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It was quiet that night. All but one of the
thieving demons
had gone just down the river to take care of the water demons so as to
over their
territory for themselves while just the one stayed behind to watch over
the
slaves. Nobody dared to move as they were all beaten into submission,
but Nari
couldn’t help but look up from where she was sleeping to search the
many
unfamiliar faces that made it out alive hoping to at least spy one that
she
remembered from captivity.

“Psst,” a soft voice called from the pack of
slaves
somewhere to the left of where Nari was resting. “Kiddo, it’s me…!”

Nari cocked her thin blond brow when she searched
the sea of
sleeping bodies for whoever she felt was calling her. Knowing that
demons’
senses were heightened compared to humans’, Nari couldn’t help but look
over
near the towering oak tree where the watch demon was placed as she
prayed he
couldn’t hear what was going on at the moment. He was a seven foot tall
demon
with a muscular build and horns not only on his head, resting within
his chin
length blond hair, but on his elbows and forearms as well. He appeared
to be
sleeping, but Nari wasn’t sure and the way he looked frightened her to
the
point of attempting to be good.

Her ivy green eyes turned back towards the people
before
her, she crawling away from her son just a moment to hunt for the voice
that
was calling to her, “Are you calling for me?” She asked quietly not
sure who
the faceless person was that was speaking.

“Of course,” the voice seemed to hiss in
irritation before
finally making herself known. The African American woman was dragging
her way
towards Nari with her mid-back, messy black hair resting all over the
place.
“It’s me!”

Recognizing the young woman, Nari inhaled sharply
at the
female before her, “Candy!” Nari realized that she was a bit loud on
saying her
name, making Candy shush her and Nari look back over at their demon
guardian
before shifting back over to her neighbor. “You made it out alive
during that
attack.”

“Yeah,” she seemed to scoff, “I guess my mutt
master felt I
was worth keeping. Don’t know whether I should be happy about that or
pissed.”

Nari laughed a bit at Candy’s attempt at light
jokes though
she couldn’t help but shake her head at the numbers they had been
reduced to.
“It’s my entire fault,” Nari whispered with a shake of her head. “If I
hadn’t
been the human Sensui despised, maybe things would have worked out
differently
for those who were killed by his hands and left to die by their
masters…”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Candy assured with a shake
of her
messy black hair. “It’s Yoko Kurama’s fault and those bitches and
bastards he
calls friends who have us all turning tricks for their happiness.”

Nari went quiet as she tried to find comfort in
Candy’s
words though it was hard to. “Kuronue is gone now…what more, beyond my
son, do
I have to look forward to?”

Candy’s brown eyes seemed to widen a moment at
what Nari had
to say before narrowing them in a bit of rising anger. A part of her
was
infuriated that Nari wanted to choose now to seem so selfish. “What
more do you
have to look forward to BEYOND your
son? I think you have just your son and that’s all you need!” The
African
American woman hissed softly so as not to alert anyone. “Given those
around
you, kiddo, I would say you’re damn lucky! You had a master who loved
you more
than ours do and one of them gave you a son who that master stood up
for!”

Nari couldn’t help but stop a moment to think on
what Candy
was saying, the truth and pain of the words ate at her heart. “I am
just being
selfish, aren’t I?” Nari couldn’t help but ask with an apologetic tone.

“You’re damn right, you are,” Candy scolded
quietly before
looking at the sleeping demon to make sure he was still so. “Look, I am
sorry
that your master died but at least remember all he did for you and
tried to
do.”

“Speaking of which,” Nari began, eyeing Candy
seriously, “I
am thinking of dabbling in medicines here in Makai. Do you know anyone
here
that might have been a doctor or was a nerd in that field?”

Candy seemed to scoff at the idea before shaking
her head
once, “No, I don’t know any of these people but you and the ass who
stayed in
the stall in front of me. Of course, he died so, now all I know is
you.” The
grunt and shift of the guard demon silenced both the girls before Candy
realized that the demon was just shifting in his sleep. “Why do you
want to
learn something so difficult? It may take awhile to learn such a thing.”

“I just want to know odorless, poisonous Makai
plants,” Nari
confessed silently. Her teeth embedding gently within her chapped lips,
she
nodded at Candy with a serious expression. “I plan on getting out of
her and
getting some of these slaves free with me.”

“Kiddo, nobody knows what each Makai plant does.”

A twenty-three year old woman nearby was listening
in on the
two talking. Propping her head up with her left palm resting upon her
cheek,
she eyed the two with curiosity. She had knee length, braided, frizzy
reddish
brown hair with very light blue eyes. She was Australian as was hinted
by the
accent that rolled with her words, “Hey, if there is anyone you should
be
asking, it should be that Yoko Kurama bloke.”

Nari and Candy both went quiet, turning their
focus upon the
young Aussie woman.

“I hear he is the one who can make any medicines
from
healing tonics to killing serums,” she continued with her deep female
voice. “But
you know as well as I do that he would not just tell you.” Here the
nameless woman
shrugged with a bit of a miffed look. “We slaves are supposed to remain
stupid
and never to become smart.”

“I expected as much,” Nari replied with a sigh. “I
guess I
have no choice but to really watch him whenever he pulls out his
plants.”

“What are you talking about?” A male voice asked
from within
the crowd of people.

The three girls looked beyond the body of the
Aussie woman
to find a twenty-six year old male with straight black hair that
reached just
below his ears. He was Asian from the look of it and was of normal
build.
Unknown to them, the male came from the Philippines and had been with
the demons
for at least four or so years under a female demon within the thieving
guild.

The Aussie woman obviously didn’t enjoy the
company of this
male as she rolled her eyes at his speaking up, “What do you know what
any of
this? You’re no Makai plant expert!”

“Maybe not, but I know of a demon called Suzuka
who is not
only a weapons expert, but also dabbles in the same as Yoko Kurama
does,” the
male responded.

“Suzuka?” Nari asked with confusion. “Who is he?
Is he in
the guild?”

“No,” the man answered quietly. “He is said to
live on his
own terms and just on the outskirts of the demonic city to the south of
us. He
does nothing but spend his time training, making weapons, and working
on
different potions that do many different things. He is said to consume
himself
within his work, so I am betting he could tell you anything you want to
know.”

“But there’s a problem, you dope,” Candy
criticized, “This Suzuka
lives way, WAY away from here. How
is she supposed to speak with him if at all?”

The man went quiet for a moment before crawling
towards the
three listening in one what he had to say. The Aussie woman rolled her
eyes
once again as she moved for the Philippine male to come in closer to
their
circle they had created. “You can write to him. When I was brought
here, I was
taken with my bird that they released within Makai. I trained him to be
a
messenger bird and he comes when I whistle to him a specific melody.
Write a
letter and I can take it to give to my bird and he can give to Suzuka.”

“Write a demon?” Nari wondered aloud with a bit of
doubt in
her tone. “How can I write to the very creature I despise?”

“Pretend to be a demon and pretend the same when
writing to
Suzuka,” the man suggested quietly and yet almost eerily. “Don’t tell
him
you’re a human or I am sure he will not help you so easily. And
remember don’t
forget to call him ‘the beautiful Suzuka’ or he will be irritated right
away.”
“‘Beautiful’…? What is this, a narcissistic
demon?” Nari
asked with a bit of disgust.

“Exactly,” the Asian male retorted with a sort of
wink to
Nari before going back to sleep for the time being.

The Australian woman merely scoffed at him before
shaking
her head slightly, “If your bird is so damn brilliant, why haven’t you
written
to someone who could help us?”

Hearing the remark thrown his way, the Asian
looked over his
shoulder with a cocked brow at her before turning back to his side with
a bit
of a depressed sigh, “Because who could…who would?”

“How do we even know this demon exists?” Candy
wanted to
know in disbelief in the male’s story. “For all we know, it could just
be
gossip.”

“It’s not gossip,” the man hissed with his back
still facing
them now. “I saw him with my own eyes one day when my mistress went to
go see
him far beyond the hideout borders years ago. They do some dealings
with this
guy because of the weapons he can make since they can prove deadly
within the
hands of the right demon.”

Nari could only tilt her head to the side a
moment, hearing
all of this about Suzuka, “So he is a force to be reckoned with…”

“Are you truly going to do it?” The Aussie woman
asked,
Candy wondering the same as she seemed to try and eye Nari with
curiosity.

Nari was quiet as all eyes seemed to be on her at
the
moment. Fidgeting for a second, she managed a nod, “I am going to write
him. I
want everyone to be free even if I have to risk my entire being to do
so. I
will poison them all if I have to, just to get out of here…”

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Nari curled back up with her son before the
morning light
chased away the eternal darkness. The watch demon had finally woken to
continue
his responsibilities as he was glad that nobody knew he fell asleep on
the job
in the middle of the night. But there were still no signs of the demons
who had
left to take over the area Yomi had spied not too far away, leaving
those
around in peace for sleeping though a shadow loomed over the sleeping
Nari
early that morning.

The tail of a serpent began to slowly slither
towards Nari’s
face, as the scaly tip of the appendage cupped Nari’s chin harshly,
making the
young woman wake up quickly and in a sort of panic recognizing that it
was a
snake, one of her worse fears. “Wakey, wakey,” Suzu hissed irritably,
she
getting right up in Nari’s face. “We cannot have you sleeping in, now
can we?”

Nari’s eyes widened as she quickly got to her feet
with her
son in her arms, breathing heavily at the snake demon standing before
her.
“What—what do you want?”

“Come now, child,” Suzu began with a fanged grin,
“that is
no way to respond to a superior to you.” Her green scales slithered
against the
ground as she stood there with a fancy, golden belt of some kind
gracing her
snake and human half which consisted of many different jewels and such
that
made a chiming sound whenever Suzu was to move. Her long, black hair
remained
braided though also braided within beaded strings as she wore a
midriff, white
top decked out in more expensive looking items of gold and silver.
“So,” Suzu
began, resting her knuckles upon her tanned cheek. “It is true after
all that
Kuronue is indeed dead.”

Nari said nothing to that as she refused to
believe even
then that it was true, “Where…where are my masters?”

“Oh, shut it, child,” Suzu demanded with a glare
of her pure
black eyes. “They are busy fighting for that area of land still.
Obviously
those water demons were a bit more resistant than Yomi gave them credit
for.”

Nari continued to back up until her back was
against a tree
not too far away from where she was resting. Suzu continued to corner
Nari into
the area she was forced upon, slithering so close that her breath
caressed the
fair skin of the abused slave. The young American closed her eyes
quickly when
the snake demon came so close to her face as well as feel the demon’s
sharp
nails upon her cheek for an instant.

“And now you are all alone,” Suzu remarked softly,
as if in
thought. “Now there will be nobody to show you mercy when your masters
rip you
apart brutally. I know Yomi is eager to get his hands on you, as am I.”

Hearing such a thing forced Nari to open her eyes
swiftly
and with a bold glare, “Maybe it is my Master Yomi’s right to touch me
in such
a manner, but it is NEVER yours!”

Suzu’s eyes widened in fury at Nari’s words as her
hand met
with the young woman’s cheek, ripping into her flesh from the harsh
slap, “How
dare you speak to me in such a way, you worthless bitch!”

Nari hissed and flinched from the poisonous strike
upon her
cheek, trying not to drop her son from the horrible feeling that
attacked her.
As she released a brief cry in pain, Nari slowly made her way to the
ground so
she could put Okuro down, collapsing on her front in slight convulsions
of
pain.

The snake demon watched with a mere shrug at the
situation,
showing how coldhearted she truly was. “With the bloodstream of an S
class
demon, you can only suffer through that poison until it finally
consumes you
entirely. Suffer through it for a little while—or at least until I feel
you deserved
to be released from its icy clutches.”

Nari could only look up gradually from where she
was resting
now face down. You—you bitch! Was all
she could think at the moment as her body began to produce cold sweats.

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The hours Nari had to spend with the poison,
threatening to
kill her at any given moment, was torturous for the young woman. Suzu
knew if
either Yoko or Yomi saw Nari was infected, they would both not be
pleased and
so she relieved Nari eventually of her own poisonous scratch by feeding
her the
remedy when Nari refused to move thanks to the pain. It took at least
later
that night for the cure to kick in and given Nari the ability to move
without
problems. Okuro had been upset over the state of his mother and she had
to try
to assure him that she would be okay before finally being able to hold
him.

Later that night, the quiet surroundings the
slaves were in
were soon pierced by the roaring crowd of demons heading in their
direction.
All of the humans picked up their heads from where they were resting to
see
that the demons were coming back, obviously in celebration over what
had
happened. They had won the area and slaughtered the water demons for
the right
to take it and they didn’t mind flaunting their delight.

“I told you we could do it!” Yomi’s voice remarked
as he
soon appeared within the densely lit area everyone was waiting in. He
was proud
over what they had done, for now they had their home.

Yoko Kurama grinned at Yomi before turning to face
those
demons around him with a raise of his hands, “We have finally done it.
We now
have our home and we shall move in tonight. Gather up your slaves and
let us
relocate.”

Nari couldn’t help but sit back with her son in
her arms to
watch as Candy was picked out of the crowd by her master before eyeing
the
Australian woman she spoke to as well as the Asian male before shifting
her
eyes upon the towering Yomi who didn’t hesitate to snatch Nari by her
neck
shackle.

“Come on, you bitch,” Yomi responded with glee as
he hauled
her away from where she was trying to recuperate. “We have a new home
for you.
But don’t expect much, because you deserve nothing but what we feel you
are
worth—which is close to zilch.”

The young woman said nothing as she was dragged
away from
the tree she was in front of. Nari knew if anything they probably had a
new
revolting area for the slaves to stay in, and she couldn’t
sarcastically wait
to see it all.

The forest seemed to go on forever and get thicker
the more
everyone walked towards their new home, but eventually the woods
thinned and
opened up before a rather large looking mansion built right before
another
raging waterfall. The mansion had at least three levels from the look
of it
outside and to the right of it, a barn area where cattle of some kind
was
obviously kept though Nari was unsure of what. The region reeked of
blood and was
also littered with the dead bodies of many innocent demons that made
some of
the slaves turn their heads upon the sight.

“We have to remodel the barn to fit the slaves and
build
onto it so all of them can fit within it,” Yoko Kurama announced as he
pushed
his way forward from where he once was in the back of the group. “So
until
then, you all need to put up with your slaves being within your
bedroom. Pick
out your rooms and get some rest. It’s been one hell of a run and I am
sure we
could all use the sleep.”

Nari watched from where she stood beside Yomi as
the fox
headed into the mansion before anyone else as she was pushed harshly
forward. Flinching
from the shove to her back, she stumbled forward as she followed after
her
other master towards the new building facing them.

The large double doors to the water demons’ once
home opened
slowly as Yoko Kurama entered the front part of the large mansion.
There were
doors littered on the right and left of the bottom floor and the same
could be
said for the top level which was connected to the lower by a flight of
stairs
straight ahead from the entrance. Red carpet and marble flooring
decorating the
ground as stone and wooden doors decorated the rest. Candles stood up
near the
front doors with a slight flicker though a chandelier hung from the
ceiling to
illuminate the room a bit better.

“We will look over the area better tomorrow,” Yoko
Kurama’s
voice boomed from the stairs up ahead. “Right now, we sleep.”

All of the demons separated to hunt down the rooms
they
would want to as Yoko Kurama came back towards the entrance where Yomi
stood to
look at the slave he had. “Yomi, do you mind if I steal the bitch for
the
night? While my anger was mostly put out during the war we had, it is
not
entirely gone.”

The yellow, piercing eyes of the fox demon seemed
to look
fiercely at Nari prompting the woman to lower her head at the demon in
front of
her almost in submission. She knew he was furious at her for being the
cause of
Kuronue’s death though she too felt it was Yoko Kurama’s fault in
return.

“I don’t mind,” Yomi admitted with a scoff. “I’d
like some
quiet anyways without the brat in my room.”

Yoko Kurama’s hand gripped onto Nari’s shackle as
he headed
back towards the stairs to head up them and then soon trail down the
very back
of a long stretched hallway to the right. Getting to the end of that
corridor,
another surfaced on the left where windows lined up the right side of
the area only
to halt before the only door in this hallway which rested within the
center.
The passage was obviously connected to another corridor just further
down the
red carpet that turned left, making the area appear to wrap about in a
square
fashion—giving the leader more than enough privacy from all the other
rooms and
doors about the mansion since this one appeared to be hidden well from
the
others. The silver fox demon opened the door without problems, leading
Nari
within the new room with a harsh push.

Nari stumbled within the room, her son within her
arms in a
tight embrace as she looked about the new room with her weary ivy green
eyes. The
body length windows lined up right beyond the front door showing off
the raging
waterfall that was a few feet away from them. It gave a beautiful view
to the
outside world for Nari as the rest of the room was lined with the
normal things
one would expect. It had a large canopy bed resting against the windows
right
ahead with pure white curtains and bedding with a bookshelf lined with
books on
the right of the front door and a fireplace with a few decorative
chairs on
either side to the left. There were quite a few things within the room
that
reminded Nari of the old room Yoko had, but she said nothing to it as
she
turned to face her master with her head lowered.

The door was slammed by the demon’s rage as he
came closer
to the young woman, “Put the child down upon the carpet. I am not
through with
you just yet.”

Nari did as she was asked slowly, keeping her eyes
upon the
fox demon before her with a bit of a frown upon her features this round.

“Don’t give me that look, you bitch!” Yoko Kurama
demanded,
slapping her across the face with the back of his hand and then forcing
her
towards the canopy bed by her neck. “You made me lose my best friend
and for
that, you will suffer as I am right now.”

Nari’s back met with the plush covers of the
canopy bed when
pushed once again to land upon them. She was still trying to regain her
strength from the poisonous attack the bitter snake demon left on her
and could
hardly move an inch without flinching. But despite all of this, she
couldn’t
help but growl at his accusations, “My—my fault? Who was it that was at
the
battle? It was you, so it is your fault!”

Yoko Kurama’s hand embraced Nari’s neck harshly
with a bare
of his sharp demonic fangs. “And if it hadn’t been for you being in the
damn
way, he would have survived with my help to begin with!” The hands of
the demon
worked away at his white sash to get it off so his baggy pants could
get out of
his way, his hand remaining upon Nari’s neck so she couldn’t resist as
she was
threatening to.

Seeing that the demon was about to rape her,
Nari’s nails
raked down the demon’s arms trying to make him stop. Not wishing to
show her
sadness, Nari fought back her tears with a furious cry, “Let me go!”

“Shut up or I will make this worse for you!” Yoko
Kurama
barked angrily as he released Nari’s neck to grab onto her hips,
pulling her
forcefully against his body so he could enter her whether she wanted it
or not.

Nari couldn’t help but scream at the feel of the
demon’s
length coming inside of her forcefully, her body not wanting him in to
begin
with making it beyond painful. Her fists clutched upon the covers of
the bed to
feel him come inside of her at quite the pace. Yoko Kurama’s size was
demonic
and not human as her body was supposed to take, and even years after
taking all
three of her masters, her body even now didn’t want to accept the
abnormal
sizes. With the speed he was ensuing upon was forcing her walls to
stretch and
tear, blood coating the demon’s member as well as the inside of Nari’s
body.

Yoko Kurama’s hand gripped tightly onto Nari’s
quivering
hips to keep her still, his nails embedding within her already
scratched and
scarred sides creating more marks to soon become another white mark.
His wild
hair flowing over his shoulders and shifting with every thrust, he
grunted with
a furious look in his eyes continuing to push himself as far in as he
could go.
His organ swelling with his demonic seed made the pressure within Nari
worse as
he could see from the horrible expression upon her face. Taking his
hand, Yoko
Kurama covered most of Nari’s face making the young woman start to
throw her
head from side to side in terror.

Nari continued to fight against the demon best she
could
with her nails until her body was forced to take in the dark seed he
had
gathered. Crying against the demon’s palm, her body seemed to slowly go
limp
from the rape she endured.

Yoko Kurama did nothing but grunt with every bit
that filled
his slave, not in it for fulfilling his needs, but making Nari hate
that even
more of him was inside of her now. Pushing her head back down upon the
bedcovers, the demon pulled out of the human’s body so he could get
ready for
the night’s sleep not caring that her blood mated with his organ.

Nari moved over to her side with her arms about
her body in
an embrace though she refused to let the tears crawl from the depths of
her
eyes. Hearing the shifting of the bedcovers, she looked over her
shoulder with
a slight sniffle to see that the demon was preparing for bed.

“Your damn child is not coming into this bed,”
Yoko Kurama
retorted angrily. “You can either sleep with him on the floor or sleep
here,
but I am not letting him in this bed.”

The blond haired, battered woman tried to help her
injured
body up though it hurt to do so. Slipping from the side of the bed down
to the
marble flooring, Nari crawled silently towards her son whose ears were
moving
about, indicating he was listening to what was going on though not
moving from
where he was resting as he learned to stay put and quietly whenever his
mother
was being abused by her masters.

“Then stay on the damn floor for years to come,”
Yoko Kurama
hissed, blowing out the candles and turning off the lights. “It bothers
me
little.”

Once again, Nari said nothing as she embraced her
son in
attempts to feel better while her mind raced with a few ideas in that
very dark
room.

The night seemed to last forever as all of them
appeared to
when she was thrown into the depths of Makai. But in the middle of the
night,
Nari looked over at the bed to see that Yoko Kurama appeared to be
sleeping
thanks to the slight heavy breathing she could hear. Checking Okuro
next, Nari
saw he too eventually fell back asleep no thanks to that rude awakening
with
her being raped by the fox demon earlier leaving Nari the only one
awake.

Getting to her feet slowly, she couldn’t help but
hiss
silently from the pain that attacked her lower half as she walked over
to the
writing desk in the room that was next to the bookshelf to hunt for a
piece of
paper and writing pen or pencil. Her hands rolling across the desk in
the dark
room, Nari’s nimble fingers eventually found a couple of blank sheets
of paper
and, what appeared to be, a quill pen. Taking the chair before the
writing desk
as her seat, Nari grabbed the quill pen and a blank sheet of paper in
hopes of
contacting the one demon who could help her.

To The Beautiful
Suzuka,

I am writing to you
now because word of your abilities has traveled far and wide within
Makai and I
am in dire need of your help. I was wondering if it would be possible
if you
could teach me more about potions, herbs, and or any type of Makai
plant that
could be used to make healing potions or could be used to end someone’s
life. I
am interested in learning all that you know within this area.

Please respond as
quickly as you can…I fear for my life and these plants could help save
me…

Thank you,

Nari
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