Prompts used: Nobility, Hate, Superiority

Characters: Sesshomaru, Izayoi

Blue obi

The young demon with long silver hair had crossed the border between the lands protected by his father and the human ones driven by curiosity.

What led a dai-youkai as strong as Toga, feared by all and worthy of the title of Inu-no-Taisho to lower himself to the level of those weak beings? What led him to fall in love with one of them?

Love.

The very word made him shudder with disgust. A feeling as worthless as those who praised it, and his father had become prey to it.

What was so special about the princess that had caught his father's eye? So much so that he demanded a marriage. Ridiculous! He couldn't fathom how his father could submit himself to that vile human ritual.

The shame!

Rumours had already spread in the western lands that Toga had turned soft, that his love for fair things and inferior beings had finally made him crazy. Yet, although he had amply demonstrated otherwise, Sesshomaru could not help but wonder if indeed his noble father had lost his wits.

Hidden by some tree at the edge of a field of flowers, the silver demon's cold and golden eyes followed the not-so-graceful steps of the human princess who was soon to marry his father. He noticed how she stealthily walked away from her guard and made another sound of disapproval. "Stupid human," he muttered, "she doesn't even know what's good for her." Not that a human sword could ever do anything if a demon from the neighbouring lands approached, hungry.

Not long after, that thought was confirmed by a suspicious smell reaching his nostrils. With a graceful movement of his claws, he decapitated the possessor of that smell, but that second was enough for another demon to strike the young human in the side. Sesshomaru killed that one, too, without much thought. He did not realise, at that moment, how automatic his reaction had been, how quickly he had moved to save the stupid woman – soon to be his father's new mate. He watched her with disdain, musing for half a second that if he left her there, the smell of her blood would attract other demons that could complete the task. That way, his father would not have to subject himself to the shame such a union would bring.

However, a sigh coming from her lips shook him out of his thoughts. Before she lost consciousness, she had mistaken him for his father and had spoken in a low voice, so low that no human could have heard her, even from so close. "My love," she had said.

Was that princess really in love with his father? How was that possible? Did she not realise the dangers of the world she would soon enter?

Without overthinking the meaning of his gesture, or probably because he wanted to slow the flow of such impure blood, Sesshomaru used his blue obi to bandage her wound. Taking her in his arms, he reached the walls of her castle, and with care that would shortly astonish him, the dai-youkai placed her outside her rooms as he heard the alarm that proclaimed her disappearance.

They were too slow.

What would have been the point of alarming a useless army if he had not been there to save her?

Taking one last look at the figure covered in too many layers, Sesshomaru flew away, and before he got caught in more important matters, he thought once more of how foolish the humans were, but even more so his father for falling in love with one of them.