Dog Demon

@canineofdestruction and @brokenbutterfly12 continued from here

The darkness was all too familiar, swimming once again in a sea of abyss and pure nothingness with only his soul guiding his path as his physical form abandoned him. In the absolute vacuum of death, his soul remained calm while it found tranquility to all the efforts he left behind back in the physical world. As much as he longed to be back with his loved ones, he could only hoped that his impression during his time on Earth left some good and decency behind…that his efforts never went in vain and that both of his beloveds can now be free from any future pain that he could possibly cause them. His orb of light glowed brighter at the simple thought of that.

Along his path, a beam of light caught his attention with the cries of his father and ancestors for him to come closer and closer. The cries were again familiar to the slayer’s illuminating soul but perhaps this time he will finally rest by their side. He will no longer be a burden and watch his new pack from above. Tempted by the joyous voices, his soul drew closer towards the direction of familial recogniz-

  “How dare you take him away from me!”

He STOPPED, his glow almost halted as he heard the thunderous agony that came from his devastated husband. Venomous words with self destruction written by his anguish tone…the tremendous sadness that he hoped he had more time to ERASE…

“I shouldn’t have been saved. I never should have even been alive.”

Chou…but…she…she should be alive…she should be well….

                                       “I’m ready to accept my death.”

No. NO. Absolutely NOT. He…he will NOT let this happen. He will not allow his husband to suffer, let alone offer his friend as a sacrifice for his demise. 

Dimming himself away from his ancestral reach, he had to return back to save his loved ones and not let his blood be split in absolute vain. With his family vanishing from his sight, a few white spotted lights appeared around his orb of a soul, scattered all over the place while he watched his old family disappearing. Though in this form had no physical face, he only wished he could smile upon them and tell them that he shall return back when he was ready. With the light increasing in size and brightness, the darkness that once surrounded this plain of existence slowly disperse while he gained back the sensation of his eyes.

Gasping out for the fresh air to fill back his lungs, his pupils lit back with the fire of his life before he coughed out more from the kiss of death. His breathing was shallow but limbs were ready to move, using his palms to feel of what should had been his dead corpse. Desperate to feel any wounds, his hands wondered at each direction before his palm landed unto the giant hole that now opened the chest part of his suit. Inhaling deep and exhaling out, his eyes continued to widen in disbelief…to the notion that the once fatal wound has now disappeared all completely…

“…Wh..are…are y-you two okay?….”

Golden eyes turned away from Chou. He was ready to kill, ready to end her life.   BLAME   ripped through him. He blamed her for Kohaku’s death. He’d been ready to rip everything from her, including her life. Claws had been drawn, sharp as KNIVES ready to sheer flesh from her bones.

                     A voice stopped him.

It hit him like bricks. The wind momentarily knocked from his lungs. A gasp ripped from pale lips. Golden eyes WIDEN in surprise. Hearing was   perfect    so he knows who it is. He knows that voice but he does not believe. Daiyokai refused to accept the auditory stimuli provided. Surely Kohaku is not alive.

                      It’s a lie. The hear lies to him.

He’s hearing things,   DRIVEN MAD    in grief. It’s a lie his mind made up, pushed to the brink by sadness. His heart   ached   from sadness and all he can do is howl in rage, mad barks coming from sharp toothed mouth. Sesshomaru’s rage is primal and real. He’s had something ripped from his arms and he’s unable to    understand    why he could not protect it. Why couldn’t he protect Kohaku?

Not even Kohaku’s voice stopped him from leaping forward. He’s rage and demonic power all in one. The rage is clearly etched on his face, schlera turning red, a sign he’s only a few steps from transforming, from bearing his true colors as a demonic dog.

A horrendous sound is emanating from him. It’s the snarl of a wild beast. Not often does Sesshomaru lose control. Yet, here he is, giving into the emotions he normally   buried    deep inside. There’s no calming down. The line between friend and foe blurred the moment he snapped.

        “DIE.”

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@canineofdestruction / she crossed her arms over her chest, her face red. what a fine time for him to seek her out when she’s trying to bathe.  ❛ it’s nice to see you too, sesshomaru. ❜

Face was like stone. Not even bothered by the fact that she was standing there baring all for him to see. Though the urge to remind her to    COVER     up was growing. His visit was ill timed clearly, but Sesshomaru wasted no time.

              “Here I expected a   WARM     greeting.”