Red is caked under his nails. Even more red is slathered all over his body. The white of his fans ruin the blood, blood, blood exterior. He's hideous in his demon—full demon state. But he feels blissful. It was all he ever wanted. He always wanted to become full demon, and every time he transformed into his human state, the feeling always strengthened. Every time his full demon state returns, he is filled with the bliss of killing. And he kept filling up with that bliss more and more until even though the evil demon, one who bears shards of the Shikon Jewel, the innocent villagers are dead also.
InuYasha casts his red eyes onto Kagome, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo. Kagome is staring at him—no, close by him, to the body of the villager next to him. The one writing on the ground, moaning for help. The one that Kagome is approaching. The one right. next. to. him.
"Lady Kagome, don't!" Miroku yells. Sango clutches onto her Hiraikotsu, her boomerang bone, and onto Kagome's arm, holding her back from InuYasha.
Because InuYasha is dangerous. Even to Kagome.
"Let go! That man is still alive. We've got to help him." The sweet pink of her lips form and extract words. He can just taste the blood—all of her blood. He'd love to run his talons through her flesh.
The feeling of bliss is rising.
Now Kagome is dead. Now Shippo is sobbing. Now Sango is dropping to her knees. Now Miroku is shouting blasphemies at him. And now InuYasha has finally felt the dangers of bliss.
Kagome. His Kagome.