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2. THE LONELY MANSION
HE FOUND HIMSELF BLUSHING as the demon lord walked away with such an air of nonchalance around him that it managed to further unnerv his thoughts. 'The nerve of him!', he thought, enraged, fuming with both sexual frustration and anger.
As he stared off into the space for several moments, a gasp tore through his mouth. "He stole my ribbon!" His words, yelled out in a shrill, filled with resignation at the sudden epiphany.
He was, simply put, tempted at the thought of attempting lower region surgery on a certain silver haired daiyōkai lord.
(Kami knew he had the medical knowledge to back his threat.)
Blowing a raspberry, Hyousuke stared down at the village with narrowed eyes, filled to the brim with bitter contempt. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the village to the faiths, he started, red tinted orbs snapping back.
"Someone is cutting down my toys..." The words left his lips in a hushed mutter, fingers pointing back towards the standing corpse of his late father. "Otō-san, bring them to me." With than sentence alone, the moving puppet jumped of the hill, landing down with a grave thud and a crater left in its wake.
"Just don't injure them too much."
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BONES CRACKED AS THE METAL HIT, a giant swords swung down on another unsuspecting corpse, a purifying arrow and several glowing sutras taking to the air, further proving their previous thoughts upon their arrival in the trampled down village.
"So..." A female's voice began smugly. "It's safe to say that this is the doing of a sorcerer."
"A dark sorcerer, to be precise, my dear." Another one, a male's, added to his companion's previous statement.
"Feh."
The scoff did nothing but bring knowing smiles to the faces of the two humans.
"Yasha, you were right about the smell of death, and thay were right about magic being involved." A fourth person pacified, attempting to play referee between her husband and friends.
(It wasn't the first time she had to resort to such methods.)
Grumbling under his breath and backing down as he refrained from barking out a snarky comment, his ears perked up at the sound of footsteps.
"Another's coming."
True to his word, from the treeline, a tall cadaver came forth, dressed in armour fit for a feudal lord and ashen skin glowing under the red moon. Grey eyes empty and aloof, it stared at the mismatched group of four (plus the nekotama on the taijia's shoulder) and simply pointed to the mansion atop the hill, unmoving and undeterred by the sight of the fallen humans.
