(A/N: Here's the Interlude to the next section… we finally get to met the antagonist! Yay! Enjoy!)
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Interlude II
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Legend told of a demon soldier who had been betrayed by the very royal family he had spent the whole of life serving honorably. Everything was ripped from him, his lands, his property, even the armor he had forged for himself, until he was left with nothing but the clothes on his back and an unending resentment towards all humankind.
With his hatred set in place, he set out to destroy all who had betrayed him. He killed by the thousands, only conquered by a group of monks who somehow trapped him in an iron stone cell, to be kept forever in sleep in hopes that his evil would someday be forgotten. Yet his bloodbath had earned him a place in all of history, and he soon became known as the infamous Black Dragon.
He could never be forgotten, for his very life had been built on legend.
And without those legends, he would not exist.
But along with a legend, his life had been shaped by greed, by lust, by power.
And he wanted more.
It was only a matter of time until the entrapment spells would be fully broken, and then he could finally be free to seek the object he most desired, and kill the one who possessed it.
The Shikon no Tama. It had been revived by the same miko who had reawakened him.
Her blood would be his.
He stirred within his cell, the icy walls burning his skin. His black eyes scanned the surface of the wall in front of him, and sent his power onto it. He breathed onto the forming pool and watched his breath immediately freeze and stiffen the pool, until he could see his own reflection in the ice mirror. A handsome, youthful face stared back at him, his gaze solid and as icy as his cell. His black hair fell in a great mop down his shoulders to the small of his back, the ends split and frozen as they curled.
With a smirk, he blew on the mirror again, watching his image disappear, and a new form take his place. The demon's eyes glowed ebony red, its muscular neck and snake like head withering impatiently, foot long fangs sticking out on either side of its dark mouth. The yokai screamed with annoyance, flames spewing from the mouth in waves. Impatient snorts issued from its muzzle, and it silenced only when an evil smile cut across his perfect face.
In time great dragon… in time…
He blew on the mirror once more, this time intent on his goal. The iced magic slowly faded his yokai's image and momentarily went black, nonexistent smoke swirling in the center of the frozen pool.
Show her to me!
An image of a young women formed, her face drawn in sleep at the foot the Go-Shinboku tree. The Shikon no Tama glowed lightly in her grasp, highlighting every feature of her face. He studied her for a while, memorizing every detail.
There was no room for mistakes.
Closing his eyes, he centered his magic and sent it towards her, gently prodding at her memories. His smile only grew as he sifted through each memoir, and paused as he experienced the ones he thought he could use. Once he was finished, he withdrew his power from her limp form, slightly annoyed at how far she still had to come.
Her image faltered as his demon growled from deep within him, its reflection showing on the mirror slightly. He shook his head and chuckled cruelly, focusing on the miko's face.
The moment she came close to his cell, he would be free.
She would supply his first meal…
…and the Shikon no Tama.
Come for me girl. Come and search for your love.
His demon screamed with anticipation, and he allowed it to, every war cry making his cold heart harden and fill with desire.
Come Kagome… you cannot escape. Your blood and the jewel belong to me!
Then he laughed, each violent echo reverberating off the walls, the taste of freedom closer than he could have ever imagined.
The time of the Black Dragon would come again.
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(A/N: Dun Dun Dun! Such an evil dude… anyways, it's another chappie so I hope ya'll enjoyed. I will try to update ASAP! Until next time… R&R plz!)
