"Your power is the centre of everything," he said. "For some, it's their reason for living." Miasma set in like a fog, sunlight turning various shades of purple as it tried to find the ground.
"I'm just a miko," she argued. Not that she'd met any others, but her abilities had never deviated from the teachings in her mother's scrolls. It had been odd that she'd been able to heal the beast, but she'd done the same thing with Kagura before.
The royals had been at the forefront of human-youkai relations, offering up knowledge and remedies in return for safe passage through their villages. Humans feared what they didn't understand and tended to attack first and talk later.
Those with holy power had been the most significant threat, but many of them had been relieved when the peace treaties began to make the rounds. And it wasn't like a miko healing demons had never happened before.
Right?
"It is a shame that they decided to keep things from you," he said, his stride slow but purposeful as he continued to circle them, reminding Kagome of a vulture. "If they hadn't, you would've sought me out sooner."
Kagome scoffed. "There's no way I would've tried to find you!"
"Not even to exact your revenge?"
It was a trap, she knew it was, but nothing about him made sense, and her mind grasped for understanding. "Revenge for what?"
He had no fangs, but the smile of a predator greeted them all the same. "Killing your father."