For you, you and me in paradise
Her haunting words angered him. Sesshomaru walked up to the steam and looked down. The face looking back at him was darker, his hair black as night as was his eyes. His markings were gone; his fangs were gone, all gone. He just stood there and looked at himself. Not even the Gods knew what he was thinking. Sesshomaru knelt down and placed his hand in the water and pulled some out. He waited a moment before putting the water on his hair. He closed his eyes at the feeling.
The taste was dull yet cold. Everything was quiet and not in a good way. He growled, this was his hell. If he ever found that witch he was going to become her worst nightmare.