Prologue:
Inutaisho stood overlooking the place where his son, Sesshomaru, was being born. He smiled at the thought of his mate giving birth to his son, just before he felt the demonic power behind him. He spun and saw his first and eldest son, Kiriaku, standing before him. Kiriaku's eyes were sad and he was looking at Inutaisho with a look of longing, "Father. You must come quickly to my mother. She is very ill and she..." Inutaisho looked away, "Father?!" Kiriaku said surprised.
"Your mother knows well that I will not come back to her." Inutaisho said quietly. Kiriaku stepped back for a moment, startled. Then he stepped back, "The Tensaiga will not be used on a Navol."
"So you will simply leave her to die by your hand? Is it possible that you could have really loved her?" Kiriaku stepped forward, "If you will not go to her will you at least allow me to take it to her so she can be healed?"
"Kiriaku..." Inutaisho said quietly, "You using the sword, especially this one, it could kill you. Navols were not meant to heal, only to destroy."
"I don't care! My mother will die if you do not save her." Kiriaku was getting angry now and Inutaisho knew that when Navols got angry, even half Navols like Kiriaku, they could get bad. He backed to the edge of the cliff.
"I will go now." Inutaisho said quietly, jumping off the edge.
Kiriaku followed him to the edge but didn't jump, "I'll kill you, and you're precious Sesshomaru, along with all of your other sons... Inutaisho."
