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(bows to Wheezambu, whose story inspired this 'ficlet)



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Perhaps it was the jewel shards still clamped in his hand, but Kouga's eyes pierced the baboon headdress, the human skin, the greasy black locks to the shriveled reality beneath. Half-ingested demonlings struggled and seeped into the damning ichor as blackened tentacles leeched their essence. The more they strained, the more tightly they were bound, drawn inevitably into the twisted core.





This was the demon who'd ordered Kouga's friends killed and lands poisoned, who befouled the world with his very existence.





He eyed the proffered potion bottle.





"And this will make her love me?"





A grin cracked Naraku's face. "Of course."



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