Shiraga stared at the ceiling with his hands folded behind his head, the warm air of the stiff room kissing his bare chest. His mind wandered, thoughts returning to that infuriating mortal that plagues him. With his lips curled back into a snarl he swung out of the bed and stalked across the room. Grabbing the decanter he poured a generous portion of whiskey and took a swig. With the liquid burning down his throat he sighed as he stared at the glass, wondering at his thoughts.
“Well, this is interesting.”
With an infuriating snarl he growled at the demon behind him without even looking, “Leave Miyazaki. I’ve no mood for your games and lies.”
Smirking a playful smile the blonde clan leader made himself comfortable in a plush looking armchair, laughing at Shiraga’s back, “Ah but my lies are so much fun. Perhaps we can speak of yours then?”
Shiraga turned showing his teeth as his anger got the better of him, “I’ve no games or lies nor the mood for the like of you as I’ve said. Now leave.”
Miyazaki lifted an eyebrow as he lightly fanned himself with his new fan. He’s never seen Shiraga so irritated before nor could he recall him being so distracted. Intriguing. With his fan still flapping he asked in a caution tone, “What has you all bunched in the pussy?”
Shiraga’s growl was loud enough to vibrate the building, the glass cracking with spider webs in his hand as he turned to face the blonde demon. Miyazaki blinked not once as he was unfazed by Shiraga’s display of power, merely intrigued even more.
With his demon energy leaking out, pushing against the blonde demon Shiraga growled deep in his throat, “Get out. Now.”
When Miyazaki made no move to leave Shiraga’s hand shattered the glass, sparkling shards and whiskey everywhere as his anger boiled over. His growl began to grow into a roar as he stepped towards Miyazaki. He’s been itching for a fight and this was just the perfect excuse. Miyazaki was surprised at Shiraga’s short temper. Well not really surprised but astonished he could push Shiraga so close to the edge already. Usually the ruby demon had better control of himself. Watching him stepping closer to him, Miyazaki began to wonder just what had happened to cause the red demon to tether so close to the edge and if he could use it to his advantage. Despite Shiraga's efforts Miyazaki didn’t want to fight but this could prove to be a perfect chance to play with Shiraga, perhaps even wound him a little to keep him away from his nephew.
Just as Miyazaki was about to charge himself up to meet Shiraga’s challenge head on, a swift of cold air breezed into the room, settling between the two of them. A comely ice demoness appeared before Shiraga, jumping up and down in excitement as she was unaware of his foul mood.
“Shiraga-sama! Shiraga-sama! You have returned!”
Shiraga did not take his eyes off the infuriating blonde demon even as the cold demoness round her arms around his though he did stop in his steps.
“Come Shiraga-sama! The girls await!”
Still not taking his eyes off Miyazaki he snarled out the corner of his mouth at the cold woman, “Off me snowwoman, leave me be.”
She began pouting her lips as she tried rubbing her bosoms against Shiraga’s arm as a tactic, “But Shiraga-sama! ‘Tis to be a party and all the women are excited to see you!”
He shook her off and glared at her bewildered look. “Be gone woman! Do you not see I’ve no time for you or your likes!”
She hic’d as she begun to cry. With a wail she screamed at Shiraga for being so rude and vanished with the cold air. With a huff he turned back to his whiskey, quickly cleaning up the mess with a swipe of his hand as he poured some more, the coming fight quickly forgotten. Miyazaki watched Shiraga in a new light, his curiosity growing rapidly. Shiraga may not have the taste or personal time for some demoness but he would typically treat one with a façade manners. To see him react so rudely to one was unlike him unless he was truly worried about something. Silent with curiosity Miyazaki quietly got up and went to Shiraga’s side. Even as he stood beside him Shiraga would not meet his eye, only grumble into the glass as he began to down a 20 year bottle of whiskey.
Miyazaki’s eyes lighten up as he watched him, “Shiraga, you may not accept or even like to be a member of the clan but a member you are. Tell me, what troubles you?”
Shiraga downed a whole glass full of whiskey and slammed it down with a clatter. He glared at the bottle as he poured another drink, “I’m not a member of any clan nor are you any leader of mine. There’s nothing that troubles me. Now leave me be already.”
Miyazaki watched as he knew Shiraga was lying. He was hiding something but no matter what he did Shiraga would never share. With a sigh Miyazaki folded his fan, waving it at him as he turned and walked away, “Very well then, I shall leave you to wallow in your lies. Just know I merely came to warn you of rumors I’ve heard of a demon after your head.”
Shiraga snorted, the first sign of his usual self, “Every demon is after my head. What news is this of me?”
Turning Miyazaki poked his fan to Shiraga as he began to leave, “I heard this snake was a very troubling one. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” And keep you away from my nephew.
“Snake?” Shiraga turned but Miyazaki was already gone. Something about the mention of a snake left him unnerved. His mind played images of Fye being trapped in the hands of the snake demon they encountered. Shaking his head he drained the glass and poured another, taking the glass with him as he went back to his bed. As he laid back on the bed he thought of how Fye had somehow banished the demon to another realm and even if the demon had come back he heard no word of him. With the cool glass dripping condensation onto his bare chest his mind thought of how Fye could handle herself, there was no need to worry of such a trifling, infuriating woman.
With his mind going back and forth between worry and irritation he growled as he got up. Slamming his still full glass of whiskey on a nearby table he summoned some clothes to get dressed. She’s been nothing but headaches and distractions the moment he laid eyes on her. Because of her he’s been unable to think of anything else, thus she must take full responsibility. That’s why he’s going, to search for her. To hold her accountable for the fogging she’s done of his mind. That’s exactly what he told himself as he dressed and quickly warped his way back to that small town he left her in.
The day was unseasonably warm causing him to snarl even more as he moved at a brisk pace down the sidewalk, searching for her. People unconsciously moved out of his way as his dark mood pushed at them. He was unaware that small amounts of his demon energy were slowly leaking out causing this as he continued to look for her. Finally finding a trace he followed the trail of her scent back to the very hotel room he set up for her. Without even knocking he barged into her room, unlocking it with his power. Glancing around he saw that she was not there as he had expected.
Snarling he turned to go back out to find her when he glanced her pack still on the bed. Walking to it he picked it up, wondering what it was doing here with her nowhere to be found. He saw her laptop still on the bed and her clothes still halfway out as if she was interrupted while packing. His brows drew close in worry as he began to scan the room, finding traces of some unknown mortal soul and the familiar energy of an annoying snake demon. Snarling in disgust he threw the pack back on the bed, reaching up a hand to rip open the door the demon went through in order to find her.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Shiraga was startled at the unknown voice but was quick to recover as he turned, finding a small teenage girl beside him. Seeing her transparent appearance he knew her to be a soul and recognize her to be the soul from the traces he found earlier. Raising an eyebrow he questioned her, wondering if perhaps she had news of Fye.
“Why should I listen to you?”
She watched him with odd eyes. For a moment Shiraga felt uneasy as he stared into eyes too old for the body when she said, “Fye is not that way. You go there, and you’ll get her killed.”
The words shocked him. Fye? Killed? “What are you talking about? Who are you? Where’s Fye?”
The girl ignored his questions, “What is Fye to you?”
He felt his hands slightly clench as his irritation grows, “What is Fye to you?”
A light sparkles over the girls eyes but before he learn what it means it disappears. She appears to take a breath before slowly asking, “Do you want to save Fye?”
His hands clench tighter, his brows drawing closer, “Is she in danger?”
The girl leans forward speaking through clench teeth, “Do you want to save her?”
He glares at the girl, opening his mouth to retort but stops. As the girl glares back he watches something in her eyes. Studying the girl he comes to a conclusion before saying, “Yes.”
Ghostly hands grab his arm. He stares at her as she begins pleading with him, “Then you must kill her.”
He yanked his arm out of her hold, “What madness you speak of? If I wish to save Fye it makes no sense to kill her.”
The girl laid her hands at her side, speaking to him in a calm voice, “It is if she’s trapped in this life.”
That gave him a pause. He studied her up and down, crossing his arms over his chest before asking, “What do you mean?”
She was silent as they both studied the other then she spoke, “The Golden family is ancient, a very old one. One of the first to start worshipping the Sun Goddess and gain her favor. At that time she told the first ancestors that as the world ages so will their power. With time progressing and man no longer dependent on the deities less and less members of the family would be born with her powers. But she gave us a prophecy that just as all hope seems lost, the power of the family can be renewed.”
Shiraga watched her quietly as she spoke, his mind wondering at her reason behind telling him all this, “And you believe Fye to be a part of that prophecy?”
With a slow breath she continued, “It does not matter what I believe, only what the family believes and how they interpret the prophecy.”
Drawings his eyebrows together he asked, “And what is this prophecy?”
A little smile tugged at the girl’s lips, “Ah demon, I’m afraid you may not know.”
He gave a small huff, “Does Fye know of this prophecy?”
She nodded her head, “Yes she does.”
He waved his hand at her, “Then what does this have to do with me killing her?”
She watched him silently again before saying, “Basically the prophecy says something along the lines that if the person chooses to lay with someone, they can give unimaginable powers to the person they lay with and their children. Kinda like a power boost.”
This time Shiraga did smirk at the girl, “We’ve already lain together and yet I feel no such power boost.”
The girl stared at him and Shiraga realized she wasn’t even fazed by the statement that he and Fye had laid together. Just as he was beginning to wonder who this girl really was she spoke again, “They have to consume her.”
That gave him a double take as he stared at her, “What?”
Sighing the girl finally looked away hiding her face in her long hair, “In olden days ‘laying’ with someone meant dinning with them. Somehow the meaning got further twisted and now the family believes they must eat the person the prophecy speaks of.”
Shiraga was silent as he thought her words over. His face betrayed no hint of what he may have been thinking and without a word he disappeared from the room, completely vanishing from this realm. With mischief in her eyes Kim scanned to room to find him completely gone. Smirking she drifted her soul back into her body, opening her eyes to her spacious candlelit room laying on top of plush soft pillows. Smiling she sat up and stretched the aches from her sore muscles.
That should give her a push or two, she thought smiling as she got up and went to her own personal koi pond to scry for Fye and the ruby demon.
A constant snarl was on Shiraga lips as he ripped through dimension from dimension, tracing Fye’s scent as he searched for her. Didn’t humans evolve from cannibalism? Don’t they look down on such a thing in this century? His thoughts raced as images of Fye being eaten by filthy mortals flashed in his mind. Growling now his demon jewel began to glow brighter and brighter the longer he searched for her. How long had he already searched from realm to realm he could not say but he knew he would not stop until he found her.
If any’s to devour her it will be me, and I’ll do it my way.
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