An hour after the storm had quieted, and having gotten some form of rest, Link and Kagome set out once more. The grass beneath their feet was wet from the rain, their shoes splashing in the many puddles along the trail Eastward. Most of the rainwater soaked the ends of their cloaks, but it went unnoticed, whether from determination to search for their missing companion or the lack of sleep either had gotten that day.
Only two hours remained before sunrise, and as the darkened sky lightened, their eyesight became more acute to their surroundings. There were no others walking about at this time of the early morning, and for that they were thankful.
"I recognize this place…" Link replied beside the priestess on their quick trek through the woods, ducking under low branches and pushing past the shrubberies around them. Up ahead, he recognized a path continuing forward, a path that would one day become Dampe's Graveyard, and the other he recognized as the cliff that led to the Kingdom ahead.
Kagome searched around her, but when she also recognized the cliff, she smiled. "You're right, that's the path we took last time to get to the waterfall." But as she looked closely, she didn't see any possible way to climb the cliff overhead. "What do we do?" They didn't have Shippo or Kirara with them to fly over.
But Link already had an answer for that. Because he had spotted a lone tree sitting just above the cliff's edge, he rummaged through his satchel at his waist. When he searched through some of the contents, he was surprised to find the inside nearly empty. "What…"
"What's wrong, Link?" Kagome asked, noting his furrowed expression as he dumped the contents of his bag upon the ground at his feet. Curiously, she watched as he sorted through his few belongings. "What are you looking for?"
All that was left was his Ocarina, the note from Princess Zelda and his few items from his adventures in Hyrule. The rest of his belongings from his travels in Termina were missing, and that also included his Mirror shield he had swapped for his old beat up one back in Hyrule, which he had noticed earlier that day. Link had intended to use his Hookshot to help them reach to the other side of the cliff, but now he was left with nothing.
"The rest of my belongings are missing…We'll have to find another way to up to the cliff," Link replied. After returning his items to his bag, he stood up and turned to the priestess.
"What do you mean your stuff is missing? Did the Garo take them?"
Link shook his head. No, he didn't think that was the case, rather he had come to a different conclusion. This was ancient Termina, so that meant he had never acquired any of the items yet. The Mirror Shield was most likely back at the Palace locked away. As for his bottles and his Hookshot, they were most likely still in Great Bay at the Pirate's Fortress, if it existed yet.
Well that certainly made things a little difficult.
Sighing, he sauntered up to the cliff's wall, his hands roaming upon the rocky surface. He had hoped there was a way to climb it, but it was too steep. Link turned to the priestess, whose eyes searched the surroundings warily. "We'll have to continue forward. There might be another way up there," He explained, and hearing this, Kagome nodded.
With no other choice, they continued down the path forked to the left. After some struggling climbing over large fallen stumps, they found themselves standing near the entrance of a large cemetery that seemed to stretch a few yards. Large tombstones were perfectly aligned along either side of the dirt path, and as the two traveled above the hill, they stood before a large sanctuary built from strong, polished gray stone, baring the emblem of the Royal Family of Ikana.
"So many graves… There must be a lot of people living here," Kagome commented as she glanced back over her shoulder. She half wondered who took care of the cemetery, seeing as how there wasn't a soul around.
While his gaze fell upon the large, unobstructed path through an archway built from the same stone as the sanctuary before them, Link ushered Kagome to follow him. There was a path he recognized, and he hoped it would lead them in the right direction. "Those graves belong to the Royal Family of Ikana."
Kagome's thoughts traveled back to the day she and her friends had stumbled inside the old Castle some time back. The terrifying sight of the giant skeleton sitting upon the dark throne had frightened her as well as when she thought she had almost lost Link. Was that King still as ill-tempered as he was in the present?
Attempting to free her thoughts of the past, Kagome shuffled after the departing young swordsman. "Wait up!"
OOO
After much speculation regarding the ancient artifact sealed away into the darkness of a mysterious world, he finally found himself returned to his homeland. Though he had found it on the very day he had searched the library, the young red haired man beheld the object of sin. A terrifying creature had guarded this ancient relic, and he had crossed many sand dunes and storms to acquire the power he long sought for.
And now it was finally within his grasp. Oh he could feel the menacing power sealed within the very mask he looked upon. Such an interesting mask, carved from the ancient bones of wicked beast millennium ago, its intricate designs with its precision and depth that had him marveling at every part of it.
How wonderful! How unbelievable that he held the power of a god within his possession! With this, he could use the power for himself. If he wanted to, he could use the mask to give him everlasting immortality or better yet, a way in which to travel in between the dimensions and through time itself.
The thought had him grinning from ear to ear. Before he could return the relic into his cloak, a faint whisper caught him off guard, and believing it to be someone lurking about so early in the morning, he searched his surroundings. When he realized there was no one but himself within the vicinity, he glanced at the mask, his stare sternly fixated onto what appeared to be its eyes.
"I will put your powers to good use…" He voiced, stroking it before placing the horned relic inside his cloak. Its powers would not go unused, that he was certain. After a quick scan of his surroundings, he sped off in the direction of his tribesman, awaiting his return.
There was no reason for them to know his private affairs…
It wasn't long until he came upon the gorge, following the winding path around the raging waterfall, to a place he and his tribe often frequented. There, he sidled himself up against the canyon wall, unnoticed by his few companions standing about on the other side.
It was thanks to the towering walls of the canyons surrounding them that their little camp, just below the cliff governing the Kingdom of Ikana, went unnoticed to any watchful eyes. No one would ever suspect any unusual activity, and it made the gorge a more manageable space to take part in many rigorous activities.
From beyond the wall he concealed himself, his ears perked when he heard a disgruntled voice just on the other side; no doubt his companions were all gathered around the fire in deep conversation.
"It's been hours since he disappeared!" One of the tribesmen voiced.
The guy next to him, shivering in the cold with his hood well up over his head, fought the urge to scowl. "I can't believe someone of his caliber would suddenly skip off without so much as a word! It was his task to sneak inside the palace!"
His companion nodded. "But isn't he always sneaking off? I know he performs his duties wholeheartedly and quite good might I add, but I still can't understand why he would just up and vanish when he knows how important tonight is…"
"Are we speaking of Emmett?" A masculine voice asked from behind the duo, who in turn glanced over their shoulders to welcome their raven haired friend a seat by the blazing fire, but he remained standing.
"Who else?" Sighing, he looked up at his tall companion, regarding his pale skin and long raven locks braided down his back. "At least you came through for us, Armaros."
"That idiot's going to receive a mouthful!" The other replied irritably.
Deciding that he no longer found it as entertaining to eavesdrop on their conversation as he would have liked, Emmett ambled into the camp. He made sure that the mask was kept hidden inside his cloak. While his friends stood there glaring at him, he, in return, flashed an innocent grin. "Who is going to receive a mouthful?"
Surprised and irritated, the duo immediately stood up, their hands clenched in front of them and their eyes ablaze in obvious frustration. Their eyes scanned Emmett from head to toe, noting that he wore his infamous grin as usual, and it was enough to further their irritation; it was as if he hadn't just avoided his assignment hours ago, and now he had the nerve to just waltz right back into their little camp without so much as any remorse?
Not bothering to look at the two, Emmett merely continued smiling. "Sorry about that. I had an errand to take care of this afternoon," He explained, brushing it off just like that. "But you received the map, correct?"
He nodded. "An errand, you say?" Armaros inquired suspiciously. "Was this 'errand' so important that you skipped your duties? I do hope you remember what today marks…"
Emmett shrugged. "Of course I remember, and the deed was taken care of, was it not?"
Armaros narrowed his gaze. "Indeed… You should know that I have taken responsibility for your absence and further more have spared your ignorance to the boss…You're lucky to have remained here so far, so if I were you, I wouldn't get too cocky."
A smirk made its way on his lips. "How kind…But don't forget that if it wasn't for my map, tonight most likely would not have happened. After all…I am the only person outside the Royal Family that knows the entire layout from the gardens to the castle itself…So I believe my part in this task has been fulfilled."
While the duo standing in front of the fire whispered in sudden agreement with Emmett, Armaros on the other hand couldn't accept it. Even if he performed well in mapping out the routes, Emmett's neglect for carrying out tonight's mission could not be forgiven.
"I take it she's in the cave?" Emmett was referring to the captive his people had captured hours ago.
Armaros nodded, turning away from the red haired individual to look back to the entrance of the enclosure. "Of course, otherwise our meeting tonight would have been for nothing…Since you have arrived, you should know that I have been tasked with the ritual."
"Is that so?" Emmett asked, eyeing Armaros inquisitively. "Our boss must truly favor you, Armaros. You have my deepest respect…"
Not ignorant in the fact that Emmett seemed to have it out for him, Armaros merely turned away. "So I ask that you stand back behind the group during the ceremony. That shouldn't be too much trouble for you," He replied with a glare over his shoulder, but Emmett only brushed it off. 'If you hadn't disappeared, the task would have gone straight to you without hesitation. Though I shouldn't complain too much, after all, the boss has turned his faithful eyes toward me and after so many years, I might even receive recognition,' Armaros thought. If tonight turned out in his favor…
The sound of heavy footsteps turned their attention away from each other and to an older, bearded man in his late eighties, carrying with him a cane to support him. He looked at them with his sharp, gray eyes, and when his sight fell upon Emmett, he merely shook his head disappointedly.
"Welcome back, sir," Armaros and the other desciples greeted, lowering themselves into a respective bow.
"Is everyone ready?"
They nodded.
Understanding, the old man turned his eyes to Armaros, and when he understood, Armaros made his way into the cave silently. Shortly after, Armaros returned, holding against his chest a small form of a woman. Her messy blonde curls bounced as he carried her across the clearing toward the fire, where the others prepared the stake.
As Emmett stood back watching them tie the young woman to the post, while Armaros revealed the Sacred Script from his cloak, he couldn't help but touch his chest where the mask was safely secured inside. Very soon he would achieve so much.
While the tribesmen gathered around the fire, circling it, a member of their group sauntered up to the unconscious girl, revealing a dagger glinting in the night. With it, he drew blood from the collar of her neck, and after, Emmett heard Armaros read from the Sacred Script.
The ceremony had begun…
OOO
The scent of blood wavered in the air that crisp morning, and turning his nose up to inhale the smell, his eyes flashed red once more. It was close…real close.
Looking around, he found that he had wandered quite far into some unknown region, fully unable to control himself from pressing forward, snarling at anything and anyone. Though he found this awareness in the back of his mind somewhat comforting, not able to control himself on the outside was an issue, and without his sword, how would he repress his outer demon?
Another whiff of the air spoke of more than just blood. There was something else fixed in with this smell, something much darker, something powerful, and he felt as if this power were challenging that of his own demon blood.
A threat.
OOO
Pausing on her trek behind the young swordsman, Kagome couldn't help but look around her surroundings. "What is this…feeling?" She muttered to herself, feeling goosebumps form on her arms and legs beneath her cloak.
Because the priestess had fallen behind, Link turned to her. He regarded her stiff posture and her widened and frightened eyes from afar, and curiosity moved him closer to her side. "Is something troubling you?"
"I sense … something not far from here," She replied, this time turning her attention to Link. It was very different from that of Naraku and the Sacred Jewel…It was more sinister like… "It feels…evil." What was it?
Link narrowed his eyes. Only one thought clouded his mind and he wondered if it was possible that Majora's Mask was near. Well of course it was near; after all, they were very close to the Kingdom of Ikana.
Something not far off caught his attention, and as he bent down to examine it, he realized it was a corpse of a rabbit, its blood spattered about the dewy grass. If he remembered correctly, he and Kagome had stumbled upon a few fawns down the path that had also succumbed to an unsightly death. The markings left on their corpses were very similar to the gashes Inuyasha had given him yesterday morning.
As he reached down to touch the blood stained grass, he couldn't help but turn to the priestess, looking over his shoulder uncomfortably. "It's still warm…"
"What does that mean? Are there hunters around here?" She asked.
Regaining his footing, Link shook his head as he adjusted his quiver and bow over his shoulder. "It seems Inuyasha was here just recently…We may be able to catch up to him soon," He explained, and it was enough to earn a gasp from his female companion.
"Inuyasha was here?!"
"If I had to guess…" Link began, looking off into the direction they'd been traveling for some time since their departure from the settlement. "He might have been drawn toward the very power you sense, Kagome. Majora's Mask is close by."
Nodding, Kagome suddenly ran past Link, not bothering to look at him over her shoulder. "Let's hurry!"
OOO
Billowing storm clouds shrouded the early morning and a fierce wind swept by, so savagely that it made reading from the Sacred Script somewhat difficult for Armaros. Yet the sudden storm reinforced their awareness that perhaps the Fierce Demon God was close to making an appearance into their lives.
While he stood there, in the back while his people surrounded the fire, their hands pointed toward the Heavens, chanting the very words Armaros spoke loudly, Emmett couldn't help but lower his eyes away from the scene. While no one was watching, he withdrew the mask from his cloak, stroking its exterior with morbid fascination.
There it was again…the same voice he had heard earlier and he realized it was coming from the mask itself. Emmett could have sworn he felt something wrapping around his fingers so hotly, so hot in fact, that he couldn't help but feel his eyes partly close to the strange sensation spreading through his limbs. It felt numbingly peculiar and yet at the same time, he felt completely reassured that all the effort he put into searching for the ancient artifact was well worth the risks.
"I shall grant you everlasting power…Let me feed off your desires…"
A dull pain caused Emmett to drop the mask to his feet, and he held his chest almost achingly. Scrunching his eyes, he waited a moment for the throbbing of his heart to lessen before picking up the mask once more. How strange… It was almost as if the mask had a mind of its own.
After quickly disregarding the mask's strange trance upon him, Emmett found himself staring befuddled when he realized that the entire ceremony had come to an abrupt halt. When he realized they had not noticed the mask held in his possession, he couldn't help but look around in question. Silence filled camp, but before he could question his companions of the delay, he found them backing away, their eyes widened in alarm while others were grinning.
It didn't take him long to figure out just what had interrupted the ritual. A strange fanged demon with silver hair, stood before his people snarling with eyes as red as any spilt blood. The demon was fashioned in scarlet attire, and he bore jagged purple marks across his cheeks somewhat similar to the description that matched the ancient Moon God he'd read in the library in town.
However, Emmett had pictured the arrival of the god somewhat differently…It couldn't be. Was this the demon his people had summoned? Was this the Fierce Deity of legend, the savior of Ikana thousands of years ago?
"C-could it be…" The elder spoke, his eyes widened almost in disbelief, though they brightened instantly when he fell to his knees in rejoice. Others followed after their leader, their heads lowered respectively to the demon before them.
While Emmett remained standing, he couldn't help but notice the tense silence hover around him. His people were too fearful to murmur their success to the other. As much as Emmett didn't want to accept it, he felt the piercing stare of the demon staring straight at him from across the clearing.
Raising his head, the leader looked into the demon's eyes. "For so long we have dreamt of this day! We called upon you to deliver us from a terrible omen!" The elder exclaimed bravely. "We beg of you, rid this land of our tyrant, King Igos Du Ikana!"
"We beseech you, Great Demon God!" The others chanted, lowering their forms to the ground before lifting themselves up, only to repeat the action once more.
With their plead resting on deaf ears, Inuyasha's eyes briefly scanned the faces of these hooded individuals. Although he took notice of their strange displays of infatuation regarding his sudden arrival, he did not care. In fact, they were not the ones to have urged his curiosity. Rather in fact, it was the lone man standing some distance away, holding the very object that had his blood racing.
A menacing growl erupted from Inuyasha's throat as he ambled threateningly past the bowed disciples, much to everyone's confusion. When Emmett saw that the demon seemed to ignore his tribesmen, he felt the mask in his grasp pulsate, and he looked from it to the demon approaching him uncertainly.
Realizing the deity had not noticed the young woman tied off to the stake, the elder raised himself to his feet, standing in the path of the demon with folded hands. "Fierce God, we have brought for you a worthy sacrifice," He explained, pointing toward the unconscious woman forgotten by the fire.
Uninterestedly, Inuyasha raised his hand, and before anyone realized what happened next, their elder fell upon the ground severely wounded, with deep gashes torn into the flesh of the old man's neck. It was enough to invoke sudden fear into the eyes of the others when they realized he was dead and the demon before them they'd unleashed into their world wild with a thirst for more than just a sacrifice.
Armaros took action, and along with his other men beside him, they performed a small spell which in turn created shackles to appear on the wrists and ankles of the half demon. They weren't surprised when the demon reacted vengefully, pulling and biting at the chains binding him, all the while terrifying all persons within the vicinity.
Seeing this, one of the frightful members of the tribe turned to Armaros in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind!? He's a god!"
"He's right!" Another agreed! "Doing that will have us all killed as well!"
When he heard this, Armaros snorted. "Take a good look at him! This is no god! Just a mere demon that's stumbled into our camp! Can you not tell the difference between a divine being and one of tainted blood?!"
"Our leader's been slain!" Someone cried remorsefully, and Armaros merely clenched his fists. Turning back to stare at Emmett, he was surprised to see him unmoving and uninvolved in the entire situation. "Don't just stand there!" It was at that moment that he saw the young man holding something within his grasp, but before he could discern exactly what it was; Emmett immediately returned it within the safety of his cloak.
Unfortunately the seal that held Inuyasha at bay only lasted a few moments before shattering upon the ground alarmingly, and seeing this, Emmett and Armaros looked away from each other to the half demon in surprise. What happened next happened all too quickly. One moment he was freed from his chains and the next, Armaros fell upon his back holding his side painfully, noting the blood from the slashes to his abdomen.
While his people fled the scene, Armaros couldn't help but notice something off about this entire confrontation. As he lay there, achingly attempting to lift himself up, he realized the demon's attention was focused entirely on Emmett for some odd reason.
Why was that? What was going on?
"Don't just stand there, you fool!" Armaros shouted, but to his surprise, Emmett did not fight back, instead, he too fled from the camp and as he did, the demon followed in close pursuit.
Just what was going on? This wasn't supposed to happen!
Before he could lift himself from the ground, a feminine voice not far off caught him off guard, and as he attempted to regain his standing, a pained moan broke from his lips. The wound inflicted upon him was deep. When the voice of another in the distance accompanied that of the female, Armaros turned toward the sacrifice across the clearing. It was too late, there was no time for him to bring her with him, and with his magic, managed to swiftly distance himself from the camp entirely.
Their plans had failed…
Rounding the corner and pushing herself through a little foliage, Kagome and Link looked upon the abandoned campsite. The sight of lingering bodies strewn about the ground, their blood splattered upon the grass, brought newfound fear into their thoughts.
"W-what…happened?" Kagome brought a hand to her mouth fearfully. Where was Inuyasha. It couldn't be that he had done this? So many innocent lives…destroyed.
Inspecting a few of the bodies, Link came to the conclusion that they were indeed dead, though their bodies were still warm. Their deaths happened very recently, and it seemed that from the familiar slash wounds, that he and Kagome had just missed Inuyasha.
Something from the corner of his eyes, lying innocently upon the ground, caught his sudden interest, and Link realized it was a large piece of parchment. Picking it up, he found the text of ancient writing scribbled neatly upon its yellowed surface, and judging from the sight of it, it must have been over hundreds of years old, yet still in perfect condition.
As he placed the Sacred Script into his cloak without a word, he couldn't help but notice the priestess staring off fearfully towards the fire ahead of them. When he turned to stare in question, he found the source of her fear. A young woman was tied against a post, blood dripping from the collar of her neck, staining the flowing white dress she wore, and he wondered if she was also dead.
As they stepped over the few corpses lying in their path, they approached the girl. Using his sword, Link cut the ropes binding her and Kagome caught her with ease, settling her on the ground carefully. From there, she checked her pulse and her breathing. To her relief, she was still alive.
"How is she?" Link asked.
Kagome smiled. "She's alive." This girl, whom she supposed was a captive to these people lying on the ground, was extraordinary beautiful. Luscious blonde locks swept over her shoulders and lower back in gentle curls, and the white garment she wore clung to her slim figure nicely. Though it was the ancient times, this maiden has the fairest and unblemished skin Kagome had ever seen during her travels, and beautiful long lashes that had Kagome feeling slightly envious.
Looking from the girl to the bodies of the camp, Link couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. "Kagome…This woman was supposed to have been sacrificed…I believe that our presence in the past may have disrupted the flow of time."
OOO
With his heart pounding deafeningly in his ears, Emmett felt the quickness of his breath, and almost terrified, he couldn't help but glance back at his pursuer behind him. The blurred glimpse of the demon told him enough that outrunning it could prove difficult.
Was it possible the demon was after his treasure?
As Emmett ducked under low branches, jumping over stumps and roots in the path, he found it almost impossible to outrun the feral beast. A few times, the demon had attempted to slash at him and other times, it'd try to jump in front of him. Emmett, however, was much too smart for those tricks.
It wasn't long until he grew tired of playing prey that Emmett decided to put an end to the chasing. With his back against the wall of the canyon, a mile away from his encampment, the sorcerer revealed the very relic that perked Inuyasha's wrath. "Is this what you're after?" He asked, noting the demon's slow advancement towards him. "Then you'll have to take it from me!"
Small orbs of fire materialized in the sorcerer's hands, and when the demon lunged forward, his claws prepared to strike, Emmett unleashed his power. Flames of fire were hurled at Inuyasha, however that did not hinder his advancement, and although Emmett half expected such, he leapt out of harm's path, rolling briefly before regaining his footing to look back at the demon.
It seemed fire was useless against such a beast. The clothes he wore did not catch fire like he had expected, but Emmett resorted to a different attack. Moving his arms out in front of him in a quick motion from side to side, an invincible energy surrounded the demon before materializing beneath its feet.
Before he could put his spell to the test, Inuyasha had suddenly leapt into the air above him, and surprised by such quickness, Emmett once again dodged the attack. He barely missed getting his head clawed off as his body hit the ground painfully, the mask falling out of his hands next to him.
The sound of knuckles popping did not go unheard by the sorcerer as he pushed himself onto his knees to look over his shoulder. From there, he watched in terror as the demon raised himself to his feet, its bleeding eyes piercing his soul threateningly.
A glimmer of purple light took his attention away from the monster to stare at the mask beside him. A strange and mystifying glow resonated from the mask, and feeling the urge to reach out and reclaim it, Emmett did just that. The moment he did, however, he was surprised to hear a voice speak to him yet again.
Pulling the mask closer, he examined it, all the while well aware of the demon's slow advancements towards him. "Did you speak to me?" He was beginning to question his sanity at that point, but he never expected to hear a reply back.
"Allow me to help you...Use my power…"
As if entranced by the voice, Emmett turned the mask over, suddenly pulling the relic towards his face, all the while feeling the mask pulsate within his grasp.
"Yes…that's it…Use my power to eliminate the vermin…"
Before he could ease the mask upon his face, Emmett shook his head, attempting to push it away cautiously. He could literally feel his hands trembling as beads of sweat fell from his brow. What was this mask doing to him? Sure he wanted to use the mask's power to fulfill his own wishes, but never would he have thought it would act on its own accord.
"Y-you're…still alive?" He breathed, moving his head to the side with difficult. Looking down, he saw the dirt beneath his knees stir up, and pebbles toss about almost wildly. Turning his eyes to look back at the mask, he saw the brilliant colors pulsating harshly, so much so, that it seemed to hinder the demon's advancement towards him. "How…"
It wasn't possible…was it? Wasn't the evil destroyed a millennium ago? All that should have remained was the power it once harbored…But that wasn't the case at all.
Unfortunately for Emmett, he couldn't seem to release his hold on the mask, and frightfully, he saw the mask close in on him. "No…No! I don't want this!" He cried out vengefully.
A laugh caught the sorcerer off guard. "Why the hesitation, Emmett? Is this not what you acquire, my power? I can grant you anything. I pose no threat…"
Emmett narrowed his eyes, thankful that the mask halted its advancements towards him. With his arms outstretched holding the mask away from him distrustfully, he couldn't help but look back at the demon behind him, viciously snarling and swiping at the air swirling around Emmett.
"Don't you seek vengeance for your fallen comrades?" It asked. "Let me help you."
It was true, Emmett did feel some bitterness towards the demon, but it was not entirely enough to want him to kill it. Never in his life had Emmett ever used his hands to smite those around him. However, given the situation he was in now, he felt in danger, in more ways than one. One being that he felt entirely caught between the demon wanting to sink his fangs into him and the other being the mask, attempting to persuade him into using its power.
The sorcerer could literally feel his heart drumming loudly in his ears. What should he do? None of this was supposed to happen. The ceremony shouldn't have been interrupted by that demon, and furthermore, the entity inside the mask should have perished long ago.
With his decision made, Emmett attempted to push the mask away; however, to his dismay and terror, the mask had other plans. Tentacle like hands shot out from the inside of the mask's dark depths and latched onto either side of the sorcerer's face. His eyes widened alarmingly and before he could react in time, his protests were suddenly muffled, and he violently pulled at the mask covering his face.
Immediately after, Emmett's body shook uncontrollably before suddenly stilling altogether. Seconds after, he lifted his left arm outward, his palm facing the snarling half demon, and before Inuyasha could attack, a surge of demonic black energy shot from Emmett's palm.
A loud explosion resonated throughout the area, followed with it pained cry. It was so loud in fact, that it caused a certain head to turn miles away to stare in question. As soon as the dust cleared, silence fell upon the outskirts of Ikana.