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quirkysmuseTitle: The Blood Festival
Author: quirkyslayer
Word Count: 200
Genre: Horror/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Fire burned throughout the town. Entrails splattered on heavy trodden ground. Two hundred breaths ago, the village had been surging with jubilant laughter. People had been dancing.
Back then nobody had bled.
Kohaku choked on the thick rancid air, the viscous fluids in his nostrils assimilating the product of his shame, the marker of his guilt.
The roar of demons had stifled the echoing laughter of the villagers as they ravaged them. They had begun innocently celebrating a festival for a new princess. Their minds hadn’t fathomed that they were an obstruction for a powerful, rampaging half demon.
The infant princess was probably dead now as well.
Kohaku let his tears run down his face. He didn’t even attempt to stop them anymore. He always had to listen to Naraku, no matter how many sins he committed in the befores and afters.
Watching fresh blood run down his sickle, he prayed for the warm body that had hosted it.
He would never consider festivals the same way again. Then again, if he ever were to falter, he may never get the chance to see one. The haunting spirits of those he nullified would never allow him to enjoy one anyway.
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Author: quirkyslayer
Word Count: 200
Genre: Horror/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Fire burned throughout the town. Entrails splattered on heavy trodden ground. Two hundred breaths ago, the village had been surging with jubilant laughter. People had been dancing.
Back then nobody had bled.
Kohaku choked on the thick rancid air, the viscous fluids in his nostrils assimilating the product of his shame, the marker of his guilt.
The roar of demons had stifled the echoing laughter of the villagers as they ravaged them. They had begun innocently celebrating a festival for a new princess. Their minds hadn’t fathomed that they were an obstruction for a powerful, rampaging half demon.
The infant princess was probably dead now as well.
Kohaku let his tears run down his face. He didn’t even attempt to stop them anymore. He always had to listen to Naraku, no matter how many sins he committed in the befores and afters.
Watching fresh blood run down his sickle, he prayed for the warm body that had hosted it.
He would never consider festivals the same way again. Then again, if he ever were to falter, he may never get the chance to see one. The haunting spirits of those he nullified would never allow him to enjoy one anyway.
Winner of the Moderator's Choice at Inu Yasha Issekiwa.
Thank you
numisma!