It was still quite early in the morning, and the death bed as he called, it was smoldering under the ash.
Sesshomaru stopped a good ten feet back. How the humans could stand to do this he never understood, the smell of burning flesh was strong even without a demon nose.
As he stood there he could still, even in death feel traces of her power, but the jewel was lacking from it. Infact the jewel was lacking all together. He looked back at the child. Her eyes caught his and then move to her sisters death bed.
He was hoping she would leave on her own, but it was clear . She was not.
"Leave me," He looked back at the dirt wood and ash. "Stealing dead humans is not something I would lower myself to."
She like always hesitated but bowed slightly before leaving.
Sesshomaru knelt to the ground and touched it with one hand. "What have you done, what trickery befell you wench?"
Better yet, how did she put a spell on his brother? What was it about these human women? At least Kikyo had power whereas the half-breeds mother was a useless Lady. But none of that really mattered.
His father was dead, he was alive and his brother was in Limbo.
"My father's blood runs in him, that is all the reason I need, yet why must I explain?"
A strange wind blew and Sesshomaru could have sworn that he is seeing a woman standing beyond the ashes with a feather in her hand. But before he could get a good eye a fog, more of, a cloud of Ash breathed into his eyes and nose.
Kikyo would answer even beyond the grave. A show to the demons that her kind should not be underestimated nor forgotten.