[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

Smack! A harsh hand repeatedly collided with her cheeks."I will ask once more girl! How do you activate the scriptures!" The voice yelled. The man was hooded his face covered."....I don't know...." She looked up eyes glaring. The man became furious he smacked her again."You lie!" He growled. "If you do not tell me I will search your mind until I find it!" She was silent before she spat at him glaring. The truth was she didn't entirely remember. She was very young when her adopted father a monk named Father Shiatzu had told her. The man reached out and took hold of her head. Then the pain came. She let out a blood curdling scream as her eyes glazed over emptily. So many memories...so much pain...so much blood. The man let out a laugh so menacing it made you shiver."You wicked girl....so the gods so trusted one to bare such a weight...you must despise your mother for leaving you with such a horrid fate...but it does appear you are still needed." The man smiled lifting her jaw to look into her eyes."You are nothing more than a tool...no purpose other than to die to give Daemon the ability to destroy this world...Heaven..and hell ...to create one of his own...you must loathe your mother." The man smirked before turning. She coughed blooding spilling from her lips in a short river."...I pity you..." She spoke smirking a little though her voice was emotionless. "Pity me?" The man turned to look at her."...Even I can sense your pain...you have remorse..you don't want to hurt me...because you feel as if it is hurting yourself...you think I should loathe my mother...so I won't be in pain." The man came back over quickly grabbing her neck and slamming her into the wall." I could care less if you are in pain child! You...you are a sick little monster. You have memories of death ..that you enjoy!...Memories of pain and suffering but you show no pain!...Do you not understand that once we collect the sword and the final scripture you will die!...You will die painfully your soul ripped to pieces slowly! And you can't seem to care?...you are a monster." The man let her go obviously enraged."...a monster?...I am no monster...monsters do not feel emotion...you flatter me with an unaccomplished goal..I only wish I were a monster."