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Morgate Town. The name was intimidating, and life was few here. Izayuki was particularly interested in the dead space not too close to the town, but still near the life recovering from the bombing and bomb testing. She was not purely fond of how Basilisk Fang went about their activities, but was determined to change them as she could. She would slowly mold them into the shape she saw fit, starting with their guild master. They could be a great asset and a useful tool in the end. She just had to curb their lust for such vast destruction.

The radiation and fallout bothered the Bakedanuki, but not to an extreme that she could not tolerate. Her blood and body were made of a dark matter and energy that was poisonous itself to the earth and anything that touched it. Even if the radiation did harm her, it would not take her life or make her too sick. The black blood flowing through her body would ensure that. Thus, the ayakashi wandered on the fringes of the looter-ridden town, inspecting the wildlife. Most of the fauna had been killed or were critically ill. The plants were coming back slowly, but were warped in shape and not growing as they should.

The empty and gray fields reminded Izayuki of the Dead Forest, which bordered the sea and the Spooky Forest, and would lead to a section of the cursed lands. The woods were vile, dead and dry with every ounce of life sucked out of them. That was by an unknown evil enchantment. The fact that a nuclear bomb or two had the ability to turn a place into a replica of the Dead Forest was frightening. If she could, she would find evidence of their research and nuclear plants and take them out under some disguise, or hire somebody else to do so. For now, however, she would play nice and allow Basilisk Fang to think of her and her guild as a friend. After all, Ahote was not so bad, and his guild’s company was lively and entertaining. Surely nothing too bad could happen.

It was home, not many resided here yet she had claimed a small patch of the irradiated wasteland as her own, it was nostalgia which led her to do it. For the demonic creature within had dragged her back, its little spindle like claws slowly slicing their way into the plush of her brain. Setting her into a mood of great thirst, it had wound the exceed up to a point where she had prowled across the mutilated landscape, pupils flexing into a star like cross they shone the unnatural neon of a blue as she staggered forward. The presence of another being drew her closer as its soft flesh shone in the light its smooth canvas calling out for it to be slaughtered and scarred. Nerves of her right hand cracked it back, inhuman movements so sudden and jerky any animals who would have once resided in the area would be long scared off by the demonic creature clambering across the desolate lands towards the bakedanuki the sounds which left her mouth hardly described as speaking it was closer to the stuttering caw of a tortured black bird. "Ikkeyasssi-vvheeenas AiiAAiireeekkssssa-krrixxz!" Ice slowly shattering the pitch rose to that of a dog whistle, echoing off every speck of dirt it reverberated from everywhere, surrounding the world in her calls of dismay.

Entertainment, of course such a thing was interesting and it was all she wanted, just give it to her, give it to her, release your tethers to this land and your useless hunk of flesh body she just, needed, there. Acid drew out, hardening it emanated a toxic glowing blue as the liquid bubbled from her hand into the shape of needles. It would have been more calming to sit in a bucket of corrosives as she lurched forward needles in hand to shred the soft skin of Izayuki's ear. Such softness was not appropriate. She had once had such wonderful ears, yet now with this- it was uncontrollable, she was unable to go back from this horrific appearance and then one so perfect just appeared before her

NOTE: This does go into some torture although it isn't too descriptive. Also we've both discussed and given ooc permission for what happens in this thread

The stroll on the irradiated plains was met by an abrupt and painful splatter of words. The pitch of the noise pained the bakedanuki’s keen ears already. She never was too fond of loud noises. Thunder was one thing on the list of sounds she hated, but high pitched sounds such as what she heard ranked just below the booming of storms. A low, threatened canine growl rose from the back of her throat as she detected uncanny words from the sound, but in no tongue she understood despite the handful of languages she found herself fluent in.

The being came into sight far too late for the bakedanuki to react fully. Typically she was on top of knowing precisely what was going on around her, but the high pitched noise had greatly distracted the canine. Just as Izayuki whipped around to face the perpetrator, she felt a sharp nick in one of her fluffy canid ears. It was not just a cut alone, but there was something else to it; a substance that burned something awful. The ayakashi lashed an arm forward to attempt to hit the attacker with a furious rake of claws, but regardless of whether it hit or not, she found herself falling. Something was working its way through her body; something that was not so easily dispelled by her black blood. Frowning in frustration as she felt body going limp, crimson eyes glared up at the alabaster-haired and sapphire-horned female. “Who are you and what do you want?” she growled in anger, ready to rip the woman apart the instant she could push herself back up.

The other seemed to dislike the sounds, which was not unexpected. Yet the needles which had formed were less effective than hoped, head tilted to the side slightly as she regarded the creature failing at regaining its footing. It was still alive though, still fresh and writhing as the acidic venom paralyzed the nerve signals responsible for major movements. It was quite the fun little thing, and now she had a ragdoll "I am bored. You are my entertainment"It had caught her eye, the softness, the smoothness it was wonderful, a few moments later she had lurched forward and began to cradle the soft tail of the slayer. "This  is  nice,  but  the  rest     of  your skin is  so    boring.                  you      know, some    people once    believed that if you             brush a bald  creatures  head  then its   skin       would  sprout  hair." Her spokes spoke, english this time, yet the timing was disjointed as she tore away the shirt which clung to the guildmasters slim frame. Maybe if she brushed the creatures skin the soft fur would grow here. Then there would be more to harvest! Would it be better to skin it? Or plush it like feathers. She could think about that later- melodic the soft hum of an old orchestral piece known to many as hall of the mountain king grew from within her throat as the dark tar like darkness formed on her hand. Swirling for just a few moments before forming what appeared to be a steel toothed brushed. "Now lets brush until you grow a nice pelt" The teeth would have dug in, pressing down until they penetrated a few layers of skin at the ribs just raking across the top of the uppermost nerves, it wouldn't bleed too much no, blood made it messy. Harshly the first 'brush' of the skin would shred much of the smooth layer, leaving behind parts of skin which straddled behind hoping to cling on in between the exposed mass of a bright red color which bordered on pink. Despite only being the first brush it was quite alluring, a purr rising in the demonic exceeds throat as the revealed mass glistened in the soft blue light. "Ohhh now you're so much prettier, just look at this smooth texture, after a few more strokes we'll have to cut away the remaining strips which slipped past, but if any hair doesn't grow" sentence unfinished as her fingers softly pressed against the freshly displayed layer, leaving her with a liquid residue. "Maybe I'll have to implant some hair there" An art project of sorts, she had done it before, just threading the strands through, pity it wouldn't grow, maybe if she did some more.

A little deeper this time, they said it worked, yes, yes they did and she wasn't wrong no no, not wrong she wouldn't be wrong they said that if your brushed then hair would grow. She just wasn't going deep enough that was right! More towards the spine this time, it didn't matter if she took off more than skin there were no important veins there it would be fine- yes yes the teeth would go in, press it down hard, lean in with all your weight whilst slowly ripping away. Little shreds of skin and sinewy material stranded behind left all alone by the teeth of the comb "You don't grow fast enough, you're supposed to grow fur, then I could skin it away." Saddened, the look crossed her face as a slight crease of anger formed between the brows her nails unintentionally burrowing towards the spine

600 | 950

The slayer could only guess what the demonic girl meant by ‘entertainment’. The word had been used before, but not in wholesome contexts. As her fluffy tail was held and cradled, the bakedanuki flinched. The girl was not here to just give her fur a few gentle strokes. The next explanation to come revealed a myth that could only imply something horrible. Izayuki gave an angered growl as her black shirt was torn away by the alabaster-haired being. The poison had fully kicked in and was coursing through her body of dark matter, trapped and unable to be expelled. The humming was followed by the reveal of a nasty-looking brush with razor sharp tips for each bristle.

The first time the brush made abrupt contact and was carefully tread along her skin made the bakedanuki clench her teeth in pain. Closing her eyes in an agonized grimace, she attempted to make her body snowstep or teleport to safety, or at least move away from the contact from the brush. Unfortunately, she would experience no such luck. Even her own magic failed to fully shallow the pain of her epidermis being shredded with cold numbness. A strange magical venom was at work in her body and the slayer could not fight her way out of its grasp. Still, she kept her mouth shut and avoided any noise beyond a pained and fearful whimper when the fingers of the demonic exceed made contact with the torn flesh.

However, the painful experience would not end there. The brush went along her back, and no longer was it a shallow graze. The monster above her pushed in with all her weight and took it slow. In agony, a cry of terror and pain parted from the lips of the tormented tanuki. The brush pulled away flesh to reveal a life force and blood that was darker than any average black. It was Izayuki’s only hope-- that her toxic and acidic blood would deal some damage against her torturer and send her away. Anguished tears rolled down her cheeks from her crimson eyes, short and abrupt sobs being the only mild release to the pain in her body. “S-stop,” she stuttered through the tortured crying, barely catching her breath.

“I’ll do anything-- I’m a bakedanuki; I can shapeshift and grow fur if you let your poison out of my system,” she pushed the words out in desperation as the angry nails dug into her spine which released another miserably cry. In her head, she planned to run as fast and far as she could once she could move, or, at the very least, transform into something that was not so easily hurt or broken. Would the monster fall for the enticing trick, was the question.

Stop, it spoke? Oh, the screams which ravaged at the creatures throat so every word it spoke was reduced to a ragged stutter, just a vague grasp for hope until the little thing clawed for more. A bakedanuki who would shape shift for her, really now that would just take all the fun out of it, such a bore this fluffy thing was. Pitifully frozen there just immobilized and offering to solve the worlds problems  with her shapeshifting abilities. Yet that, no no it would not do "No   no no   no, you see that would just, it would be so boring, so simple, this must be done carefully,     a  needle,  sharp   elite and smooth.    I will make you grow fur, yes, it will be me, making you." matter of factually the words fled her mouth as a hand darted up, neatly grasping the soft pastel ping, hair smooth between her fingers as she slid her hand up and found the roots before pinching a few stands out. It was not meant to hurt, it would be nothing in comparison. the brush reshaped, black ichor re sculpting into a very fine needle with the few stands of fine hair attached at the end. "Some silly humans make wigs like this,  my wigs   they live" the last words were spoken as she stabbed down, not having to go far the needle was neatly swirled around, a loop was made then tied off, not having stabbed deep normally it wouldn't have been much pain, yet with the skin missing she had threaded the hair right into the muscles directly, it was, a rhythm. Hold it tight, plush the hairs, thread the venomous needle, put it through twice then tie off. The song kept humming, she had picked up the haunting tune after finishing her little speeches. It was wonderful, threading a little tiny patch with hair, one strand, then two now nearly eleven or twelve. Softly, the chuckle grew, lightly it could have been called cackling as she forced Izayukis chin down in an odd position to stare at her side where the damage had been done. "See!      SEE this, now now   now this is good! I could put patterns on your skin, I could even sew something to you! I could oh" An idea, a thought, the pleasure of it brought pinpricks to her inner thighs and lower back. "I could cut you open and put my blood into you then sew you back up- with your own hair!" It was such, a euphoric idea just the thought of it acted as a aphrodisiac. The needle transformed once again into a scalpel as she harshly prodded at the flesh across the front of her stomach. "What about here. Oh I could do cross hatches, then sew it up tight and for weeks you'll be corroded away from the inside every time you move- and don't even thing about reproducing because it'll probably damage a few squishy things." That seemed quite slow though, what else, what else indeed. "Maybe, well I could sew your nose close, then your mouth. Oh and if I make you scream by twisting a rib out then you'll be the one ripping your own mouth open! You're actually rather fun, adorable really, then there are your hands, so many little bones to squish and shatter so they're useless, I could break your ribs so every breath hurts." One, two three, four, counting ribs they were like a musical instrument she could run her nails over them to create a wonderful sound.

Her attempt to deceive the demonic exceed woman had failed. The venomous being was not in it at all for the convenience or for the destination of what she wanted, but the journey. Crimson eyes widened in speechless shock at the response to her shapeshifting offer. To make her grow fur-- Izayuki did not understand what that entailed until it was too late. Her shredded skin and flanks and back were slowly regenerating from the black blood, but not fast enough. Enough muscle was still exposed for the alabaster-haired mage to continue her work. The bakedanuki eyed the brush turned needle in horror before shutting her eyes, unwilling to see what was coming. The pinpricks she felt from her hair being pulled out was mild and unfortunately communicated exactly where this was going.

One hand, with little mobility, raked clawed fingers into the irradiated ground as the first stab of the needle could be felt within her flesh. Her black blood began to flow once again, rising to the surface of her body to dye each rose-colored string of hair a dark obsidian. More agonized screams tore from the bakedanuki’s sobbing body before she found herself digging her own fangs into her arm in an attempt to distract her from the pain down below and muffle her unheard cries and pleas. Suddenly a firm hand forced her head down to face the source of pain. She could make out a disgusting patch of open flesh and hair coated in the dark blood through her tear-filled eyes. The sight was sickening and the bakedanuki bitterly squeezed her eyes shut, wishing to not have the vulgar image in her mind.

The list of horrible things that streamed from the woman’s mouth further mortified the bakedanuki. She had undergone pain and torment before, but this person topped both Yukionna and Lucius. This situation was mere entertainment for the woman, with absolutely no other motivation backing up the vile actions. “No more… please,” she begged once again, barely able to force the words out. Her body was still regenerating ever so slowly despite the poison in the needle and brush, however, so long as the woman lingered, it would do her no good. The needle changed into a new device of torture; an evil-looking scalpel that would be taking mild slices above her stomach. Mustering as much energy from the pain as she could before the new doses of venom could further keep her immobilized, a clawed hand lashed out at the demonic exceed, bent on tearing through her blindly in one rake if she could. She was desperate and would do anything within her power to try and send the torturer away. Her acidic blood obviously had no effect on the horned woman, so she was left with nothing but a barely energized arm to do something with.

The blood was interesting for sure, smooth and black the liquid gooped between her claw like nails dripping and sliding off splattering across the skin below. It had bubbled up, much like a sinking city this was almost oil like as it stained each surface it touched with a blackened colour. Long and thin the tongue that came out of her mouth flickered slightly, tasting the bloods residue which lingered on her fingertips. It was, tangy, delightful just a little the feeling was one that she had tasted before. Similar to her own in fact the blood was just a lesser version, venomous blood. "Oh, it tastes okay, but the thing is that you're second class."   Her eyes were closed? Not that it mattered anymore, she could just change that when she wanted. "please? well you have some matters thats at least something, but begging is such a boring little thing and I want you to be amusing. You can do that, cant you?"  It bit down, the smooth edge of the scalpel parting the flesh as she smoothly separated the torso of the young woman, yet a blur came towards her, barrelling through the air one last attempt the arm trying to send her away. Nimble fingers release the scalpel still partially plunged into flesh as she dipped to avoid the blow, one of her horns slightly getting scraped yet the useless object atop her head didn't matter.

"That was naughty"
Not boring through as she took this moment to snatch the failing clawed hand, such a pretty thing she indeed could work with that later yet for now she just wanted to focus on the soft canvass which was the stomach. "Really, just stay a little still will you!"  Almost seductively she crawled on top of the female, seating herself on the plush breasts whilst pinning the arm high above the others head. Dust settled around it as she ran her hand down the limb "Just in case you feel like moving this again I'll have to restrain you. You see my blood unlike your black stuff is acidic, and corrosive also a little venomous. It changes from neon blue to black and it forms little objects of my choosing. So,, if I want an, ice pick. Here" It formed slowly, a more primitive version of the climbing tool it was much like a strengthened smaller arrow.  "I can push this in and it won't come out easily. Like this you see!"  Smile lighting up her twisted face as she drove the first through the centre of the hand into the ground below. "Another here, and perhaps here too"  Of course when entering the corrosive effect of it would sear the wound closed, so hardly any blood would flow. Yet that was not quite the point. It was powerless, a feeling of damnation as one was pinned to the ground, with oversized arrows driven through their hand, crook of the elbow and upper arm.

"You won't be able to move that arm. of course if you move the other I'll have to do the same!- oh then you'll almost be in a flayed man position so we could also remove the rest of the skin"

Typically her blood would easily poison and burn anyone who touched it. Had it been consumed, it should have scalded and torn apart the digestive system of the one who devoured it. Somehow, however, the woman managed to take in the blood without even batting an eyelid. There was no reaction, which led Izayuki to believe she could only be immune. Her one possible chance of fighting off the demonic exceed had proven useless. With the strength in her arm fueled by the agony in her belly where the scalpel finely parted her flesh, the clawed hand was flung towards the perpetrator in retaliation. Unfortunately, the alabaster-haired female dodged in the nick of time, leaving the black claws to barely graze obsidian horns.

By then, the worst was yet to come. She was called out as ‘naughty’ and her now weakened arm had been snatched by the demonic woman. A shudder ran up the bakedanuki’s spine as the evil being crawled on top of her and seated herself on her chest. The words were the last thing the yokai wanted to hear-- that the blood of the demon was similar to her own. By the time Izayuki realized what the horned monster was doing, it was too late. Crimson eyes widened in terrified shock as the ice pick came swinging down to pin her hand into the earth. Another series of screams tore from the ayakashi. The cries muffled the other comments the tormentor had to say as she further impaled the yokai’s arm two more times.

The warning was received by the bakedanuki who chose to keep her only free arm still. Her torso had already been fairly skinned, and to feel that over the rest of her body would be unbearable. The venom from the picks and needles that nailed down her hand and arm further kept her from being able to fight back. If she wanted, she could manipulate her blood to pin plenty of holes into the snowy-haired demon, and deliver to her a taste of her own medicine. Unfortunately, the blood of the exceed neutralized her dark matter blood from doing so. With nothing else but despair and fear racking her brain, Izayuki’s crimson eyes glared hateful venomous daggers at the monster’s piercing blue ones. The entrapment of the tanuki kept her from truly being able to do anything at all, in addition to the immobilizing toxin and her pinned arm. Such a thing clouded her vision, keeping her from being able to fathom any possible way out of the situation or any deterrent to give the poisonous demon.


[435 | 1995]

It was an oddity indeed, the pleasure that she gained from this little event, yet that was not exactly a bad thing. For the euphoria from her actions were fuelling the creature within. Now the centipede was anxious, the energy had begun to pool up within her mind and she needed an outlet to release the thoughts, the emotions needed channelling into something so she could rip apart the fragile useless feelings which encircled her and go back to frolicking in the desolated landscape. Eyes weren't exactly her thing, maybe stick them in a cocktail or toast them gently on a kebab skewer with meat dripping in sauce, but eyes by themself were best when they were still inside the person, such emotion was expressed through them just like this little Bakedanuki. "Beautiful really, your eyes holding such deep thoughts of hatred anger and pain. I can tell just from looking at them.   Go on, keep dreaming about what you'll do to me- it'll keep your eyes vicious looking"  Fingers trailed across the eyelids of the other as she smoothly traced the wrinkles of the skin. It was tie, yes, right it was such a wonderful moment indeed, "My scalpels a little cold now, it had left my hand for too long but that won't happen again don't worry" The words left her mouth as she stood carefully, lanky legs and arms swinging slightly as if she were some sort of forlorn rag doll. Twisting as she moved to kneel next to the stomach, the side of it still skinned, flesh softly glistening from the light given off from her demonic form. yet the other was smooth, the only marking a faint trickle of blackened blood and the neat slice from the scalpel where it still sat upright when she had left it plunged into the flesh. It was quite smart indeed, each time her ichor made needle, scalpel or other object came into contact with pores or the bloodstream it would reset the timer so to speak for the immobilisation. Quite fun really!

Time, she had enough to take her time. Not a sawing motion just a smooth simple slice the muscles parted, it was quite a dense region as the female under her was well trained. "You know something all species, religions and ideologies hold close to their hearts is children, pregnancy and the birth of children is considered to precious. Do you want children?"  The question hung heavy, silence settling around the duo for just a moment before she finished the cut. Soft lining of organs sitting so perfectly the exceed slid down to lay on her belly, eyeing close the red mass as a child would lay next to a colouring in book. It tasted quite nice, sharp yet not sweet her tongue flickered over the exposed mass shivers of delight wound their way across her own skin as a heat rose from the young females lower back and swept across her doll like skin. A little uncouth, whilst she had used a scalpel to neatly open it up with the organ lining just there it looked so tasty. Not too sharp they weren't quite fangs due to the serrated edge she nipped away a small chunk, likely to tear a scream from the tailed creatures throat. "You don't have any babies sadly, but thats okay." It was okay, after all, she could have fun now, real fun.  "you're just a little creature, you see I dominate you all, Im simply superior to everyone. There is nothing wrong with what I'm doing to you- I am the nightshade hell deity. It's my right to enjoy myself."  High pitched the words slid from a face which was stretched back into a smile that almost tore the sides of her mouth.

it grew slightly, a retching cough as if a cat were about to remove a hairball from its system her eyes briefly rolled back as her body convulsed, shuddering in pleasure the touch of her skin could have burned in the moments before she fell limp. Not even a second passed as she simply sat there, head tipped back staring at the sky, pales of eyes not even a hint of blue iris in sight before a blackened mass dragged itself from her open mouth, they were small, just children of the parent their bodies a matt black with tiny veins of neon blue the centipedes clicked as they swung their jaws. there was only three of them, that was all was needed. Only the size of a finger they landed on Izayukis stomach, bouncing slightly against an untouched part of skin as the demon spawns mandibles clicked, scenting the air they nosed their way towards the hole which Ambrosia had sliced and gnawed open. It seemed so simple, the three horrific beasts crawling into the organ, well no matter who they were someone was bound to feel three thousand tiny legs prickling inside their organ, exploring every crevice and hole. Perhaps they would find an opening, somewhere into the intestines where nutrients would normally be fed to the unborn infant. Once they were in the only way to remove the critters would be to further tear the writhing Guild Masters rib cage open and tear apart her organs, who knew, perhaps mincing the major organs would be less painful that demonic centipedes exploring the depths of the bakedanuki's body.

Unfortunately, it was not hard to continue thinking about all the vile things she could do to the monster above her. It was difficult to not consider all the options when pain and fury coursed through her dark veins. Pinning the demonic exceed to the landscape with a dozen ice shards seemed fitting-- and from there, to sever her legs and arms just enough so that they were useless but still could be felt. The vivid imagery was the only plausible distraction the bakedanuki could put her mind on in a futile attempt to numb the pain. Her skin was beginning to heal again, but it was treacherously slow. With great difficulty, the yokai resisted the temptation to snap out and bite the hand that traced her eyelids ever so gently. The monster had proven that any sort of retaliation would receive extra punishment, and frankly the ayakashi decided that she did not want her lips sewn together as the tormentor had threatened earlier.

As the demon stood, the yokai could only hope and pray that she was done with her. Much to her lack of luck, the words implied that the exceed was far from finished. The horrid hand went towards the scalpel once more and instead of a slow saw, a quicker slice was made in her abdomen, which initiated a sharp flinch and gasp of pain from the bakedanuki. The alabaster-haired woman began speaking again-- something of nonsense that seemed rather off topic for the situation. However, Izayuki knew only a horrid note was to come. The slicing on her toned abdomen had been met with only clenched teeth and a canid whimper that rose from the back of her throat. The bakedanuki refused to look down at what she knew was now open and exposed. Her insides felt cold and her flesh hammered her nervous system and brain in pain. A shiver ran up her spine as a demonic tongue flickered over her interior. Was this what all prey felt like once at the mercy of their predator? Surely not-- most able hunters could kill quickly and never left their prey to suffer being eaten alive.

This demon was no such hunter. The piercing fangs removed a piece from a very vital organ for her, exposing a cold and empty hole in her. At the sensation of it, the bakedanuki’s jaws parted to release another useless scream. Nobody could hear her out here, and no amount of noise was going to release the stress of the agony she was being put through. Despite the calls of anguish, Izayuki could still make out the haughty words of the prideful demon. Was this truly another god as she claimed she was? It would not surprise the ayakashi at all, who knew that every single deity she encountered had a knack for inflicting pain and misery onto others. What was even more horrifying was the fact that the demon had even dared to check for such a terrifying thing-- to look for children within her. What would she have done had she found just that; the bakedanuki dared not think any further on the mortifying idea.

The exceed suddenly began coughing-- a serious retching of the throat that could only make Izayuki have the slightest spark of hope that perhaps consuming some of the poisonous blood or piece of her organs had finally kicked in. Perhaps her blood was corroding the demon from the inside out… she had gotten herself too hopeful. Wishful thinking quickly led to despair. Something ripped itself from the jaws of the demon-- an awful group of beings that went straight for the opened tanuki. Screams unlike before tore from the bakedanuki, whose tail lashed frantically and unnaturally from the high stress and pain. It was a feeling no living being would or should ever have to go through, and yet here she was.Three tiny hell demons made their way through that organ and ruptured holes into it. They would escape and continue their rampage, fully set on exploring their new host. One moved through the gut and the others elsewhere. Even the poisonous black blood of the ayakashi did nothing to slow or talk them. The screams continued even beyond the point where one should have lost their voice, the demons pressing some kind of uncanny energy as they ransacked her body. Her one free clawed hand went to grab and squeeze onto the snowy-haired exceed, her actions blind and her grip desperate. She could not speak, but her tearful crimson eyes could only plead.



[762 | 2,756]

It was being rather well behaved, only slight whimpers and movements rising from the female's throat the change of pace was rather refreshing. Of course no being with a brain would be able to restrain them self and keep quiet once the horrific centipedes were inside, each little barbed foot pinching and ripping at the tissue and matter within. What only made it worse was the amount of legs and the speed at which they shredded from the inside. Now they had gone down this route there wasn't much left to do, after all more long term methods of torture wouldn't work. What could she to do amuse herself within the next few days? She massaged her own face, the exceed rubbing the muscles of her mouth and jaw slightly to relax them, body straightening and flexing after expelling the creatures a sense of relaxation swept across her as if a motherly figure had tucked her into a warm bed. This bed was one she was fond of indeed, happily seated on the ground as the bakedanuki fought with herself for a few moments, with the arm still pinned to the ground where she had skewered it the frail body had begun to writh, shuddering from the pain as a screech of terror ripped through the air.  "You see that's what I like about this place, nobody comes here, and if they do they're alone and they become mine"  Her eyes focused slightly, as if a doctor was watching a patient for symptoms of lying if he thought they were trying to swindle prescription pills out of him Ambrosia's throat vibrated with the soft hum, briefly intercepted a few lyrics the chorus which just got so stuck in one's head  "Madness reigns in the hall of the mountain king" It seemed fitting, such a haunting song about the goblins and devils within a mountainside, it was something she adored, children's songs and stories that were so dark and deep the nursemaids had to sugarcoat the story so they wouldn't scare the little ones. She had gotten used to the screams, guttural sounds erupting from the guild master before her that would have shredded the air around her and brought people for miles to their knees. It was odd, how humans seemed to scream, as if that helped, there was nothing that could remove this pain, no elixir or spell could be cast and even if the body died at this stage the mind would still be scarred. After all, every shadow might look like her, every bug would try and crawl into her organ.

A stray hand, it snapped towards her in a desperate last hope, a refugee from her torture wishing to cause some damage while she could. Thin yet strong the chain in her hand formed, there was something about weighted chains, when thrown against an object if one end was unsecured they would curl around tightening, latching on as if it were some sort of snake the cool metal curled around the elbow of her prey. It had been rather fast, the tailed creature taking a swipe at the exceed who promptly produced a strong chain, flung it around the elbow before grabbing the other end with the length secure in her hands her eyes drifted down to the others. If there was a god in the world who could stand up to the exceed then perhaps this pitiful look would have been enough to sway their cold hearts. "Really now"  The words so cold only added to the sounds, for a landscape which was once so quiet now one woman screaming and another quietly chastising it was the sound of bones crushing that piled on top of that, yet soon enough silence would once more settle. Shards of bones scattered within the elbow, each little sliver of shrapnel mutilating the surrounding muscles further yet it mattered not for the limb was already useless. Discarded she flung it to the side, two mutilated arms, a throat raw from the screams of defeat. What was left?

The shirt was already shredded, the base of her back holding one thing of interest, it lashed back and forth, frantically parting the air as if it could drag itself out from the pain with each movement the soft moonlight silver fur bristling with emotion. The exceed slid slightly closer, her hands caressing the beautiful untouched thing, it was beautiful really. Soft sunset the colouration was rather nice, a swift movement slammed the muscular tail into the ground as she pinned it with her knee. "I like this, it's rather nice. hey, in exchange for your tail Im going to give you something! There's a song, its been passed along, each time the lyrics vary ever so slightly but there is one passage I just adore-        so after I tell you it, Im going to take a couple of your bones and your tail. They'll be well used don't worry"   Her fingers counted a couple of knobs of her spine poking out, maybe she could take three and the tail. Turn them into a nice whip or something. Yet this creature which would likely be alive for a few days.  "Oh right my promise"  she had absentmindedly started tracing the base of the tail, planning where to slice after all it was such a precious commodity. "Lyrics are such an amusing thing, everyone hears the same words but interprets them differently. So while I take your mind, I remove your tail, your sanity is scarred for the few remaining days you have just thing of this~ Let me bite him in the haunches! Shall he be boiled into broth and bree to me. Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stew pan? Ice to your blood"  It was a pretty little thing, the lyrics fitting perfectly with the odd glimpses of the song she had been humming.

It had been peaceful, the exceeds face had returned so a sweet and relaxed form yet now it grew taunt, constricting slightly as her lips drew back to reveal a lashing tongue, the scalpel in her hand bubbled slightly, briefly it returned to a dark blob of matter waiting to be sculpted into her next instrument before forming a hacksaw, rather elegant indeed, Hopefully the screaming wouldn't get any worse, really now it was such a bore having to carefully remove someone's voice box and often one wrong move and they would just die! No, a dead body didn't light her up, it didn't send rushes of euphoria to her mind and spread a heat across her skin

Words could not be fathomed properly as the creepy crawlies within continued their rampage, not slowing down at all. They planned to continue devastating and feeding on her body, every little leg pinching tissue or organ wall, and fine pinchers chewing up everything they could stuff in their small mouths. The creatures did not plan to leave, with a new regenerative host to feed them. Izayuki’s body would regenerate slowly thanks to the poison-- however, she wished it would fully disintegrate and give itself to the arms of a welcomed temporary death. At they very least, if she died, her soul would be temporarily disconnected from the dark matter body. She could then possess the demonic exceed and even try to truly destroy her from the inside out.

Once more, no such luck would occur. Her arm would be snagged by the weighted chain which then circled the structure of her limb. With a mighty pull, the tightening began and the ear-splitting cracks would begin to occur. She was already screaming-- her cries could grow no louder, and her silver-furred tail was still thrashing about with ceaseless energy, fueled by the agony. The shards from shattered bone would penetrate the skin, spilling more of her obsidian-hued blood. The blood would sizzle on the dirt below, adding more toxicity to the already irradiated land. The arm was now useless; two limbs down that she could not move from the body parts pinned or dead. She dared not lash out with her legs; not that she could, with the venom of the ‘nightshade deity’ still freshly infecting her.

Suddenly, hands laced the fluffy tail of the bakedanuki. Screams came to a sudden halt, both of mortified surprise and due to her having almost lost her voice. “Don’t take my tail,” she begged in a hoarse, lost voice, attempting to flinch the fifth limb away from the demon’s hands. “Anything but my tail, please.”
Tears streamed down her face as she knew the plea would be in vain. Begging was futile-- this being made it clear that she did what she wanted regardless of how anyone felt. To her, Izayuki was just a helpless animal that had no other purpose in life than to serve as her entertainment. Fingers traced her bottom vertebrae and tail as the horrid song left the lips of the demonic exceed. Sharp sobs and cries only continued to erupt as the three tiny hell demons settled their way into their new home, no longer moving as fast but still shifting and gnawing. She could no longer feel her two arms; there was less pain in that area. But true fear of what was to come filled the bakedanuki’s crimson eyes, masking the hate that sat at the core of her glare.




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She stopped, shocked perhaps, horrified as the bakedanuki realised what the exceed was hinting at? Although the silence was nice, a few brief moments in between the wretched screeches and the begging. She wanted this pitiful thing to feel emotion dragging her eyebrows down, every moment she woke up to be spent in a state of isolation just wandering wishing that something would drag her out of the depths of a grey boring world where no person seemed to truly see or understand her- for who could understand a person who had been through such torture? Yes, that was what she wanted to leave behind, a husk of a creature staging through each moment just performing menial tasks because it was easier to eat and sleep than deal with the process of dying. So of course when someone begged and ask for protection over something it just became more obvious what they valued and adored most in their lives. It felt soft, the tail underneath her although bristling, when she stroked with a careful hand it was wonderful. She wanted it. They flickered up, sharp neon the blue gaze locked with that of the female who lay sprawled and begging like some sort of dog beaten and useless but still whining for a place at the table, dogs didn't get to have a say, especially ones who had nothing to provide. "So you like your tail, well we agree on something then     because I like it too"  And this tail was wonderful too, what she would do with it that was unknown. Perhaps take it to one of those magical craftsman and have it turned into a weapon. That actually, yes it sounded like a fine idea! The goddess of mystery's tail, turned into a weapon which she could cause harm with. Well there was no need to decide on a weapon right now after all. She needed to remove it first.

The scalpel was boring, teeth still had the wonderful taste from earlier that she didn't want to mar with blood. "So tell me, why should I spare your tail? I mean it belongs to me, it's only attached to your body so I'm just taking what's rightfully mine- you see I want it, why shouldn't I have it?" Taunting her soft voice offered the olive branch of a question meant to lure Izayuki into a sense of relaxation just slightly, it would give her a moment to decide how to remove the tail. After all it would be more fun so extract the fluffy little thing whilst the fake goddess was begging her to spare the tail and trying to convince the demonic exceed why she shouldn't take what was rightfully hers. The ichor of hers, it was similar to blood, almost like her blood had combined with the demonic essences within her to create a material that would shapeshift into whatever she needed whilst retaining the corrosive properties of the blood, it had formed the needles and the scalpel, it was still a hacksaw in her hand. The tool was having an effect it obviously looked quite the part with its horrific little teeth. Yet she wanted to take out the bottom few vertebrae of the spine as well as the tail- so the hacksaw was inappropriate for the job at hand.

Instead it formed something quite adorable, an upper class young girl would have adored it. A little cake fork, perfect to devour her dessert with! "One, two, three" Her fingers counted up, tracing the bottom three vertebrae, nail leaving a pink mark in the skin of where to cut. After all the pink haired slayer had better start talking, the three little prongs of the fork pushed the skin down slightly, not drawing blood yet she wanted to draw it out, slowly to increase the traumatic experience of tearing out the vertebra and tail of someone with a little cake fork.

Her pleas were useless, just as she expected. The demon had no motivation to just leave something alone if she wanted it. Like any sentient canine, she took a lot of pride in her tail. The tail was large and fluffy with an undercoat of white and an overcoat of silver with some melanin colors tipping the points of the fur. It was striking and one of the biggest and most iconic features that proved she was still a tanuki even in a humanoid shape. Even though she had some pride in her ears, they did not truly broadcast what she was in species. Only her tail did that, and having a sentimental name tag removed was unthinkable. Never in her life had she had to regenerate a tail; this was the only tail she ever knew.

And most unfortunately, the demon wanted it. Torture was not enough for her; she wanted a souvenir to take back too. The bakedanuki grew more and more panicked as the soft words of the exceed continued. There was no way Izayuki could fight this and she highly doubted the exceed would be fast and gentle. It definitely would not be the case-- the alabaster-haired female even said she wished to claim some bones alongside the massive fluffy limb. “Fine, you shouldn’t spare it-- you should have it,” the slayer said in desperation, deciding to try out another tactic if it meant possibly avoiding as much of the torment to come. “Take it quickly though, or it won’t be as fluffy.”

She doubted her tail would be as fluffy when dead and separated from the body. It would lose its lustrous shine and smooth oils, and the fur would die and dry up. Surely stress upon removal would increase that process, right? The bakedanuki could only hope and pray that such would be the case. Her recent attempts at deceiving the demon had been futile, the demon being so narrow minded and dim that prospects did not register so easily, from what she could tell. The hell demons had stilled for a while, but would begin to shift once more as the fear and despair pumped even more adrenaline through her veins. Their movements sent a shudder throughout her body and squeezed more salty tears from her crimson eyes. Her voice was too tired to even cry out; her entire body and being was tired, but the pain would allow her no rest or sleep.



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Shouldn't spare it? Should have it. Oh, was the little tanuki trying to use reverse psychology on her? Such a sweet little human like creature, it wanted to lure her away from it by making it seem like the fluffy appendage wasn't precious and special. But she knew, the look in the eyes couldn't be faked. Desperation, it was there, the way she moved from tactic to tactic in hopes of manipulating the exceed into doing what she wished. No, the pinpricks on her back, the warmth, the amusement and emotion the flowed within her haunting and chanting compliments and encouragement. That was what drove her, the little voice inside saying that 'this felt nice, lets do it again' that was what led her to acting this way and she was thrilled to be who she was. Take it quickly, or it wouldn't be as fluffy. Really, sarcasm dripped through the gaze she sent to the other, "You know that people with leather boots care for their boots, people with snake skin handbags oil their bags and people with fur coats care for them too. Your fur can be just as good if not better, I'll be able to care for it, scent it how I wish with oils and keep it so soft I would let my beloved sleep on it. Do not think that you matter in any way, the only good thing you have done in this world is grow this tail. Now it is fully grown and I will be harvesting it, just like with all plants you're a root. Useless now, you'll just shrivel up and turn into compost where others will use you and climb over you to reach their place in the world."  Her words were blunt, the tone of voice not high or sweet it was simply smooth and sharp, simple and to the point directing her message and drilling it home. For it was the truth, what use was a bakedanuki who had no tail?

It was still a sharp fork, whilst others who had interest in the same hobbies as her would have suggested using a blunt fork instead of a sharp one she understood it would cause more pain however it would then be harder. It would take more energy and that wasn't something she wanted to waste upon this despicable being. Blood pooled, leaving a little black trail as it began to spill over the side, her weight on the fork as it sliced and snapped the three bottom vertebrae and the tail from the rest of the spine separating ligaments, tendons and nerves it was smooth. Just take it out, shake the blood off the fork and then make another incision, pressing down to separate it all and then repeat. Like one would with a good tart sometimes one had to apply pressure to break the crust.

Her hands were a little staind of course, it was impossible to keep them clean sadly yet she peered closer, it was ready. the fork disappeared. Vanishing back into her pores she straightened herself, ignoring the trash on the ground the blood was flicked off her hands and she straightened her clothes. "Alright" They were nearly done, her heel placed against Izayuki's back and the tail grasped in her hands she tore it away with force, although most was severed it was quite nice to hold her prize up to the light. Wonderful indeed.

The demon created a list of how people treated their property that came from live animals. To the exceed, the tanuki was nothing more than just that. She already knew that the alabaster-haired only saw her as a means for entertainment. The only other use she had was providing her fluffy tail that would be used as an accessory. The demeaning words in the tormentor’s monologue made the rage within Izayuki only grow. Her blood was figuratively boiling and her mind only found comfort in imagining the things the ayakashi could do to her captor if she were able.

The proud yokai clenched her teeth and grimaced at the sharp poking of the fork and finally opened her mouth in a silent scream as the tendons and ligaments would begin to softly snap. Nerves would separate, jolting more spasms of pain through the bakedanuki’s body. There was no escape; any average person or animal would have died long ago had they been in this situation. The durable body of the powerful yokai was her undoing. She would not slip into eternal sleep and free herself of the agony no matter how tired her brain and body was. Her mind would not even allow her unconsciousness with the venom and horrid hell demons running around like they owned the place.

Finally, the ayakashi felt a cold foot on her back. She no longer could even feel her precious tail. She tried to scream out from the destruction done to her spine, but no sound protruded from her voice box. That was, until there was a final yank to bring the ‘harvesting’ to completion. With one rip, the silver tail had been completely severed from her body, which released a loud and piercing cry of anguish-- one that sounded far more animalian than her former ones. How much longer would this go on? What was there even left to do? Even the munching and tickling from the trio of demons had been numbed from the passing moments and the new pain raging where her tail bone had been.




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Nails dug in briefly before tearing away some fabric of her skirt, the material came away  smoothly as she cradled it briefly before winding it around her prize. The blood seeping through the first few layers yet it was soon bundled tight. She would have to clean it and keep it somewhere safe whilst planning what would be done with it. A neat bow formed as it was tied to her belt, the weight a comforting reminder of how she had been victorious in harvesting new materials. Hands linked and fingers laced together as she then stretched high above her head, a calmness settling over her mind with the lust and thirst now sated. She could return, perhaps go back to the guild hall or dance away across the deserted wastelands. Yet there was a deep feeling within, not an emotion, no this was something much more mundane. A flicker of her fingers and all residue of the bloody mixture returned to her, the pins which had been holding Izayuki's arm to the ground, any remaining needles as well flowed back into her pores, returning to the source of it all. Such a human thing, well she was in a humanoid body as well, it happened with other creatures too she supposed. Her hand latched to the ankle of the tanuki who was laying on her front, taking a knee the exceed awkwardly held the leg sideways as she use a firm knife to separate away the calf muscles. Two soft thumps sounded as they slid into her waiting palm.

It would have been odd to see, how she just took the cuts of meat as any other woman would have left the butchers, cradling them with one hand as her eyes darted the horizon before leisurely wandering away, the bleeding hunk of yokai behind her no more important than a black bag awaiting trash collection.

With the poisonous frozen blood suddenly softening and removing itself from Izayuki’s body, she felt her own regenerative abilities finally kick in again, albeit slow. At the rate they were going, it would be many hours to a day before everything regenerate properly. Truly, it was useless. Before destroying the ruined body she was left with to allow the dark matter in her body to make up new one, the tanuki would wait until the alabaster-haired demon was well out of range. A newly healed body would only welcome the torturer back to do further work. No, she wanted the demonic exceed to believe she was a goner.

A silent cry was released once more as the demon cut some of the muscle from her calve-- this seemed like it was not for the sake of entertainment, but was more akin to what a butcher would do with a freshly killed animal. Finally the demon was moving away from her, hopefully forever, leaving Izayuki to stay and soak in the rest of the misery of the aftermath. Her mind was so tired; she just wanted to sleep and wake herself up from this hellish nightmare.



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