When Father died, the other demon lords expected that I would fill the mould he had cut out for himself while he was alive. They anticipated that I would be the helpful ally he was, that I would engross myself in society as he did. But as it turns out, I could care less about their problems as long as I was not threatened by them. During the 50 years Inuyasha was under the spell, much political intrigue occurred between the lords of the land. To make a long story brief, there was immense squabbling over the lucrative Southern Lands. Taizomaru was able to drive his opposition, Hataki to the ends of his territory; however Hataki would not give up easily. He had the support of the Northern lord; Taizomaru a weak alliance in the East. That left only myself singled out from any manner of pact. With the stakes so high and the sides evenly matched, my friendship became a highly sought after political token. I found it most ironic that the elite were now vying for my assistance when they, only a few years prior, laughed in my face and denied me any of theirs. Taizomaru more than any of the others felt I was obligated to help him; for his parents were allies with my father. When I refused, the mouthy, stubborn fool threatened to make matters difficult for me, but in truth there was little he could do to follow through on the threat. For the time, it was the extent of my involvement in such matters. I despise these games where I am treated as a pawn and I certainly don't like play by anyone else's rules.

In lieu of engaging in social matters, I found it much more beneficial to seek power by other means. The sword, Tetsusaiga had become my primary target. Were I to posses it, my own power would increase a hundredfold. It was buried in my father's tomb; destined for my brother, my accursed half-demon brother who had managed to gain Father's favor in what I was coming to believe was a retrogressive farce. I sought the sword, but could not manage to find it.

Jaken, in one of his usual obsequious tangents, managed to concoct a plan to find Inuyasha, who he had learned through gossip had awakened. It was beneath me, however I went along with it for the chance that I might obtain what I desired. In a trick I found rather humorous, I deceived Inuyasha into believing his filthy human mother had been revived so he would reveal the whereabouts of the Tetsusaiga. Again sparing the details, I failed in my endeavor, and watched my brother walk away with a prize much greater than he deserved. It truly lit a fire within me, bringing out vindictiveness and adding even more to the ever-growing list of injustices he has caused me.

A/N: Oh boy. This is what I get for taking college-level history in high school. No free time…which is why it has been so long since I updated. Eh. Whatever. This chapter is short. I know. I'll try to make it more interesting soon. Sigh. Oh to experience writer's block!