The longest reign of any ruler to have resided over the nations in Demon World was the ancient Lord Aspu (though Tiamat is believed to have reigned longer, her domain was that of the sea not land and possesses little relevance here) whose reign lasted for over 68 millennia, his reign ending, according to Demon world Legend 26 millennia পূর্বে at the avocation of his throne. The সেকেন্ড longest was Kingu who governed over the lands of Meso’ur for 15 millennia, though some argue and say it was 12, whose reign ended approximately around the বছর 3,500 B.C. On earth the longest reign of any ruler was that of Pepi II Neferkare who ruled for a mere 94 years over Egypt during the sixth ডাইন্যাস্টি and the সেকেন্ড longest was Taejo of Goguryeo who ruled over the north of Korea for a whopping 93 years. Time made all the difference when it came to defining the intricacies of both worlds and set them apart.
Earth was an uncontrollable place whose rulers changed every few decades অথবা worse, but in the Demon World there was control and peace, periods of war turning up only every 5,000 years অথবা so at the bequest of too many restless demonic spirits having collectively deciding they were bored. Thus were the times of the present , as Feudal Wars in Japan, the Colonization of the Americas and the Renaissance was occurring in Europe, the Demon World was experiencing some changes of its own.
Yomi sat on a rock with his elbow propped up on his raised knee contemplating… hm, now which to choose? He was in the nation of Baal and was the fourth conquer to have taken this land in the last 84,000 years since it was first inhabited, and the first happened to be a god, which barely counted. So it was better to say that he was the third. The number occurred to him as fantastical, as he thought about it, the last lord to have ruled this land lived for 7,000 years until he met with a certain untimely death several hours পূর্বে at Yomi’s hand. Lord Ba’agul was a casual lord, but a little old fashioned and so Yomi decided to meet with him earlier that দিন to discuss new plans of government for the kingdom. Things didn’t go so well and his body was found dead in his extravagant sandstone palace with his eyes torn out, propped against the দেওয়াল so badly battered that every part of him was covered in bruises and every bone was broken. Yomi’s way of excusing it… the fool had it coming, she should have known. He could still smell the scent of the Ba’agul’s blood on his claws, and noticed there was some stuck under his nails.., long and think pointy tipped nails that he could only remember were a rustic black, sloppy, he thought thinking back to the incident. Hum, but done.
I’ll do better পরবর্তি time.
Yomi had been building his power for almost 800 years, his eighth century celebration was only a few years ago, so he still felt no older than 799. He was born a wayward hybrid child around the বছর 780 A.D the son of a Seirim, his mother and an Ogre the demon who raped his mother in the small nation of Sha’Judea in the far southwest of the Demon world. Born restless and hotheaded having inherited the আরো of the savage nature of his father over the preferably peaceful grazing life of a herbivore, Yomi’s desire for blood and action quickly lead him stray and away from his প্রথমপাতা village, doing no better for himself than a thug, resorting to greed, to theft, to murder, to selfishness and to betrayal and to power and to think if only he could live another 7,000 years more, having come this far in only eight centuries, what could he manage to do in that time? Although Seirim demons generally have a life span of merely 3,000 years some of legend managed to live longer, nonetheless the thought tantalized his senses; and as longing as his spirit was, he had fame and fortune and a great reputation that struck fear in those who knew it…. Yomi was never satisfied with small victories, praise অথবা petty complements he wanted the world.
Resting his chin in the curve of his fingers he thought, contemplating his পরবর্তি move, listening intently to his surroundings as he did. The desert was quiet, and there was very little wild life, a টিকটিকি on a rock and a hawk combing the sky miles away, some wild foxes and further still was a flock of vultures converging on the corps of a dead goat, অথবা was it a dear, the shape was ambiguous though what he could tell is that it had four legs, horned and had hooves. At least a dozen birds flew in at it at once, with আরো circling above their eyes pinned hungrily on the feast below. The scene disturbed him. The savagery of too many demonic buzzards with razor sharp beaks tearing apart the flesh of a creature close to himself, was not his idea of pleasantness, which is what he needed right now. So taking a moment to relax he withdrew his, special ability to see over great distances, to focus merely on the land around him.
It was mid afternoon and very hot, the sun shined unfiltered from a cloudless sky; he could feel the heat burning on the crest of his black hair and on the tips of his polished darkly pigmented horns. He didn’t mind it; he was raised with the sun having been born in the desert. The dreadful heat of sun was one of those things he came to accept as a part of life. Having হারিয়ে গেছে his sight at an early age, Yomi learned that nothing was simple, and that life was hard, a lesson he had to learn in the worst of ways. Life is cruel and unfair, and if আপনি want a part of it আপনি have to work for it… very simple logic, but it was his motto… if আপনি don’t want to be burned দ্বারা the sun then clothe yourself properly, wear a veil অথবা don’t go out in it and live your life in the shadows where আপনি belong! To Yomi Sunlight and cruelty went hand in hand, both were harsh and yet perfectly opposite like the unending battle between light and darkness. Embracing both with praise and despising equally only made sense to Yomi.
He was now the ruler of the country of Ba’yh, named after the god Baal and its significant double Yahweh in the mountainous southwest region of Demon World, having just completed his goal of conquest over the ancient domain last night. Honeyed grain and wine was served in celebration to his success দ্বারা that morning, and now after a glass অথবা two he had retreated to the rocky out slope of a mountain of no significant name to think. What to do next. What should be his পরবর্তি step?
Taking Ba’yh was easy, as he expected it would be. The worshipers and Lord Ba’agaul were a synch, he was a fool and servants to the gods Baal and Yahweh were never the type of demons to resist the overthrow of a firm Monotheist. Though most of the region believed that Baal and Yahweh were gods of very different nature yet worked together in harmony to balance the lands and the world for those who worshiped them, some didn’t and assumed they were the same, like Yomi, who believed that they were two representations of the same god Allah.
This was his belief.
To Yomi all gods were the same god, and if they weren’t then they were insignificant. Allah being the only god in the Heavens to which he would not dispute over and accepted absolute power over the lands and nations, fate and even the soul. Existence as he knew it was governed দ্বারা Allah. Yomi was not a worshiper of Allah since he did not believe that such a thing was necessary, he was a knower of Allah. To know Allah was to know truth that was enough.
This was his theory.
In the city of Sha’ebel in the nation of Ba’yh, several temples and countless idol statues of Baal lay in scattered ruins throughout the streets amongst the bodies of loyal believers. They were the only ones to defy him, clinging to their temple stone and absurd imagery he crushed them without even the need of his immense demon power merely with the use of words, “well if আপনি have such extreme faith in your dear god Baal, then দ্বারা his name call upon him to deliver আপনি from me now. Tell him if he does not প্রদর্শনী up অথবা act to prevent me from breaking this temple অথবা from defacing and crushing his প্রতিমূর্তি that আপনি would lose your faith in him, for what good is a god who cannot truly act in defense of his people when need is in call?” And when the faithful loyalist to Baal replied, “No we do not demand service of our god that way! If he chooses to punish আপনি he will do it in his own way!”
Yomi laughed, but it wasn’t cynical অথবা mocking in anyway, rather he liked the response he heard and considering the fact that he saw Baal as one of the many representations of Allah, he said, “very well then demon I shall accept your Idealism and wait to see what he will do.” And with a smile he killed the loyal follower with a single sweep of his claw and then went on to his followers, crushed the temple, reducing it to piles of rumble amidst pools of blood, and the same was had over the entire nation. He conquered the nation of Baal দ্বারা conquering the very concept of Baal himself.
This was his way, battle plans and war efforts weren’t enough for him, he had to change things and make the world the way he wanted it to be. If he believed that there was only one god worth acknowledging and even going so far as to worship it then so should everyone else. All else was useless and he set his sights to crush all else underfoot. Only the temples of Yahweh and Bal’yawh were left untouched, for their beliefs were close enough to his own, that he felt no need to impose. Instead in the night before conquest began he sat in the temple of Bal’yawh in the small but highly significant town of Bellium, before the faceless idol of Bal’yawh and meditated till dawn.
It was one of the few Idols he would accept, mostly because it was not implicated with any particular likeness. The statue was very plain and its face was either left very flat অথবা rounded, but always faceless. Much to the contrast of the statues built in the idol form of Baal, with their monstrous contours and beast like nature which he despised. Yomi found the simple and plain nature of the idol and as well as the temple itself consisting of only square bricks an arched ceiling and a bare floor, sparing no interests for detail at all, much to his approval and comfort. Being blind , Yomi had tuned his other senses to feeling out the world around him in many different ways. He could hear for miles around, even the slightest whisper would not fail to make him twitch even if it were spoken a nation away, he could feel out the shape, density, patterns and distance of solid objects দ্বারা using his aura to send out signals like radar which would give his mind a clear mental image of all that was immediately around him, and more. Never the wonder that he preferred simpler places of modest construction আরো to his appeal than those of adornment and detail, Yomi preferred the simple things in life, silence, flat edges and অথবা perfectly arched surfaces, he hated jagged rocks অথবা embroidered clothing, অথবা anything that was too shiny অথবা intricately decorated—a fact that applies wholly to the irony of his life, when considering he had spent most of his years until late building up his power as nothing আরো than a thief. The Bandit Yomi, the Blind Bandit is what they used to call him, his reputation was long and proud, and was renowned for steeling everything from স্বর্ণ and silver to jewels of every kind to magical and cursed artifacts, treasures, weapons, slaves, land, anything, the আরো extravagant the better.
But that was before, those days are long past, he was a politician now, and soon he will be king.
This was his goal.
Sitting here now out in the open, he had though that his stay at the temple was আরো pleasant. The rocks around him were jagged and consisted of too much sand which he disliked. There was a large mountain in the distance which had disrupted his mental scans of the country on the south east so he directed his senses to the west where the land was broader and open. Keeping the sun to his back he intended to remain here until mid day, when the excessive sunlight would become too much for him and he would retreat to his tent and a refreshing cup of mint tea.
What to do, he contemplated. Should I take Babylon অথবা Ur next, অথবা maybe Zu’hyle hum? All were countries surrounding the Local nation, comprising there fourths of the southwestern lands, which would soon become his kingdom. Baal was down, Ra would be next, an ambitious task that which he decided he’d save for last and not till after he claimed the three semi-large nations… but which one, hum?
When a presence disrupted him, “Lord Yomi,” ব্যক্ত the humbled soldier who came up and kneed three yards away, the nearest a servant অথবা soldier was allowed to get to their honored leader. Yomi sighed, he had felt the soldier coming since he parted from camp a half mile away and new why he was there, a visitor had come into the camp and asked to see him. He also knew আরো than the soldier could tell him, he also knew that this visitor was not a demon.
***
Sesshomaru struggled to catch his breath, but found the rhythm was too difficult simulate. Even the muscles in his hand he used to grasp at his chest was unbearably difficult to control. He shook all over and could not stand অথবা even walk, that bastard!
How could he!
There was no pain, aside the injury he had received in his stomach which burned severely when that Inuyoukai faced অ্যাঞ্জেল jabbed him with the absurdly shaped hilt of his sword, and because of it he had even begun to cough up blood. Not too much, but enough to leave the taste of his own fluids to linger in his mouth, which he found disgusting, yet he hadn’t even the control to spit it out. His limbs would not obey him; however he still managed to crawl his way out of the crater and to a shadowy place in the ঘাস পরবর্তি to an old elm বৃক্ষ that was not far away. Gasping for breath and clinging to the বৃক্ষ for support, he let his body slump against it hoping to use its firmness for some stability. He just couldn’t stand this damn shaking. He couldn’t stop it, nothing obeyed him, and even his voice which was usually silent kept wheezing and shrieking as if he were crying out from the infliction of unending torture. He couldn’t stand it, to him this was torture, he had spent his life in perfect control, but now all of a sudden nothing was right, he was in agony…. How could this be?
Beside his stomach everything else felt numb, and if it wasn’t for that ceaseless trembling he could have fathomed this is what the dead must feel like. Numb, no feeling, painless… empty, hollow, and soulless and all around stricken like death. All he needed was a grave… that crater would have been nice… just to have lain there and waited for time to gradually fill it and cover him over in the way only time could. Beneath layers dirt and rock of the ages, those times that have not yet come, which as things are looking he would surely not live to see, for what happened to him this দিন he might as well already be dead.
Recalling that moment sent tremors rushing through him redoubling the force of his trembling body, what that অ্যাঞ্জেল did to him. He must have appeared as a perfect wretch clinging to his own body, shivering like he was trapped in the arctic snow. Grasping at his chest and chattering his teeth uncontrollably a sensation he had ever known before. He attempted to grit them together to stop it, but even that simple command was taken out of his control. How could he do this to me?
Damn him! And curse the gods and all their confounded Heavens! For this!
The moment was long; as he could not help his mind from going back to the very instant it happened, just shortly ago: the অ্যাঞ্জেল was standing over him, with its elongated staff pressed firmly to his abdomen. He had just finished uttering his chant and sealed away his power, just his power, not his soul, it wasn’t to force him to fall dormant but to make it impossible for him to summon his great demon’s strength. His body was then reduced to the level of an ordinary demon with no excess of strength অথবা aura, but that was only the beginning, for what happened next… it was unforgivable.
Removing the hilt from his belly, the sword reduced to its original form, which the অ্যাঞ্জেল returned to its sheath on his belt, then knelt down beside Sesshomaru and looked at him closely. His words: “Forgive me, but this was a direct command প্রদত্ত me from the highest order, and I dare not to disobey it.” At the moment Sesshomaru didn’t know what to think about what the অ্যাঞ্জেল was saying, his face was close enough to him now that their lips could have touched, not that such a thought was on either of their minds at the time, but আরো like the অ্যাঞ্জেল intended to whisper the পরবর্তি part in his ear, something that only he was meant to hear. He whispered, “by the Lord of Heaven I take আপনি prisoner of our Lord’s might, আপনি will be subjected to his will and to his power over you, this আপনি cannot defy.”
‘What,’ was the only thing Sesshomaru could muster before the অ্যাঞ্জেল brought up his now free arm, a light emitted from it within the flesh and as his hand began to glow reddish, not like the brand but with the likeness of light beaming through it, he plunged deep into Sesshomaru’s chest. Once again there was no actual penetration, দ্বারা saying that the flesh it’s was not broken, but left entirely intact. It was a phasing technique, the ability to pass through living অথবা solid matter without actually touching it. Sesshomaru gasped and grasped hold of the angel’s sleeve, his armor with the attempt to force it back, but the arm was already successfully phased through his torso and had found its target. To Sesshomaru’s horror he knew what the অ্যাঞ্জেল was after, his heart.
“You!”
“As I said, I’m sorry.”
As the অ্যাঞ্জেল drew back his হৃদয় came out with it, and all Sesshomaru felt was sudden emptiness and certain deafening in his ears, and all feeling and sound vanished.
It wasn’t long after the অ্যাঞ্জেল departed that the tremor of his fear instigated the uncontrollable shaking that so far hasn’t ceased since it started, and he knew he had to calm down. It had stated to rain, but he didn’t notice, not until the land grew completely dark and the winds picked up howling. It was the storm, arriving earlier than expected, but there was nothing he could do. Rin would just have to weather it through, and hopefully not get washed away in a land slide অথবা fall ill from fever like before. Jaken would have to take care of her, wherefore himself, all he could do was lay there and calm his mind and relax.
***
Rin is a lucky child, she and Jaken managed to find a cave in the forest, and relocated their camp to there just before the storm hit. She was still wet, but not soaking and chilled to the bone. Fortunately Jaken managed to work up a decent আগুন with some of the wood he gathered up having read the weather and knew the storm was coming, ‘oh I hope Lord Sesshomaru makes it back before it hits, looks like a big one.’
‘I’d hate to have to manage with Rin all দ্বারা myself.’ Sigh.
His fears were realized and as he sat আরো depressed than ever stroking the আগুন with a little stick, Rin shivered and sneezed. Wiping at her nose with the sleeve of her moderately decorated earthly colored kimono, “oh, don’t do that! Remember Lord Sesshomaru went through great lengths to get আপনি that কিমোনো and আপনি know how he hates to deal with humans!”
“I’m sorry Master Jaken, but I have nothing else to use.”
“Oh, go find a handkerchief!” then he turned away muttering dispassionately to himself, “ungrateful brat.”
Rin knew what a handkerchief was, but she didn’t have one. So instead she used the palm of her hands to blow her nose in then rushed over to the cave entrance to let the rushing rain clean them for her, getting her কিমোনো even আরো wet than before.
“Oh now আপনি went and done it! That was disgusting…. If Lord Sesshomaru had seen আপনি do that, he’d through a fit! And I’d be the one to take all the retribution!”
“I’m sorry master Jaken.”
After their little transpiring moment both returned to the camp আগুন and sat down. Rin with hands held closely to the flames, rubbing them together trying to get warm, she looked up at Jaken and asked, “Master Jaken…”
“Yes?”
“When will Lord Sesshomaru be back?“
“Who knows?”
“But, he ব্যক্ত that he wouldn’t be long.”
“And it hasn’t been long, just two days, he should return soon.”
The girl was content with that, it only meant that they would have to wait out the storm without him, just wondering where he was. After a while and with the heat of the আগুন pleasantly warning her body she lined back with her palms down on the rock beneath her, legs out stretched in front of her she begins to hum. It was a song that Jaken knew her to sing all the time; she called it her, “O where O where did Lord Sesshomaru go,” song. A song she thought was good luck because every time she sang it অথবা hummed, he, their honored ruler always returned shortly after, and after a while Jaken had come to secretly believe it to.
দ্বারা evening the storm had completely passed, leaving nothing but dark broken clouds above from where few distant stars could be seen poking through, but দ্বারা then it was already too dark to survey any damage to the land, অথবা attempt to find food, so they stayed in the cave till morning. Still waiting for their beloved ruler to seek them out and come walking up, a glorious sight, out of nowhere like he always had done before. It dazzled them every time, his beauty was just beyond compare, and yearning to see that demon’s face again at any time was always at the front of both of their minds. Expecting that he would be able to pick up on their scent if they stayed in one place they decided to stay দ্বারা the cave venturing out every once in a while to find a snack and to release their scent into the breeze that swirled দ্বারা that had calmed down quite a bit since yesterday.
Together they waited, which made the দিন feel longer and the span of time they experienced from the moment they last seen their master’s face and been in his presence became significantly longer. So much that Jaken had begun to pace impatiently outside the cave where he would remain for hours hoping that with every turn he would see a familiar form coming up from the bushes, but much to his disappointment he was never there. Evening came and then dawn, and still nothing. দ্বারা noon Jaken was becoming worried. ‘He should have been back দ্বারা now; he would have at least come to check on Rin, she’s only human.’ Jaken thought to himself, and as these thoughts raced in his mind, a trace of fear began to come over him, ‘what if something happened?’
Now Jaken knew that his master was strong, but apparently he hasn’t lived up to reputation has he had previously thought having been seriously injured দ্বারা ইনুয়াসা twice and in other times failed to walk away without a scratch, and then he was almost caught দ্বারা Naraku who sought to absorb him—how could he have let that happen, that demon shouldn’t have been able to touch him, among other instances he could recall, that fearing for his Lord’s welfare had become a frequent worry. ‘Hum, maybe he isn’t the strongest demon in the entire demon world after all, he was manhandled দ্বারা a cretin and wounded দ্বারা a half-breed not half his might অথবা strength, least of all in grace and dignity… I don’t understand it.’
‘None of this ever happened before, not in all my long years as his servant, so why now, why all the trouble?’
Soon he couldn’t ভালুক it any further, he had to know what was keeping his Lord, and he had to know now! So he clenched his three prong fist shook it beside himself, and swore inwardly, but in a loud cry through his thoughts, ‘My Lord I’m coming, rather আপনি like it অথবা not!’ and spontaneously he shouted, “Rin, get out here and bring Ah-un with আপনি were leaving… were going to find Lord Sesshomaru, and put out that fire!”
Rin obeyed and ran out with enthusiasm; they were going to find Lord Sesshomaru. That’s all she needed to hear.
***
ইনুয়াসা was seated on the front steps of his hut in Kaede’s village. The hut had been dedicated to him and his বন্ধু since they had come to take to the village as sort of their প্রথমপাতা base. It was the place where they rested and returned to after a long journey and job well done, in their mission to collect the Jewel shards. They were one Half-demon, himself, two demons a শিয়াল who was still very much a child and a cat that could transform and three humans, he called them his pack and of course he was Alpha. This afternoon he sat with his arms folded, attempting in vain to ignore the constant harassment of the human female who apparently wasn’t very content with his choice of immobility. She would shout, and he grunted, “this is lame, why not just leave it, It’s just gonna rain again soon anyway.”
“You would say that, doesn’t keeping things in order have meaning to you.” This was Kagome; she had been nagging at him ever since the storm passed to assist in cleaning up the village. ইনুয়াসা help with the larger things like plucking up and moving and upturned trees and the larger of the fallen branches, he even helped with rerouting the drain channels from the flooded ধান fields. He helped with fixing the roofs where damage was extensive, and hulled in lumber from the পরবর্তি town to rebuild a shed that had toppled over all the while keep any eye open with his Tetsusaiga for any যেভাবে খুশী demon that would happen to turn up. All this he completed yesterday, and was satisfied with, he had done his share, now it’s time for a break.
Three days have passed since the storm struck, and village clean up was just about done. Inuyasha’s feelings bore heavily on his efforts to lift the weight of the harder labor from the humans, being understanding of their physical limitations and figured that since they were আরো civil with him than most it was the lest he could do, a far cry from the lonely outside he had once been uttering stuff like—why should he be obliged to cater to them like a slave anyway? All they do is try to use me like a damn bull! Nonetheless he had refused to lift another paw since daybreak. Kagome was already becoming heavily annoyed with his lack of cooperation, “it’s not that much work Inuyasha! আপনি could at least help out a little.”
“Humph.” ব্যক্ত the Hanyou and turned his head quickly to the side, in response to her high pitched tone, wondering why she always had to put his name at the end of everything she addressed to him. It’s not as though he needed to know who she was talking to in that manner. Certainly no one else in the village was আরো familiar with her annoying tone adjacent to the way she spoke to him, then they would know, “oh it’s that ইনুয়াসা again, he must have done something to make her angry, poor fella.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Humph, I’ve done enough, like I need to be sweeping the road way it’s nothing but dirt anyway.” With that he stood up and strolled out of the village, anything to get away from that infernal nagging. Kagome just stood দ্বারা and watched him go.
'Damn her always making me do things, as if I don’t do enough around here. Give me a break.’ He grumbled to himself, arms still folded on his chest as he wondered mindlessly down the road.
The main reason he wanted to leave the village was because he had trouble with his focus, and couldn’t keep his mind on the task of working. That দিন he found himself daydreaming, and contemplating over memories from a dream he had last night. It was about Naraku and the দিন he and his friends: Sango, Miroku, Shippo and Kagome chased him into the borderland of this world from the next. It was a trap of course, Naraku had tried to lure them to that place so he could entrap them and get them out of his hair and collect upon a precious Jewel shard wile at it. His plan failed of course, Naraku’s efforts to vanquish them…. But, in the dream things didn’t go entirely with what really happened as far as his memory was concerned which he concluded was usually pretty good. In the dream Naraku’s target wasn’t the final shard of the Jewel, but his father’s power. In the dream Naraku was after the immense অস্থি and body of the deceased ancient Demon Lord that was ever so conveniently laid out in the open, in another world, but apparently that didn’t seem to matter. Naraku still found it easily enough. It was his intention to absorb it and gain that massive body, expecting the demon’s power to miraculously return with it… such was the logic of his dream… and ইনুয়াসা and বন্ধু rushed in to stop him, not so much to save his father’s dried up অস্থি from suffering such a terrible fate of becoming just another part of Naraku, but to prevent their arch enemy from gaining that much আরো power over them. In the dream ইনুয়াসা recalled considering using his Tetsusaiga to tear down those ancient অস্থি to rubble… no dust, to prevent the fiend from attaining even greater power, intentionally destroying his father’s corpse in the process. That is when Sesshomaru appeared charging in… glory unfolded, straight for him, and the expression on his face, the mere sight of him caused his হৃদয় to start.
He awoke just then in a cold sweat and a beating sound his chest that he was only familiar with when he felt his life was threatened.., but it was just a dream. Still, there was no way he was going to let Sesshomaru pound him, and for what, for considering such things? Peh! To prevent Naraku from gaining an even greater power, one to which Sesshomaru could barely compare, he would crush those অস্থি if he had to… right? Even though it felt logical enough, the dream just bothered him, and he kept trying to reason with himself; অস্থি are just অস্থি right, and when humans die they just turn to dust so, so why shouldn’t demons… right? It couldn’t be wrong to destroy one’s father’s grave to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands, right? He would have been right to do it, right? Every time he asked himself this Sesshomaru’s face would come rushing to mind, those cold golden eyes piecing into his like ফ্রোজেন daggers foreshadowing for an instant what was to come, and he would sweat. Oh no… Sesshomaru knew what he was thinking… oh great he could read his mind… Sesshomaru wouldn’t let him get away with it… Sesshomaru was disgusted! But worse so was he.
In the dream Sesshomaru was there for retaliation, for revenge over whatever it was that he was thinking Sesshomaru was going to punish him for it and he knew deep down that he had a right to do it to, and he hated that. In his mind, he’d replay through the event of his dream and wonder what else he could have done to prevent things from seeming hopeless, better ways he could have fought off Naraku before such a thought would come into his mind and leave him unprepared for what would happen next. Sesshomaru, charging in for attack, hitting him strait on, calling him a filthy half-breed, and say how dare you, despicable disgusting creature. How he hated it, he hated to fight him, though it taught him a lot he was the only family he had and they had to hate each other, আরো over try to kill each other, অথবা seem to. It was a waist and it was stupid, but what else could it be he was a half-breed, a hanyou and Sesshomaru was a full bred ruler, the heir to their families’ kingdom which he has been in charge of for the last 200 years. ইনুয়াসা however possessed no privileges অথবা rights to the সিংহাসন অথবা it’s kingdom and was looked at as no different than a commoner দ্বারা most. Sesshomaru despised him for that, saying that because he existed on such a low level he brought his father’s blood down to nothing to be stomped on দ্বারা even class C type demons like Koga, and the worst part of it was, without his sword it was true he was weak.
How many close calls did he have before the Tetsuaiga came into his clutches? How many times and years did he have to sneak around to avoid being noticed দ্বারা 30 foot tall ogres in the forest back in the days when all he had were his claws and a pathetic colorless aura?
Sesshomaru’s power was everything, he was all that every demon desired to be and more, how he despised and resented him for that and yet at the same time he admired it and fathomed, this is the example of what I’m a part of, all Inuyoukai are like this, and I’m one of them, that… that’s my power to. He’d be exhilarated দ্বারা the thought but then reality would strike and he realize what he possessed was just half power, because the other side of him, the part that makes him unique was mortal.
Human, physical, limited and weak, plus he didn’t understand the use of spiritual power, thus was the result of his lack in stature and place in the world.
He could never be like Sesshomaru and he knows that, all he knew is that he had to be the best at what he was, a hanyou and that’s all there was to it.
His dream of becoming a fully fledged demon had begun to fade a while ago, ever since he had begun to learn আরো about the Shikon Jewel’s nature he started to have his doubts. So since then any thoughts of that old ambition was distant and obscure to him. Often considering to himself what would he do as a full demon anyway challenge Sesshomaru, for what to seize the সিংহাসন and become a ruler in his place… nonsense, he possessed no such desire, a simple life is what appealed to him. He didn’t need to be worshiped অথবা glorified, though he does quite enjoy being flattered when other demons, weaker than him মতামত on his strength অথবা how pretty his hair was, but money, he didn’t need to be rich and most of all he didn’t..., he absolutely did not want the headache of being responsible of an entire nation like Sesshomaru was. With this in mind, the thought of tying to beat him was utterly pointless if not it was for the sake of his own pride and arrogance, to dethrone a king with no intention to take his place was useless and Sesshomaru was not a bad ruler from what he’s heard. They, the demon he and his বন্ধু would run into every now and then who were apart of the administration অথবা something, would say he was distant and rarely held court, but still got the job done and they’d praise him for it. ইনুয়াসা didn’t have a clue of what it took to rule a kingdom and as ব্যক্ত he simply didn’t care.
A quiet life that’s all he wanted, like a quiet walk down the road without a care in the world… “Inuyasha!”
He froze. That thrill voice… oh no, just when he was starting to feel relaxed. It was Kagome. He needn’t turnaround he could hear the sound of her bicycle petals সাইকেলে চলা up the dirt road quickly enough from behind. “Inuyasha… Hey!” at least this didn’t sound as annoying, the সেকেন্ড tone ‘hey’ bore the impression that something was up. So he turned aside and faced her with only the turn of his head, arms still folded appearing agitated, which was a usual stance for him, “what?” he ব্যক্ত in response to her abrupt arrival.
“There’s trouble!”
“Trouble, what… did another বৃক্ষ fall down?”
“No, it’s Sesshomaru!”
What? Inuyasha’s ears perked. What did she just say?
“Yes, Rin just came into the village she ব্যক্ত that he’s hurt and needs help!”
“Rin?”
“Yeah, she came flying in on that dragon; আপনি know the one with two heads that Sesshomaru usually rides.”
“I know what animal Sesshomaru uses!” this isn’t the response he intended to give, but his thoughts were suddenly clouded over, what was she saying…about Sesshomaru… that he’s hurt, no way… and what… help… him…. Is she kidding?
“It’s a demon.”
“I know that! What’s this she’s talking about, saying he’s hurt… and who cares?”
“She does apparently, and she’s really upset, she came all the way here just to tell us.”
“So?”
“She’s just a little girl Inuyasha, don’t be a jerk!”
With that he couldn’t argue, ইনুয়াসা was fully aware of the young girl child Sesshomaru kept with him for reasons unexplained, but apparently he protected her, even went to her rescue once that he knew about. So he was curious, “fine.” He stated, “we’ll see what she wants.”
The meeting with Rin wasn’t what ইনুয়াসা had expected, assuming nothing could be so bad that Sesshomaru would require assistance from him অথবা any one least of all a group of humans who’d sooner declare him an enemy and wouldn’t hesitate to destroy him if they saw it was in their interests, if they could. Humans and demons really didn’t get alone as well as he would like, they’re just too different from one another.
When he got there Rin was in tears, she kept crying about how badly hurt the great demon lord was and that no one had come to help him. She also stated that she didn’t know what to do, and neither did Master Jaken. Out of desperateness she took Ah-un and came here. She just didn’t know where else to go. Apparently Sesshomaru had never taken her প্রথমপাতা to his দুর্গ in Ja’Chi অথবা she would probably have sooner gone there, and would have been better off, for what could he do about it… if she wasn’t exaggerating of course?
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He went; it didn’t take much convincing from his বন্ধু to make him, he was curious. If Sesshomaru was really hurt, this was something he had to see with his own eyes.
