All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
A laugh filled the empty half lit hall, but it was not a happy laugh, but the laugh of the insane. The demons here were now quiet, save for his laughter and the clanking noise of his empty tin cup against bars. His laughter got louder "He Comes!" He said in laughter "He Comes, just wait!"
He hit the bars hard and threw his dirty head back "He comes! My master he comes!"
But within the shadows something else was coming, it darted in an out like nothing more than a shadow, and his master would lift no finger to help him.
The insane laugh echoed, and all at once, it was silenced.
Just as quickly as he came, he left, he stopped only for a moment to turn and smirk at the dark fortress, no prison, that was meant to hold the evil in and to keep outsiders out. It was a dark place.
Outside its gates the ground where guarded by Miko's, they were the first and last defense against evil or to anyone who should not be there. Once inside the gates, the grounds were littered with holy men, but the demon inside were so dark these holy men had to constantly redo their sutras and spells. Inside the walls, the strongest of demon guards and even then some fell victim to the heavy pressure of evil.
And yet, he slipped right in and right out. Which was no wonder the place could not contain the evil he really wished to kill, Naraku.
Sesshomaru looked at his bloody claws, no doubt he would catch fire from his father for this, but he Sesshomaru didn't care, he wanted blood and blood he got damn it.
He took one last look and the evil place, its aura purple around the building, then he took off. The night would soon end, and the sun would bring news of what he had done.
He did not fear his father, but he knew this would end in a pointless conversation.
If Naraku and his henchmen didn't play the rules why would he?
Sesshomaru didn't like sitting around, he was a man of action, but he never did anything without good reason, and he did not waste his time even if he did have forever.
Unlike his father, Sesshomaru held no hesitation, and he was not merciful when he had hit, he hit, and he hit hard. He was a demon, and while his father was strong, Sesshomaru was feared.
He had actually done the Mikos and Monk a great justice this night, or at least in his eyes, even though their lives meant very little to him, he was no hero. But should Naraku decide he needs one of the demons confined he would get to them while leaving a string of death in his wake. Unlike demons, monk, and Mikos where a dying breed, which the human's feared, as they should.
Sesshomaru missed the dark ages, of course, some would call this the dark ages.
He knew the prison would be pissed, but it was their own fault, if anything it should be a lesson to them, he could quickly spin this on them if need be. Sesshomaru smirked, did these people think he would care, he was not on their side, or Naraku side. Some would argue he was good; others would say evil.
Sesshomaru was in the middle, not good, not really evil, just a demon. Dark, cold, uncaring, and loved a good blood hit. He had a dark heart, but he would be the first to tell you that unlike Naraku he had no heart.
Sesshomaru may have been his father's son, but he only answered to himself, no father, no religion, no woman and not to Naraku.
It really was his own father's fault, after all, his name meant 'killing perfectionist.'