Eavan knew where the demon lord was taking his pack. Since the death of the priestess some nights ago, he had been so silent. His stoic features hardening just a fraction as he led the company through the forest without rest in sight, it was when they were relatively close to their destination did Eavan figure it out. A powerful presence overwhelmed her instantly; a power that rivaled Taisho's but felt similar to Sesshomaru.
Her spine tingled at the thought of what she would tell Sesshomaru in regards to the Tenseiga. She knew just as much about the sword as Taisho did and held secrets to the blade that the former Lord of the West must have relayed to her before his passing. Would she reveal everything to her son? She was sworn with secrecy, sworn by her former mate to only give her son the answers he seeks when the right time came. It worried the spirit that everything she had worked for would be all for naught because of the spiteful demoness, Oh how her heart ached with trepidation. A sigh bubbled in her throat, she knew that they would cross paths with the inu demoness at some point in their journey, she just didn't think it would be so soon.
But it must happen for it was another step forward for her love.
"Lord Sesshomaru?" Rin called up toward the pacing demon and gazed up toward his hard features. "Is everything alright?"
Sesshomaru did not answer her but continued to pace while keeping his sight trained on the passing clouds, eyes scanning every inch of the sky for a shape that stuck out. He could smell her. A scent that was engraved in his mind permanently that once swelled him with comfort but now all it brought to him was annoyance.
"I don't think weeping over a stone is concerned as 'pressing matters', pup."
She had taunted him during his moment of mourning.
"In actuality you do have more pressing matters and slumping around to the memory of a low life human is not one of them, son."
His fist clenched at the memory of his last confrontation with his mother close to a year ago. It still burned him, enraged him and upon the feeling of needing to speak to her on the matters of Tenseiga was enough to make him nauseas. His mother would always be his mother; he just didn't have to like her as much.
Golden eyes squinted upon the white clouds when a dark shadow passed by at a slow speed. Suddenly his heart thumped painfully upon seeing that the shadow was of a large canine. Gracefully he sprang up with his youki spreading throughout his entire body, letting his power surge through and his form change with a low growl.
With a howl toward the large dog demoness, Sesshomaru charged upon her and circled around with his jaw open ready to bite down onto the silver fur. The female demon snarled back at her son and snapped at his neck, the two spiraling toward the ground as each fought to dominate the other.
"Lord Sesshomaru!" Rin cried out just as a large explosion rocked the earth and the dust was unsettled into a small storm. Rin covered her eyes and mouth as the dirt and dust swirled around the company, roaring in their ears but soon came to an end and there before them was Sesshomaru with a tall and beautiful demoness that was stark in appearance to the demon lord.
"Ah hello there Sesshomaru, who should I send praise to for this visit." The woman spoke low and calm as she flicked her hair from over her shoulder and locked her equally cold eyes on Sesshomaru.
The demon lord snorted. "Cut the bravado mother, unfortunately you have answers that I seek." He taunted her with words that mirrored her own which sent a distasteful smirk to crest upon her lips.
"You come here for answers to the Tenseiga? I did not think it would be so soon but no matter." She turned her back and ghosted her eyes over her shoulder to her son and his company. "Follow me; our discussion would be useless here."
With that, Mother gently floated upwards with Sesshomaru and his company in tow toward the clouds where he home resided.
"You called upon me, Naraku?" Byakuya asked with a yawn as he stepped into the lowest section of the castle, grimacing from the abundance of body parts that littered the floor. Ever since he had gathered the information from his last encounter with Sesshomaru, Naraku had been working exhaustingly on a project that he had kept secret until now.
Naraku towered above his newest creation, smirking down upon the kneeling form with almost a loving pride. Black hair flowed down her back like a thick cape; deep grey eyes were closed before her master as her milky white skin seemed to glow in the dank darkness. To him she was the ultimate perfection, his perfect creation that rivaled all his others.
Yes, she would do wonders for the wicked half demon.
"Come Byakuya, gaze upon my newest creation." He motioned for his dream incarnation to step forward which he obediently obliged.
Byakuya turned his violet eyes down toward the kneeling woman and cocked his head. Was this Naraku's secret weapon? She looked just like any other human woman to the human eye but to a demon, he could tell that she was anything but. She reeked of the half demon, as they all did but this woman, she absolutely reeked like charred flesh and utter agony.
The dream demon loved it.
Byakuya smirked. "So this is your secret project, ne Naraku?"
"She is utter perfection." Naraku smirked. "Her name is Souruita and her name is her weapon." At the mention of her name, Souru looked up toward her master and it was then the other demon cocked his head to the other side upon looking at her features. A large silver like muzzle adorned her face, hiding her nose, lips and chin to the world but adding to her mysterious deadly beauty.
Byakuya hummed in thought. "The muzzle, why is she wearing it?"
Naraku's eyes darkened considerably at the question his incarnation asked. "That Byakuya, is for the spirit of the red haired woman to figure out.
Super short chapter for now but back in the swing of things!
