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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RAIN OF DESTINY

The smell of burning flesh and rotting corpses filled the air as the atmosphere simmered with the glow from the fire. Acrid smell of blood lingered with the thick black smoke. Sounds of terrified children and dying demons rung throughout the village as they were torn apart.

A man stands at the center of the once serene village. The silver hair glow red from the fire and the blood, and the distant golden eyes reflect the destruction of the town. In his hand, a sword flashes silver as the light bounces of its surface. From the tip, a single drop of blood falls. The man, fragile looking in features, boldly slashes at a wayward demon who had gotten too close.

Looking around, he sees a sea of crimson blood and here and there, the pattern is broken by bits and pieces of the humans who once occupied this village and the demons, who dared to challenge him. The deafening shrieks that had filled the night, eased and eventually ceased.

Walking past a woman whose head had been severed some minutes past, the man opened the door to the shrine. A body of a child blocked the doorway and he kicked it to the side. His goal did not lay inside the shrine, but the cottage behind it.

Walking swiftly with sure steps, he exited the shrine and entered the garden of the shrine. If the garden had once been beautiful was unknown for carcasses of various people decorated the pathways and earth. The tiny stream that had once flowed cleared was now bleached with the endless flow of blood from the bodies.

Closing in on the cottage, he was met with resistance as two men charged at him with swords and incantations. Before they took in their second breath, their heads fell to the ground soon followed by their body. He barely looked before he opened the door.

It was a simple home, dark as a moonless night. He took no notice as he reached his goal. Opening the lid, he found nothing. They had hidden the child before he had gotten here. A roar of frustration pierced the silence.

With unimaginable speed, he flew through the village, trying to locate the child. The distinct smell of the infant was missing in the village. The village had known he would be coming and had swept the child away before he had gotten there. With an angry growl, the man swept the sword in a powerful arch destroying what was left of the buildings.

"Jaken!"

A small toad like creature appeared before the enraged lord.

"My lord." A humble bow was presented.

"Where is the child?" A low voice questioned.

"It has escaped to the Northern Lands. I have just received word that it was spotted traveling with its guardian." Jaken trembled with fear.

A humorless laughter burst past the man's lips.

"A human has outdone me. A human.!"

Abruptly the laughter ended and Sesshoumaru, the great Lord of the Western lands bellowed into the invisible night sky.

"I WILL FIND YOU!! DO NOT DOUBT THAT HUMAN!" A howl like sound echoed through the mountain side.
In the distance a child began to cry, awoken by a sound that no one else had heard.

A women tightly holding on the precious child whispered words of comfort and soon the child fell into a dreamless slumber.

A red moon rose to greet the starless night sky.