last angel food! #5: honour thy father/mother
Author: Marika Kailaya
Title: Mother Mary's Heart on the Chapel Floor
'Verse: Nagekawashii; MeYu
Challenge: 5. honour thy father/mother
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 733
Rating: R; torture
A/N: a few weeks before shi's reign begins.
Here's how the Demon Lord of the Southern Land took apart his pseudo-mother, the mother he had tricked by illusion into loving him and caring for him until she would've, if she could've, given him the throne in succession to her husband:
First he killed her husband, and she saw him smile in wicked joy over the murder no one could find a culprit for, and that was the beginning.
For no one believed her, of course. Not Shiri, Shiri would not do awful things. She was insane with grief, they said, to pin such gruesome crimes on her adopted baby.
For a long while, she was constantly sedated by the healers lest she spend all day and night screaming in terror of what she'd seen. Towards the end, she really was mad, miserable and wretched and tortured by fear at this thing, this murderer who had surely betrayed her, still living in her castle, and oh, it was all so very wrong, did no one see? Her tears flowed without stop.
And Tatsuri, best beloved son, he had gone. Ran terrified and enraged for he too saw what Shi had done.
Shi thought it better that he killed her before she died on her own of broken hearts and medication overdoses. Really, he was doing the poor wench a favour.
So, for his second move, he caught her before dawn, asleep, tears still staining her face even with her eyes closed.
And he woke her up, and silenced her, holding her to the floor and tearing the tongue from her mouth before she could make a sound, dead Enma cursing her for lies she never told. From her throat came muffled, guttural cries, but no one outside the room would be able to hear.
Everyone save the servants was asleep, you know.
Blood splashed down her neck and gown and sank into her hair, and she stared up at him, trying so very hard to scream. Her eyes bulged, pupils dilated with pain and horror, and beneath the flow of blood, her lips moved helplessly.
And Shi, soon to be Lord Shi of the Southern Land, soon to be Lord of Nagekawashii and the Human World, licked the blood from his mother's lips and smiled, and pulled out his knife.
He started at the chest, long slits made until he could reach the contents. Blood splattered as her heart, exposed to air so that she might die within seconds as it was, pulsed rapidly.
She made another terrible sound, eyes darting down to where her child had begun to lift things from within her, thinking, somewhere, that if she looked at it, maybe she could just stop it, maybe she'd find a way out-
He laid her spleen on the floor beside her.
Inside her head she was screaming more than she had ever screamed before. The pain was already growing dim to her. Yet the terror never faded.
Her own blood sprayed up into her face as he carefully cut the liver from its place and set it beside the spleen. Bile poured over her mouth now, joining the blood, and Shi paused to glance at this in delight, to kiss her and taste.
She was choking.
She was choking to death.
She knew it so well, that it was all over. Oh. She had known it for days now, hadn't she?
Closed her eyes just barely, still seeing, as though from very far away, her son taking out everything inside her and lining it up all neat and pretty at her side. Strings of things, liquid things, solids and red and immeasurable other colours all hitting the floor. She couldn't hear him. She thought he was laughing. But she could only hear the shrieking inside her head and the ringing in her ears. She was-she was-her lungs-
Shi held them in his hands for a long moment, watching as his mother's eyes closed all the way now, mouth still open, trying to gasp for air that simply could not come. She was so tired.
And the Lady of the Southern Land never opened her eyes again, of course.
And Lord Shi, he took out her still slowly pulsating heart last of all and placed it, gently, beside her head.
He stood up and bowed to her, respectfully, the proper son, and then walked calmly out of the room.
Title: Mother Mary's Heart on the Chapel Floor
'Verse: Nagekawashii; MeYu
Challenge: 5. honour thy father/mother
Toppings/Extras: N/A
Wordcount: 733
Rating: R; torture
A/N: a few weeks before shi's reign begins.
Here's how the Demon Lord of the Southern Land took apart his pseudo-mother, the mother he had tricked by illusion into loving him and caring for him until she would've, if she could've, given him the throne in succession to her husband:
First he killed her husband, and she saw him smile in wicked joy over the murder no one could find a culprit for, and that was the beginning.
For no one believed her, of course. Not Shiri, Shiri would not do awful things. She was insane with grief, they said, to pin such gruesome crimes on her adopted baby.
For a long while, she was constantly sedated by the healers lest she spend all day and night screaming in terror of what she'd seen. Towards the end, she really was mad, miserable and wretched and tortured by fear at this thing, this murderer who had surely betrayed her, still living in her castle, and oh, it was all so very wrong, did no one see? Her tears flowed without stop.
And Tatsuri, best beloved son, he had gone. Ran terrified and enraged for he too saw what Shi had done.
Shi thought it better that he killed her before she died on her own of broken hearts and medication overdoses. Really, he was doing the poor wench a favour.
So, for his second move, he caught her before dawn, asleep, tears still staining her face even with her eyes closed.
And he woke her up, and silenced her, holding her to the floor and tearing the tongue from her mouth before she could make a sound, dead Enma cursing her for lies she never told. From her throat came muffled, guttural cries, but no one outside the room would be able to hear.
Everyone save the servants was asleep, you know.
Blood splashed down her neck and gown and sank into her hair, and she stared up at him, trying so very hard to scream. Her eyes bulged, pupils dilated with pain and horror, and beneath the flow of blood, her lips moved helplessly.
And Shi, soon to be Lord Shi of the Southern Land, soon to be Lord of Nagekawashii and the Human World, licked the blood from his mother's lips and smiled, and pulled out his knife.
He started at the chest, long slits made until he could reach the contents. Blood splattered as her heart, exposed to air so that she might die within seconds as it was, pulsed rapidly.
She made another terrible sound, eyes darting down to where her child had begun to lift things from within her, thinking, somewhere, that if she looked at it, maybe she could just stop it, maybe she'd find a way out-
He laid her spleen on the floor beside her.
Inside her head she was screaming more than she had ever screamed before. The pain was already growing dim to her. Yet the terror never faded.
Her own blood sprayed up into her face as he carefully cut the liver from its place and set it beside the spleen. Bile poured over her mouth now, joining the blood, and Shi paused to glance at this in delight, to kiss her and taste.
She was choking.
She was choking to death.
She knew it so well, that it was all over. Oh. She had known it for days now, hadn't she?
Closed her eyes just barely, still seeing, as though from very far away, her son taking out everything inside her and lining it up all neat and pretty at her side. Strings of things, liquid things, solids and red and immeasurable other colours all hitting the floor. She couldn't hear him. She thought he was laughing. But she could only hear the shrieking inside her head and the ringing in her ears. She was-she was-her lungs-
Shi held them in his hands for a long moment, watching as his mother's eyes closed all the way now, mouth still open, trying to gasp for air that simply could not come. She was so tired.
And the Lady of the Southern Land never opened her eyes again, of course.
And Lord Shi, he took out her still slowly pulsating heart last of all and placed it, gently, beside her head.
He stood up and bowed to her, respectfully, the proper son, and then walked calmly out of the room.