Watashi no Tenshi by KorruptdWun

Prologue: Fallen

Watashi no Tenshi

Summary: The rise of devils and the fall of angels. A not so typical story over the battle between good and evil for a higher power. Kagome is ensnared in a situation she wants desperately only to escape as beings from a plane more powerful than her own arise and strip her of everything she knew and held dear. Regardless of whether light or darkness wins, she will lose.

Canon Universe: Takes place nearing the completion of the Shikon.

Other warnings: Use of dark imagery. Possible rape. Much violence. Lots of Nar(unwilling)Kag scenes, but rest assured, it is a SessKag fic. Mr. High and Mighty will only be taking his sweet time in appearing. There is some OOCness, but I will try to keep them as in-character as possible. OOCness will be attributed to alter-egos as they emerge later on in the story.

Prologue: Fallen

'Oh Kami...'

Kagome had long ago given up her childish notions of good defeating evil and all would be well. Yet even her three years in the Sengoku Jidai could not have prepared her for such carnage.

Somehow, in the back of her mind, Kagome had been able to hold onto the infallible idea that they would not lose. There would have been a price to pay for their victory, but she had always hoped that somehow they would win. She didn't mind the cost to herself, but she refused to let the others fall, to see their faces twisted in desperation before falling into despair and acceptance of defeat. It wasn't fair to them. They who had suffered so much while she had been born and raised, a spoiled child of modern times. They shouldn't have to suffer anymore.

If she could, Kagome would have taken on all of their burdens, just to protect them from the pain they were currently enduring...

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The battle had raged for hours. It had begun before the moon had set, and now the sun was past high noon. They had fought tirelessly against endless hordes of the lesser youkai, but they were only human. Too soon their energy waned as their stamina ran low.

Sango had tossed aside her heavy Hiraikotsu hours ago in favor of her lighter blade, which she swung with a vengeance, slicing down a score at a time in an effort to reach her target. Miroku, too weakened to even sustain his Kazaana, expertly defended himself with his staff, but could not go on the offensive. Inuyasha swung Tessaiga, mercilessly slaughtering a hundred demons with each swing, but it seemed to hardly put a dent into the horde.

The sky was darkened from the shadows of the youkai. The ground black with their spilt blood.

Kagome herself, perhaps the weakest of the fighting group, stood at the sidelines. Though she had been careful in her use of arrows, she had soon run down to only one, which she saved in hopes of a clear shot against their nemesis. Her arrows were indeed powerful, but a sniper had no place in a massacre. It was times like these that she had desperately wished she had learned how to fight with another, more practical weapon.

Black blood rained down onto the battlefield, drenching everything in its path. Each one of the fighters were soaked head to toe in the gore, hardly recognizable as human or hanyou. Their movements became slowed and sloppy as the sun crested the hilltops.

Night was falling upon them again, the most dangerous time for them all. None were more aware of it than Inuyasha, who looked on in panic as the sun became a sliver. Once the black moon rose, all would be lost. He would lose what little demonic strength he had left. Miroku and Sango were finished. It was a miracle they had lasted as long as they had. Kagome...he could not longer protect the girl.

As soon as the sun disappeared completely, Inuyasha's limbs fell like dead weights to his sides, his human body unable to sustain the strain he had put it through. Tessaiga returned to its dormant state, a useless rusty sword, which he sheathed. His now violet eyes stared hatefully at the remaining youkai. What a pitiful death; dying, exhausted, at the hands of lesser youkai, as a human.

The final battle was less than anti-climactic. There was almost no strategy. It had almost no involvement with the Shikon. Naraku had simply lain in wait until the time of the month which Kagura had so graciously informed him of, then watched as the shard hunters traveled, entrapping them in a valley, then he released an innumerable mass of youkai. It was not spectacular. It had just been a drawn out bloodbath.

The fighters saw the set of the sun and collapsed. Their shred of hope destroyed, and with it, their will to fight. The battle had been too long, their path to it too costly. Now their minds and bodies were paying to price.

The descent of bloodthirsty lesser youkai was halted before they could come crashing down on the exhausted fighters. Instead, they parted, leaving a clear path for a single individual, walking slowly towards them all.

Naraku grinned as he saw the shard hunting group kneeling on the ground, panting their fatigue. They had lost, and they knew it. It was something for him to know that they had lost as soon as they entered the valley, but he gained such a sweet satisfaction from their despair. They knew they had lost, and he had finally won. He strode past each of the fighters, one-by-one, barely taking the time to notice them as they kneeled at his feet. After all, there was only one thing left in order to solidfy his victory. Thus he had business with only one of the group.

Inuyasha growled as he passed him, the growl sounding humorous from his now human vocal chords. The monk could only glare hatefully at him. As did the slayer, her eyes full of fire and loathing. Naraku smirked. He had personally touched each and everyone of their lives, and with his dark grasp wrapped around their destinies, he had destroyed them, leaving only shells of people, full of nothing but hatred.

Humanity was a passing and fragile thing. It was useless to protect. Humans were so much stronger when they were given a purpose of vengeance. It was hate that made them strong. He had proved it. Inuyasha's love of the Kikyou and destroyed them. The monk's and slayer's hatred for him kept them alive. His grin widened. Now all that was left was to destroy the little miko who held all their hearts in the palm of her little innocent hand. How he longed to corrupt her pure soul, twist and warp it into an unrecognizable creature of hatred.

He stopped and looked down upon the kneeling miko. He couldn't help the malicious smile that draped itself across his lips. His expression was the epitome of a dark victory. "I believe that you have something that belongs to me." He drawled, a satisfied purr evident in his silky voice.

Kagome glowered at the being towering over her. "Never. I'll never give it to you." She hissed, her own voice hoarse from strain and lack of water. She clutched weakly at her throat where the tiny vial of jewel shards clinked.

Naraku bent down so that he sat eye level with Kagome. "If you don't hand it over, I shall simply take it. Spare yourself some pain, miko." He smiled.

Kagome's eyes narrowed. She couldn't sense the presence of a shard on Naraku at all. But she was sure that it was the true Naraku that stood before her, and not a golem.

At her silence, the dark hanyou reached out a hand to caress her blood encrusted cheek. The miko was far from unscathed in the battle. His pale fingers soon discovered a cut on her face. He mercilessly dug his fingers into the cut, causing it to bleed anew. He smirked as she winced, but refused to cry out. He brought his bloodied fingers to his lips, slowly licking them clean. "Such a pure miko. Untainted. Untouched. Virginal." His lips curled upward at the thought. He leaned in, his face millimeters from her own. "I suppose it would be a sin to send such a pure creature as yourself to the other realm."

Kagome scowled, not particularly enjoying her enemy's train of thought.

"If I tainted you as I tore your shard from your dying grasp, it wouldn't reflect too badly on me, ne?"

"Go to hell."

Naraku cackled. His body surged forward. His hands grasped her own, one slender hand looping around both of her wrists and forcing them above her head as he used his own body to force her to the ground. Her struggles were futile as her body no longer had the strength to put up a fight. His other hand ran along her body, feeling her flesh through the numerous tears in her clothing.

She could her the screams and yells of her companions, but they were unable to help. Naraku licked at her bloody face, enjoying the taste of her blood and the tears she wasn't aware of shedding. Her body writhed beneath his in an attempt to escape or at least avoid contact with his, but his heavy form was draped across her.

Naraku chuckled lowly at her pathetic attempts to escape. "You only encourage me, little miko." He spoke with what could be called endearment, had it not been laced with sadistic pleasure. He thrusted his hips against her and Kagome froze in absolute horror as she felt his erection press against her.

"Aww...afraid my little miko? It will only hurt for a bit. Soon, you shall be screaming my name to the heavens, my dear." He cooed into her ear, his hand sliding up her shirt to cup a breast. He ran his thumb in lazy circles over her nipple, pleased as it hardened at his touch. He ground his hips harder against her resisting body, enjoy the virgin feel of it. He chuckled to himself. No matter how repulsed a girl was, a virgin body could not resist the touch of an experienced lover.

Kagome was beyond disgusted. No. It couldn't be possible. She was going to be raped in the middle of a battlefield, her friends just meters away, but utterly helpless. She twisted desperately. Anything to escape the vile hanyou who was taking pleasure from her pain. To her surprise, her fingers found her last arrow, the one she had clung to in desperate hopes of shooting Naraku.

Hope flared within her, as did her powers, scorching Naraku at where he contacted her bare flesh. He cried out, more in surprise than in pain as his hands burned. His hands released her, but he did not jump away from her in time to escape the arrow as she brought it down upon his head. He moved fast enough to avoid a fatal blow, but the arrows aura, fueled by her rage and pain, had grown to tremendous size. The purifying energy billowed out from the arrow as she stabbed him with it.

The first blow struck his shoulder, taking an impressive chunk from him. He was on his feet as she struck him in the thigh, removing the leg with it. Hastily, Naraku began to gather his miasma, but Kagome had stood up as well. Her hands had found her bow and she knocked the arrow into it fluidly. Taking her time to aim, she stared Naraku dead in the eye, her tumultuous emotions spilling out into her aura. She ignored the sound of ripping material behind her. Wordlessly, she drew the taut bowstring to her ear and released.

Kagome didn't get the chance to see if her arrow struck before she blacked out, having exhausted the last of her energy.

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Somewhere, in the darkest pitch, where pain and suffering was a tangible commodity, a joyous voice broke out in victorious laughter. Glowing crimson eyes opened and sensual lips parted in a fanged grin. The creature licked his lips. His body was awash in excitement.

It was time.

Gathering his dark powers together in a mass, he shot up from the darkness, breaking the barriers which should have bound him to his plane. A swirling mass of darkness erupted onto the mortal plane. All he had to do now was to locate a corporeal body for him to possess.

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Murmuring voices broke through the darkness she was encased in. It was like she had been watching TV, but seeing nothing but soundless static. There was darkness, but she had been watching it through some kind of mist. Two blood-red embers glared at her. She felt a moment of fear, then it disappeared.

Noise returned. It was a haunting, melodic sound. Multiple persons were speaking animatedly, albeit quietly. It was perhaps the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Then the voices changed into much more familiar voices.

Kagome cracked open a single eye. In an instant, her blurry vision was welcomed by a large ginger mass with two glittering green specks.

"Hey!" A cute voice chirped, slightly hushed. "She's opened an eyeball!"

Immediately, the rush of voices was much nearer.

"Kagome? Kagome, are you awake?"

"Kagome-sama, are you alright?"

"Wench, ya gonna wake up anytime soon? We got places to go!"

SMACK

"Kaaaagomeeeeeeeeee...wake up!"

"Silence, all o' ye! We must let Kagome rest. She's used up far too much energy, more energy than shoul' o' been possible. So scat! I'll tell ye when she awakens fully. Ye are doing none too good by simply watchin' a prone form. Go out. Now!"

Kagome faded back into darkness.

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The black cloud fell heavily to the earth and dissipated. Naraku had become too weak to maintain his miasma. He could not even make it to the protection of his own domain, and he lacked the strength to call upon his minions for aide.

He lay upon the earth, naught much left but a battered half a torso and a head, much like he had been reduced to the first time he had come across the miko's purifying arrows. He silently cursed the miko and what drove him to desire her. The miko's powers were formidable, but there always seemed to be some underlying power, some other aura that called to him. He wanted to taint and corrupt her. He wanted her, writhing at his feet, a slave to his bidding.

Naraku gritted his teeth at the thought. He would be so much better off simply destroying the girl, yet whenever a chance arose, something stayed his hand. It infuriated him to no end. He had no weaknesses! The girl should have meant nothing to him. So easily he destroyed the 'love' between the hanyou and the miko of the past. But now he seemed unwilling to harm a simple, graceless, talentless miko.

He growled his displeasure to the silent woods around him. How surprised he was to hear the woods chuckle in reply. A presence, darker than even his own, seemed to inhabit the woods.

"What business have you disturbing this Naraku." He hissed, angry for being negligent of his surroundings.

The voice simply chuckled again. "You are a creature composed of many weaker minions. You desire for power and you are willing to do anything to obtain it. Your soul has been stained dark by your desires. The root of it all is a woman!" The voice seemed to be mocking Naraku.

Naraku's eyes narrowed. "Leave this Naraku now, and your life shall be spared. Continue with your tirade, and I assure you, I will send you to the lowest depths of hell to suffer for eternity."

"Been there, done that." The voice replied flippantly. "Though I hardly think you are in any condition to make good on your promises. However, I come to strike a deal with you, Naraku. Your minions have already been taken by me, those soulless creatures having no right to barter. But you, you Naraku-sama, were once human. And though you had sold off your soul to the demons, it still resides within you, in the embodiment of each and every one of the lesser youkai you dealt with. In that manner, you are perfect for my needs.

I will offer you power. It is power beyond what is capable by a bauble of broken souls. I shall lend to you my power, but in return, you shall lend to me your body."

"This Naraku shall be subservient to none. Leave!"

"Ah...dear boy, you have yet to understand. You have been brought into this condition by a woman-child hardly aware of her abilities. But I can rectify that. You desire the girl, I can give her to you. I just need a host. It will be more of a partnership in a way. Once you leave to me your body, you shall become a part of me. You can't lose, Naraku-sama." The voice spoke in sweet, dripping, reassurance.

Naraku scowled. He did not like to be patronized. "Take leave of this Naraku at once. I have no need for you."

The voice sighed. "I had so hoped that we would not have to do this the hard way..."

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[End Prologue]

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This was an idea I was strongly fond of. I have a thing for angels and demons. It's probably an idea that's been done many times before, but perhaps I'll have a twist to make this unique and interesting. I'll try to incorporate parts of Eastern and Western Mythology/Imagery to try to make it a more believeable story, or at least plausible. R&R!