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(Part 2/2)
Anon’s attention was called by Remillia pounding on the door across from him. One door to freedom was left. Praying to any god that would listen, Anon rushed through the door to his right, directly across from his prison. Seeing the front desk, Anon’s heart was filled with hope before it immediately shattered.

Two bodies were thrown aside as a wild, furry beast feasted on the corpse pressed against the front door. Neither of those bodies had faces, just a gaping scarlet hole where eyes and noses should be. Those bodies didn’t belong to anyone. Any body could have pointed ears, brown fur and blonde fur, two tails and nine tails… they would never die. They were Youkai. They were Yukari’s shikigami. Those were just bodies. Yukari took them with her, leaving Anon for dead.

At least, she may have tried to. Sniffing the air for Anon’s scent, the brown-haired creature’s snout left the neck of the Yakumo household leader, revealing her features still intact and her eyes dead as a fish. No more cunning. No more lust. No more fear or affection or any of her conflicting emotions, hard to read under her constant guard. Nothing.

The creature feasting on the proud Sage was lithe, wrapped in a red, white and black dress and wore a brooch under it’s neck. And those ears… that timid girl? There were no Honshu wolves in the Outside and there were be few others even in Gensokyo. The entire Yakumo household, laid low by the wolf Reimu once described as one of the weakest youkai in Gensokyo. Now, she had the scent of a human on her nose. Spurred by a basic self-preservation instinct, Anon’s legs carried him back into the heart of the HSE.

As he fled down the intersection, Kagerou bounded after him on all fours. The iron door leading to the attraction area bent and broke under Remillia’s single-minded force. Yoshika shattered the wooden entry to the baths into splinters, sending the lock flying into Anon’s side as he ran past. Yet, he couldn’t stop. Every precious second he stayed alive was another chance something, someone would save him from this nightmare.

Entering the shrine room again, the death of Yukari had obvious effects. The entire forest had gone naked, like every leaf had suddenly evaporated. Running through the grounds, dirt and broken branches littered the yard. The shrine itself looked defiled: The wood rotten and covered in moss, paper torn and yellowed, and the scent of death emanating from the building itself. There was no other choice but to return to his cage, the only place that might retain some sense of normalcy.

The entryway to the main building was splintered and broken. Crawling between fallen beams, hoping the obstacle might throw the pursuers off his trail, Anon witnessed the side-effects of Yukari’s time-manipulation firsthand. Dust covered every surface, causing the entire scenery to glow bright red in the moonlight. The table he shared meals at was broken, the tatami mats busted, and the entire living room reeked of mold. The kitchen sink had rusted through and the rotten food could be smelt. Yet, none of the usual pests were present. This wasn’t Anon’s home or a copy of it. It was as if the building was an antithesis to life.

Anon heard rapid footsteps coming towards him. Not from the front-the veranda. Between the bathroom and bedroom, he went for the latter. Locking the door behind him, he rummaged through the room, looking for some kind of weapon or secret exit hidden by Yukari or the kappa. By the time the footsteps came to his door, Anon found nothing. Crawling under the bed, Anon prayed to every god he knew here and in the Outside that the youkai would overlook him.

His prayers went unanswered. Gripping one ankle with a clawed hand, Kagerou dragged the human out into the open. It was instant: The wolf-woman ripped off his juban, the jiangshi seized his head and the vampire lunged for his neck. Sharp and jagged, they tore into his flesh, ripping away fat and skin to expose muscle, organs and blood. He felt hot hot, stabbing pain before it became dull, the warm fluid on his shoulders, head and chest turning cold. So this was it? The Shrine Husband, ripped apart by youkai in the blasphemous mockery of the Hakurei God’s worship. How fitting…

Anon awoke with a start. Kagerou was still riding him, Yoshika’s cold tongue invaded his mouth and Remillia sucked at his neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey mark. They hadn’t even noticed when he passed out twice before, and didn’t care now. The incense had ample time to condition their bodies and train their minds, leaving them as slaves to their carnal desires. None of them would be satisfied until every drop of his fluid in his body was shot into their wombs.

So Anon indulged in his waking nightmare, packing another dark memory into the recesses of his soul.

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