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Another miserable groan brought the Lord out of his silent reverie. The woman was still being brutally beaten, the men now ripping the clothes from her body. How idiotic they were for not noticing his presence. Even their prisoner had sensed him, he realized, when one of the female's brows arched and every few moments a straying glance was flicked his way. She had obviously been unsure of his presence beforehand.
With a smirk, the platinum-haired male stepped forward, the sunset's light shining down upon his revered and prideful figure, causing his features to remain shadowed. Gold-flecked irises narrowed as the small smile which had been tugging at Sesshoumaru's soft lips disappeared instantly. The band of Demons stopped what they were doing and looked up, quizzical expressions on all of their faces.
"Who the hell are you!?" the group's leader asked, a fistful of the girl's brown hair grasped firmly in between clawed fingertips.
It seemed the Great Lord had been correct in his assumptions those many years ago when he had first met the younger version of the currently imprisoned Demoness…not everyone who resided in his territory knew who he was at first glance.
"You are scum. I do not give out my name to scum," the Inu Youkai replied bluntly. "Although you'll be recalling who I am shortly." A promise he would indeed fulfill.
Growls emitted from the rebels opposite Sesshoumaru, but he just stared on, the only emotions portrayed on his basically stoic features being boredom and a slight interest in the female hostage. Words were spoken, words of hatred and meager threats. Were they truly that stupid or were they simply unable to sense his power?
"Girl, are you injured badly?" he asked the brunette, ignoring the other males. The only answer he got was a short nod and more hissed warnings. "How dare you treat us like that, you bastard!?" one Demon shouted, eyes aflame. Leaping forth in blind anger, the fool attacked the Great Lord.
And fell.
In a matter of seconds the Tokijin had been unsheathed. It now sat point-down at Sesshoumaru's side, the only signs that it had actually been used being the traces of smeared blood on the weapon's blade and a decapitated skull which rested at the Youkai's feet. "Would anyone else care to join him in Death?" the silver-haired Demon questioned, slim brow cocked in inquiry.
He recognized the fear in their eyes, knowing that now they understood just whom they were up against. The promise had been fulfilled. One of them squealed, another shrieked, and soon they had begun running. But Sesshoumaru was a man who always finished what he started. The sword lashed out once again. As the fresh blood dripped from it's tip, four more heads rolled.
The prisoner didn't flinch. She barely even moved. And that's when she fell to her knees, eyes fluttering in exhaustion, though soon going blank and then finally closing. Those cold, amber eyes flicked to the unconscious female and the Inu moved to pick her up in his arms. 'What a hassle,' he thought in displeasure. 'She'll dirty my robes with her blood.'
The Great Lord of the Western Lands left the area as quietly as he had come, although this time carrying a woman.
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