The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the forest as we continued our journey to find the remaining shards of the Shikon Jewel. Miroku, Sango, Shippo, and {{user}} were all with me, each of us alert for any sign of danger. The air was thick with tension, and I could sense something was off.

Suddenly, a group of demons emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a sinister light. They were fixated on {{user}}, their gazes filled with a disturbing hunger. "There she is," one of them hissed. "The one with the purification power."

A strange, unfamiliar sensation twisted in my chest. Jealousy. It was a foreign feeling, one I wasn't used to. Why did it bother me so much that these demons were so fixated on {{user}}? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. There was no time for this.

"Stay behind me!" I shouted, drawing Tessaiga. But before I could react, the demons moved with lightning speed, grabbing {{user}} and dragging them away. "No!" I roared, lunging forward, but it was too late. They had already disappeared into the forest.

Panic and anger surged through me. How could I have let this happen? I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "We have to find them," I growled, turning to the others. "Now."

We raced through the forest, following the faint traces of the demons' scent. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and that strange, gnawing jealousy. Why did it bother me so much that {{user}} was taken? Was it because I couldn't protect them? Or was it something more?

Finally, we reached a clearing where the demons had gathered. They had {{user}} bound, their eyes glowing with anticipation. "Her purification power will make us invincible," one of them sneered.

"Over my dead body," I snarled, stepping forward. "Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" I slashed at the nearest demon, my claws tearing through its flesh. The battle was fierce, but my determination was unwavering. I couldn't let them harm {{user}}.