Fifty years prior to when I left my home world, a weapon called the Shikon no Tama was entrusted to a priestess to keep safe. The priestess fell in love with a half-demon, who at first tried to steal the Jewel, someone she could never be with as long as the Jewel existed--but that part doesn't matter so much. The priestess had a kind heart [once] and took it upon herself to take care of a burned, crippled bandit who lived in a cave, called Onigumo.
Onigumo lusted after the priestess; he lusted after her so much that he allowed a swarm of demons to possess his body, rendering him a half-demon--a whole new person. He took the shape of the priestess' lover and made it seem that he had turned against her, wounding her deeply and stealing the Jewel. He took the Jewel from her and placed it back in the village. The half-demon lover sensed something was wrong and went to the village to retrieve the Jewel, but then Onigumo--Naraku--took the priestess' shape and told the village that her lover was coming for the Jewel, at any cost. He was made to take the Jewel by force, and the real priestess, seeing this, was forced to turn against him and sealed him to a tree with her dying strength. She said that the Jewel should be burned with her body, and when she died, it was done.
[Deep breath. Can you tell that there's a reason she's omitting names?] Five hundred years in the future, the priestess was reincarnated. When she turned fifteen, she fell down a well and into the past--what I call the present. She released the half-demon from being sealed to the tree and accidentally released the Shikon no Tama, which was trapped in her body. She also accidentally shattered the Jewel into many shards, which are currently scattered and need to be collected.
In the fifty years since then, Naraku has been killing and hurting people everywhere. An entire lineage cursed with a wind tunnel in their hand, something that will one day swallow them up. So many people, left without loved ones or families. [She hates that she's choking up here.]
Usagi-san. He lured the troupe of demon slayers out of my village on a fake mission. While we were there, he possessed my brother. He made him kill his friends, our father--people he loved--and made him try to kill me. Then, he sent a horde of demons to slaughter the rest of my village. Mothers, fathers, children--every single one of them, a good person. Dead. I clawed myself out of my own grave to get revenge, and what did Naraku do? He told me that the one responsible for all of the death was the unsealed half-demon lover of the priestess--the person trying to stop him. When I finally figured out the truth [a bitter laugh] he had resurrected my brother with a shard of the Shikon no Tama and had already begun manipulating him for more death, more destruction.
Someone like that cannot be redeemed. No matter how hard you wish it.
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Date: 2011-07-22 05:59 am (UTC)[Deep breath.]
Fifty years prior to when I left my home world, a weapon called the Shikon no Tama was entrusted to a priestess to keep safe. The priestess fell in love with a half-demon, who at first tried to steal the Jewel, someone she could never be with as long as the Jewel existed--but that part doesn't matter so much. The priestess had a kind heart [once] and took it upon herself to take care of a burned, crippled bandit who lived in a cave, called Onigumo.
Onigumo lusted after the priestess; he lusted after her so much that he allowed a swarm of demons to possess his body, rendering him a half-demon--a whole new person. He took the shape of the priestess' lover and made it seem that he had turned against her, wounding her deeply and stealing the Jewel. He took the Jewel from her and placed it back in the village. The half-demon lover sensed something was wrong and went to the village to retrieve the Jewel, but then Onigumo--Naraku--took the priestess' shape and told the village that her lover was coming for the Jewel, at any cost. He was made to take the Jewel by force, and the real priestess, seeing this, was forced to turn against him and sealed him to a tree with her dying strength. She said that the Jewel should be burned with her body, and when she died, it was done.
[Deep breath. Can you tell that there's a reason she's omitting names?] Five hundred years in the future, the priestess was reincarnated. When she turned fifteen, she fell down a well and into the past--what I call the present. She released the half-demon from being sealed to the tree and accidentally released the Shikon no Tama, which was trapped in her body. She also accidentally shattered the Jewel into many shards, which are currently scattered and need to be collected.
In the fifty years since then, Naraku has been killing and hurting people everywhere. An entire lineage cursed with a wind tunnel in their hand, something that will one day swallow them up. So many people, left without loved ones or families. [She hates that she's choking up here.]
Usagi-san. He lured the troupe of demon slayers out of my village on a fake mission. While we were there, he possessed my brother. He made him kill his friends, our father--people he loved--and made him try to kill me. Then, he sent a horde of demons to slaughter the rest of my village. Mothers, fathers, children--every single one of them, a good person. Dead. I clawed myself out of my own grave to get revenge, and what did Naraku do? He told me that the one responsible for all of the death was the unsealed half-demon lover of the priestess--the person trying to stop him. When I finally figured out the truth [a bitter laugh] he had resurrected my brother with a shard of the Shikon no Tama and had already begun manipulating him for more death, more destruction.
Someone like that cannot be redeemed. No matter how hard you wish it.