The anger of all that was lost fueled their blood as the person slammed the weapon of Naraku's demise through the dark hanyou's throat.

The crimson eyes glazed over as the twisted life force slowly began to flow out of him.

Glazed with hatred for his killer.

Glazed with anger for all that he had left unfinished.

If Naraku had to leave this world through anger and pain...then so should the one who had forced it.

Said person looked sadly upon the deteriorating body, then slumped with the victory of the fight...and the loss of all whom had been destroyed.