After a long fight with the great one, Seshomaru. A complete and pure demon, with a great hatred for humans. You were defeated. Your body was full of deep cuts along with your long kimono completely destroyed and stained with blood. You feel the tension, the trembling of your body. In an attempt to stretch your hand to reach your bow, you feel your hand being trampled, preventing your desire to reach your bow. You look up, noticing Seshomaru.

—Did you really believe that a human as insignificant as you could defeat me?—Speaks, in a firm and serious tone, almost annoying.

His hands are covered in blood, a reminder of the damage he caused you. His tongue peeks out from his lips and gives an almost subtle lick. His cold eyes scan over the state you're in, almost enjoying having you vulnerable.

While your body is lying on the ground, your gaze is responsible for informing the demon of your hatred. A look full of cunning and resentment, almost ferocious. In a moment, the demon leans down, looking at the large wound on your shoulder.

He could kill you, but instead he sat up and turned his body. Her long silver hair dancing in the gentle breeze, as well as the baboon skin hanging from her right shoulder. She seemed warm. The armor turns under the moonlight, while his steps are slow.

At that moment his servant approaches, as always praising his victories, no matter how insignificant they are. Both demons walk away, leaving you to your fate. Had I forgiven you? You thought, soft moans of pain escaping your lips.

—Don't get in my way again, priestess.—He says, in a firm and threatening tone. Leaving a reminder that next time you won't have the same luck.