possibly seek anything else?
(Was...there anything? What...was I doing? I...I do not...I am so hungry...) Her concentration broke; her thoughts left her mind once again as the hunger overtook her, always leaving her in a lifeless daze.
...Only this time she was not locked in her room at the Byakko estate, and very much indulging herself at the scene of a crime.
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Her skin burned with an unyielding fever, her stomach groaned with an unending hunger in which everyone was prey. Her mind, constantly plagued with headaches, would blank out for as much as an hour on end, her trance-like daze only broken by sounds and other stimuli that reminded her how starved she felt.
Each day she felt herself slipping into the clutches of the disease she carried. She didn't have time to entertain her sensei's games. She wanted strength, and she had been given it through his training, but the real target in her mind...
....Is Akkuma.
No matter how she looked at it, it was Akkuma that started her downfall. A demon, that absolute epitome of filth. How could she, proud Priestess of the Aikayume, possibly let such a filthy beast slight her unpunished? Even if it cost her whatever time she had left in her life before she lost herself to her plague, so long as she could purge the blemish on her pride, she could rest easy. If not in this life, then the next.
Setsuna, lady of the night who had taken Azusa in when she was weak and alone. Azusa knew that the carmal den of sin she ran was a front for gathering information. As Azusa no longer felt she could trust the Byakko in her current state, the deranged shrine maiden turned her sights back on the place she had hoped to forget. If someone could help her track down a demon surely spreading corruption through the proud village of Suna, then surely the woman living in the heart of it all would have a lead...
-----
She returned to the Setsuna's establishment, a parlor of sin bordering the slums of the village.
Azusa knew the building. She had lived here for a short time, earning her keep in what ways she could. It was not difficult to slip into one of the rooms and wait for Setsuna to arrive to the building. It was still early in the evening, Setsuna would not be here until later. And anyone who walked into the room Azusa claimed she was certain she could deal with easily.
Removing anyone other than Akkuma from the world was most certainly not her plan for the day. But...mistakes happen.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Azusa pushed the end of her blade against the floorboards repeatedly, needing effort to force it through the mass of flesh in its way. "Shhh....Shhh...S-Silence, dearest blade. I...I promise! The most vile of blood awaits...Patience. Stomach this impure blood for just a while longer...No, do not. I will instead." Azusa reassured her blade, clutching it with a shaky hand, the Liberator of Darkness, the sacred blade gifted to her by the Byakko, yearned to feast on the essence of darkness. Demons and other things tainted by darkness and evil where its nourishment. What better weapon could Azusa ask for? A weapon that desired to slay Akkuma nearly as much as herself.
...But it did not want to slay the patron's of Setsuna's house of scandals. That would do nothing for its hunger. But Azusa was a different story...The mass of flesh was once someone Azusa knew. Someone who would indulge in her weakness when she had stayed her with Setsuna. He was not a target...But he reminded her of her weakness. He had wronged Azusa. He...needed to be punished.
It was pure coincidence he had walked into the room to partake in his hobby. It was pure coincidence he was someone Azusa recognized, before she had learn to block out her memories with poison. But that coincidence was all it took. She subdued him easily, but that was not enough. He was not Kyuji; he was not Hinoka; Azusa had no lingering attachments that would hold back her frenzy.
...The vixen could not tell if satiating her hunger helped or worsened her condition, but...the man was far more satisfying in death than he had been in life.
Azusa clapped her scarlet stained hands, attempting to reign in her mind from drowning in gluttony;
"Spirits of the sands. Spirits of the Byakko. Spirits of Aikayume.
Let strength be granted. Let light shine brightest in face of corruption."
...But it was of no use. The scent, the taste...it was overpowering.
(Spirits...thank you for this blessing!) The warmth, the succulent taste...It was maddening. When she bit down, she forgot about the fever and disease ravaging her. One bite made her stomach howl in anticipation.
(I was a fool for being afraid. This...is not unpleasant.) Why was she ashamed for attacking Kyuji and Hinoka for their blood? Blood wasn't even what she was after. It couldn't compare to the actual meat.
(So good. I...cannot remember...why I did not do this sooner...) It was so pleasant; why would she possibly seek anything else?
(Was...there anything? What...was I doing? I...I do not...I am so hungry...) Her concentration broke; her thoughts left her mind once again as the hunger overtook her, always leaving her in a lifeless daze.
...Only this time she was not locked in her room at the Byakko estate, and very much indulging herself at the scene of a crime.
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