The fragility of being human is a curse. It's disgusting, even. They do not live long and their aging process is putrid; horrid to think about. Demons can out last any human, being immortal. Tsk, why should we even pay that pathetic race any heed? We are their betters, their lord, their masters. With a flick of a claw, they die so easily.
A wicked smile graced his thin lips as he held up his hand, claws extended and beginning to glow a faint green.
They should all die.
“Lord Sesshomaru, Lord Sesshomaru!” The small girl ran as fast as her legs would carry her, latching herself onto the pair of legs known to belong to this 'Sesshomaru.'
All his earlier thoughts fled from his mind as his golden eyes lowered to meet the gaze of bright chocolate orbs; innocence and happiness swirling within her umber pools.
“What is it, Rin?” He asked, his tone softening slightly at the sight of the child.
“Lord Sesshomaru, I found a field of flowers! May I go pick some?” Her childish face pleaded him as her hands clasped together and her eyes became more glass-like.
The demon lord's eyes closed as he slowly turned his head to the side, hand lifting and waving slightly, “Go ahead,” he responded, hating how she always used this look against him. Perhaps his one weakness.
“Thank you, Lord Sesshomaru!” With one final squeeze to his legs, the small girl trotted off to the field where she had found the flowers.
“W-wait, Rin!” The small toad demon croaked and gave chase to the careless child.
Once the two were out of his sight, the demon sighed through his nose, looking out at nothing. How is it that, that child can change this one's thoughts with such ease? Shaking it off, he sniffed the air once. Eye brows furrowed, not being able to recognize the new scent that filled the air and his sensitive nostrils.
