Death: Thank you, loyal fans for waiting! Sorry, been busy with my requests and commissions.

Somewhere in the summoned world...

"Man, this is the life... Eh, guys." Karada sighed.

"You said it." Reikon agreed.

"You guys shouldn't get too relaxed you know, those humans are some creatures. What if they find one of our scrolls? We'll be in big trouble." Nentou shivered.

"Oh, relax, worry-wort." Karada made a gesture with his hand. "It's been four hundred years already. Please, they'll never be able to find us."

You wouldn't expect the three demons of legend, Reikon, Karada, and Nentou, to be lounging around in a local hot spring would you? Well, that's the three legendary demons alright. Making the best of a hot summer day in the summoned world by lounging around, doing nothing in a hot spring. They were all currently in their wolf forms. Karada, the demon of body, took the form of a raven blue wolf with frosty eyes and was currently content with his eyes closed, and head just above the boiling water. Reikon, the demon of soul, took the form of pitch black wolf with soft maroon red eyes, sitting with them lazily open watching the afternoon breeze pass by. Nentou, the demon of mind, took the form of a beige colored wolf with amber eyes, and was currently pacing around at the edge of spring waiting for Karada and Reikon to finish their little bath.

"Would you stop pacing around like that? I'm getting dizzy just by looking at you." Reikon snarled.

"Yeah, Nentou. What's the matter with you?" Karada turned to him.

"I've just got this weird feeling..." Nentou continued to pace around the edge. Kicking up clouds of dirt as he trailed back and forth. Reikon made a silent vow to eat him if he didn't stop that.

"Ha! Must've been that sickly buzzard that you ate for lunch. You knew it had salmonella, and you still ate it!" Karada roared with laughter.

"Shut up, Karada!" Nentou spat. Ah, great. Even if you're over four hundred years old you still have to deal with sibling struggles. Reikon complained to herself.

"Ha! You should shut your face!" He spat back. Here we go again... Reikon rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you shut yours first!"

"As if, worry-wort!"

"Hey, don't call me that!" Their bickering seemed to fade from her ears as Reikon entered her own thoughts. What if, someone actually did find her scroll someday? What would they say? What would they ask her to do? Take over the world, revenge a clan, destroy an entire village... So many possibilities... She never liked heroes, but she was grateful for the one who sealed her away, at least, it gave her some time to think about the world and everything else. She knew of it's beauty, it's sin, and it's secrets. She knew all along while her brothers were too busy bickering with one another to even take notice. Her brothers... Such imbeciles sometimes. They would go on and on about who's hair was better, who's teddy bear was the softest, and sometimes even who's breath smelled better. Hmm... Foolish brothers.

"Call you what? Worry-wort?!" Karada continued to teased. Nentou started twitching. Oh boy, here come the fancy, it's-not-actually-real-but-looks-real Genjustu. She sighed. Reikon decided to be the 'responsible sibling' and stop it (you get really tired of it in over four hundred years with them).

"Yo! Big Mouth! Twitchy!" Reikon shouted. She made it very clear that she was referring Karada to Big Mouth and Nentou as Twitchy. They immediately stopped and turned to her with questioning looks. "Would you two just stop trying to kill each other. It's useless you know, we're all immortal. So Karada... Stop being a big mouthed jackass and start being the big brother like you're suppose to be instead!" Reikon yelled at him. Karada just sat up wide-eyed in the water and gulped. Reikon then whipped her head around to Nentou. "Nentou, stop being the whinny bitch and start learning how to deal with things!" Reikon had enough of their constant combat for the last four hundred years with each other. She was speaking her mind now, and she liked it!

"B-But, Karada was the one who started it." Nentou's whimper combined with the puppy eyes were... Pathetic.

"Does it look like I care?! Shut your mouth, and suck it up!" Reikon yelled. Her voice ringed with such intensity that even Karada didn't usher another word. Nentou looked horrified at the new Reikon. She was angrier now, fiercer than the last few centuries. More than that, she was unsteady... Shaky even. He knew of other demons in the summoned world and they were always shaky, but the shakiest of all were the ones who risked getting summoned. Could they have actually found his sister's scroll. All he could do was sit and awe at the change in his demon sibling. She too was glaring into his soul, she had that ability, but this was the first time Nentou ever felt threatened by it. It was aggressive this time, powerful. He held in a wince of pain between his lips as he felt those eyes slowly slip daggers in his own heart.

"What's wrong with you sis. You're not normally like this." Karada smirked. In a mere flash Reikon whipped her head around to him with blinding speed. Karada jumped as he was faced with her famous Tamashigan. It was a jutsu that added a smokey black ink that seemed to swirl randomly all over the red in her eye. He was shocked by the amount of red he witnessed in her eye, normally it was faint with a mix of white, more of a maroon, now they were as red as fresh blood.

"I'm getting out." With that, Reikon dragged herself out of the spring with her paws and shook the water from her pitch black wolf coat. She then morphed into a two foot tall black falcon with red eyes and took off from the ground. Heading... Who knows where.

Reikon knew she was near her summoning time. She was nervous. She calculated just ten minutes before she would be teleported to... Who knows where. It was a dead count down. She needed a place to think this all through besides on the wind.

Reikon soared over small pond with green meadow grass and clear reflective water. Yes, there I shall think this all through. She circled over then landed gracefully on the green in front of the pond after a little while. She quickly decided to change into her human form for the summoning.

It was her form that she chose four hundred years ago. She had long, straight black hair tied in a half-ponytail, her eyes reflecting that of Reikon's. Reikon had also wedged five feathers between her hair band. They were black feathers, each about two inches long with a circular dot at the center. One with a red dot, one with blue, one with white, one with brown, and the center feather (slightly longer than the others) had an iridescent dot. The form that she took was young, fifteen years old and strikingly attractive to the humans for some reason. Reikon adorned her with a black long sleeve tunic with several thick, ribbon like grey straps that wrapped all around her upper body. The tunic also had a heavy black skirt split open at the rear and between her front legs. Under the skirt she also wore matching black pants, since she found that the humans found vulnerability always relating to undesired contact. Reikon also equipped her form with silver talon-like finger armor on each of her fingers, made by superior craftsmanship. She liked to call them talons because of their resemblance to one of a falcon's. More of their function later to come.

Reikon hadn't used this form in such a long while. She hadn't needed it in her centuries spent in the summoned world, where everyone took the form of animals or hybrids alike. Come to think of it, she wasn't even used to walking on two legs.

She stood up shakily, almost tipping over in the process. Ugh, why does the second most intelligent life form have to be bipedal. She cursed in her head. Reikon fought to get her balance in this unsteady form. Eventually, she got the hang of it and even practiced running, walking, and a little bit of skipping around the pond. Oh, right. I should practice their language as well. She thought. This whole time she had been speaking demonic to Karada and Nentou that she almost forgot the whole language of the humans. She began mumbling a few random sentences in common.

"Hello, Kujak. Ugh, I mean... Master." She fumbled. Ugh, why do humans have to have such a weird way of communicating. She insulted in her head.

"Greetings, summoner. What brings you to my dwelling?" Reikon did a little bow to go with the proper greeting. Then she slapped her hand on her face in disgust. A face-palm, they called it. That made her sound like a mere minion. Not a great demon of legend that she was.

"Dyask!" She swore in demon. She must sound more powerful than that!

"How dare you disturb my slumber, foul insolent creature!" She practiced. No, no. Too harsh. She didn't want to scare her summoner away. After all, it was getting boring recently anyway. She was almost eager to help. Well... If you consider slaughter as a form of helping then yes, she would like to help. Hmm... Maybe she didn't have to give a whole speech to introduce herself. Maybe just one word would do. Humans weren't so strict on greetings nowadays.

"Well?" She tried. No, still not that.

"Yes?" Yes! That was it! That was what she would say. It gave no spite nor courtesy in the tone. Nor showed any feeling of her bursting excitement. It was short, yet demanding. It was perfect. Reikon leaped and bound in her human form while drowning herself in pride for the little accomplishment. After a short while, she managed to calm herself down enough to actually stand still. Though she was still itching with newfound curiosity.

What will this summoner look like? What will he or she be like? What does he or she desire me to do? The questions buzzed in her head. Wait. She could not be so willing to offer them support, even if they do meet all the requirements, it was her standard that she must be given something before doing another. Yes, he or she must come with hand held open with a gift for me. It was not only desired, it was required. And if the unlucky summoner didn't bring anything for a great demon like her, she would gorge on his or her soul. Becoming her first victim in over four centuries. Oh, how she longed for a human soul to feed on to increase her form's power. She needed the extra boost. In fact, this form had only two souls, two lives, in reserve and was still very stiff from not being used in such a while. Now that Reikon had noticed, it was harder to move it than all the years back when it was loose and fleeting.

Never mind that though, she could fix that once she got out there. The more important of the matter was that if (however unlikely) she got stabbed in the heart just two times, this form would surely perish, and she would be left with one form out of her possession. And it was hard to find a new form that bent to her liking. There were so many requirements. The form must be willing to accept her as it's new owner, it must posses necessary skill to be top of the food chain, it must be in top condition with not a scratch on it, and be young enough to obtain all of her demonic special abilities.

She once again she was thinking about her summoner again. Reikon usually wasn't this curious. Maybe it was her longing to find a suitable mate. Demons usually started searching for a partner to spend their days with at the age of four hundred. Just for company and eternal loyalty. Kind of like what the humans called 'marriage' without all the revolting contact that comes after. Just for company, and nothing more. Yes, that was what was on her mind. Her brothers were getting more and more distant from her. Less important to her. It was time to finally part with them. I'll settle that matter after I get summoned. She decided.

Now, Reikon just sat waiting, to be summoned.

Death: If you don't know what finger armor is, please look it up on Google. Reikon's Tamachigan means Soul Reaper's Eye in Japanese, and with reason! Below is a little peek at our Demonic Dictionary.

Dyask (DHEE-ask): Shit

Kujak (COO-jack): Master