Prompt: Centurion
Warning: more references to suicide
He'd jumped from a high building once- only for flight to kick in before he could hit the pavement.
Demonic instincts intervened when rope tightened around his neck- claws slashing to sever the strain- fingers seizing up when desiring to pull a trigger.
The Killing Perfection quite literally couldn't be killed.
Sesshoumaru lifted his face from the couch, crumpled notes scattered around him.
His old warlord self, practically a Centurion commander, sneered with contempt inside his mind.
"Pathetic worm. We should have perished in battle."
Golden eyes slid shut.
Hn.
His phone alarm went off, something flashing on screen.
'Patrol.'
Sesshoumaru relaxed.
Purpose.