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An hour had passed since the angel left and Sesshomaru was still in the crater, curled up on his side with his hands grasping at his chest. He was hurt—no not hurt, he was mutilated. Though his body remained perfectly intact, deep inside if anyone knew what had happened to him that day they could never say that he was entirely whole. Struggling to catch his breath, but found the rhythm too difficult simulate, he tried to raise himself, but his, arms his legs, nothing obeyed him. Even the muscles in his hand he used to grasp at the wound the angel inflicted on him were unbearably difficult to control. He shook all over and could not stand or even move, that bastard!
How could he!
There was no pain, aside the injury he had received in his chest, which throbbed intensely. He coughed, and blood spurted into his throat leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. Predator though he is the taste of his own blood disgusted him. He tried to spit it out, but found he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t stand it, this was torture. For all his years he has been in perfect control, but now all of a sudden—this, nothing worked, nothing was right… is this agony having completely lost control, not just of his body but of his life as well?
He felt numb, aside from the horrible throbbing and if it wasn’t for that ceaseless trembling he could have fathomed this is what it must feel like to be dead. Numb, no feeling, painless… empty, hollow, and soulless and all around stricken like death. Dead! All he needed was a grave… this crater would be nice… just to lay here and wait to be buried, for time to gradually fill it and cover him over in the way only time could. Beneath layers dirt and rock of the ages, time that has not yet come, ages which he was to look forward to but were now stricken from sight.
Damn him, curse him, how could he do this to me? Why, it makes no sense?
Recalling that moment—the instant that everything changed sent waves of anger rushing through him followed by a deep sense of betrayal, which only redoubled the force of his trembling body. How he must appear like a perfect wretch here now clinging to his own body, shivering like he was trapped helpless in arctic ice. Grasping at his chest and growling at his chattering his teeth a sensation he had ever known before. And attempted to grit them together to stop it, but even that simple command was taken out of his control. How could he do this to me?
And I trusted him!
Damn him! And curse the gods and all their confounded Heavens! For this!

It seemed like forever; but he could not help his mind from going back to the very instant it happened, just one hour ago: he had been defeated, in battle by a servant of the gods and was laying on his back with his conqueror standing over him. His eyes caught on a sole red flame. The sword the angel had wielded to defeat him had completely transformed and was now a ball of fire floating above the angel’s hand. It’s fiery light reflecting in shades of pink, orange and violet on the angel’s shrouded face and on its shining armor.
Even though the angel was perfectly shrouded, Sesshomaru could see at the time that the angel’s face was very tranquil, as if it was at peace with everything, with himself, with this battle, not bothered at all with the troubles of the world, quite possibly because he was not part of it—and he was beautiful; everything about him was fully admirable, his form, his wings, his stature, everything.
It was almost too easy to forget, the facts… the current circumstances, that he was defeated. That he was the one down on his back staring up at his conquer. This was a new feeling for Sesshomaru, usually he was the victor, the one left standing staring down coldly upon his prey—even proudly. How the tides had turned, and changed everything. Even in the times when he was beaten down by his father during their training sessions years ago and he had to admit defeat at sword point did he ever feel the meaning of truly defeat—in those times, he just huffed and grit his teeth, but sprung back up with a well-to-do, and good job for the day, but I know you can do better than that from his father and they would return to the castle without a fret about the day’s lesson. Not in his life—not when he was badly burned and bedridden for days when his father over estimated his speed and ability to dodge an attack, did he know the meaning of defeat, not when he got knocked too far and fell a hundred and thirty feet into a ravine and badly hit his head knocking him out for another several days did he know the meaning of defeat—not when he failed to attain the Tetsusaiga from Inuyasha and received a terrible wound to the chest nearly losing his arm in the process, the only time he was forced to retreat from a foe under his own power, and from a hanyou no less did he know the meaning of defeat—no, he would come back, and not when he was nearly cut down by the wind scare welded by his half-brother’s hand did he acknowledge any sense it no it was only a setback, only now did it truly dawn on him as he stared at the wonderful being that he was, in fact, defeated.
Such a strange feelinghe thought to himself this really isn’t so bad after all. Perhaps it’s something I could even come to accept. When a sound began to emit from the angel’s being, the sound of humming and Sesshomaru once again began to realize he was chanting. He could not understand the words, but somehow in the depths of his mind he could hear:
   “By the grace of our lord in Heaven,
Blessed be thou, the moon is light
Light is knowledge, show thee the way.”

The words repeated themselves over and over again, and soon he felt a strange calm come over him, and every muscle in his body relaxed. His eyes grew soft as he remained transfixed on the angel, while it continued its chant. Eyes shut and still blurred by an unknown source of light, mouth barely parting to form the words, who then after a moment stopped, as if drawn by the presence of Sesshomaru’s staring eyes and looked at him. There was a silence before the angel said in a low monotone voice, “By the grace of our Lord in Heaven, blessed by thou, the moon is light, the light is knowledge show him the way.” As he hear this a flush cam over Sesshomaru’s face as he heard the same words he heard in his head come spoken back to him, then suddenly there was a rush.
It was a surge of heat that came rushing into him and filled his body. Seizing control of him it began to lift him slightly from the ground then held him hovering three to four inches in the air. A reddish glow then appeared over his flesh and torn clothe, a power that was emitting from the angel. What, what is he doing to me…? Suddenly the glowing sword again changed its form and shot up from the angel’s hand into the air above him. The form which the blade then took was that of a long winding strip that resembled a ribbon. Red at first then lightened and turned to gold. Stretching and growing and winding through the air, before dividing into five separate parts, each whirled for a moment then shot like arrows towards Sesshomaru. Seized by the angel’s power he was helpless to observe as the golden stripes then bound themselves around his wrists, ankles and neck. It burned at first, yet caused him no injury as they slowly penetrated his flesh and was gone from sight.
Sesshomaru’s eyes flash wide open—something had just been forced into his body, but what was it? Was it a spell… a curse… he looked again to the angel and just knew… it was a seal! A seal! He had been sealed! A sudden rise of recognition took him, as the reality of the event struck deep inside, and all at once he felt a surge of heat gather within, different from the heat that bind him. This was his own rage his anger and he snapped! “You… what is the meaning of this!”
The instance of his voice caused his body to snap into action, as if to leap up and attack, but the angel’s power held him down. Action was impossible, this was it, and with the more he struggled the worse it got. And the angel said down to him. “Do not struggle; the spell has not taken its full effect on you yet.”
“Explain yourself!”

This was intolerable, why do this to him, he was already defeated, what more need there be, he had to be punish as well, and like this! A spell that sealed away his demonic power—ludicrous, how is he supposed to rule without his power! It was perfectly clear to him before that it wasn’t the angel’s intention tare him down, or to remove him from his position in life in anyway—at least that is the impression the angel left on him. But now this, everyone knows that one needs power to rule in the Demon’s World, one can’t just get by governing over demons with good looks and fancy words alone—one needs Power, but the angel was sealing it, this made no sense.
“Angel! I demand an explanation for this!”
The angel did not respond, not at first but then after a moment the obscure image that was the angel’s face began to change, and at once took on an expression of sadness. Then slowly the light that shrouded him began to clear. Through it he could make out the impressions of delicate features emerging like from a veiling mist. First the shape of the face then the outline of eyes, chin, nose and a set of pointy ears aside faint facial markings that gradually came into view, magenta stripes on his cheeks and a royal blue crescent moon perfectly formed and set on his brow. Once the light had cleared completely one sight said it all Sesshomaru almost lost his breath, and flinched. Snapping him out of his rage with a start for the face he now saw before him was one that he knew.
As recognition struck, Sesshomaru leapt up, discovering that he could move now just a little. It seemed the angel’s attention shifted more to the thought of unveiling himself than to force his captured demon into submission. Sesshomaru’s body remained the ground, but he managed to prop himself up on his elbow, his eyes glaring furiously at the being that now stood before him, “You!”
The angel’s face, which was now fully unveiled smiled, and in a calm voice said, “So you remember me?”
As soon as the angel’s words passed a memory from his past shot into Sesshomaru from out of a distant corner of his mind, his memory was this: Long ago, when he was still a small child no less developed than a four year old, he was in the flower garden of his parent’s castle marveling at all the different blossoms that grew there when he met a stranger. This stranger was a demon, male, thinner and lesser in form than his father, but bore the likeness of his mother. He was dressed in white robes that draped in a harmonic flow with his white hair that glistened with silvery light and cascaded down the length of him. On his face he bore the mark of the Lunar Hounds and the magenta marks of the Fang.
That alone put the child at ease, even though he had never met this relative before, and assuming that he was an Inuyoukai, Sesshomaru first instinct was to pay him no mind. Just someone he wasn’t yet introduced to, expecting either his father or mother to appear and explain to him who this unknown relation was, and went about his business, oblivious and carefree.
Not far away the angel took up a seat in the corner of the garden and watched him, a half an hour must have passed in this way, before he thought to speak. “Do you enjoy nature child?” the child was startled by the sudden sound of what he presumed to be a demon’s voice, he froze and shot his face in the direction from which it came, a look of pure alertness and innocence beamed in his large golden eyes that shone brighter than the yellow dahlias that bloomed in the garden patch beside him. Bringing an even more peasant grin to the angel’s face, “do flowers please you, child?”
As the angel asked this the boy shuttered, in his hands was a blossom, a perfectly formed hibiscus flower that he had picked from the pant beside him. The color of the blossom was deep crimson, it drew his eye and he wanted to savor it but realizing that his little delight was noticed by prying eyes his cheeks turned the color of roses and he dropped the flower and drew away from it. His eyes never moving from the still unfamiliar demon seated in the corner of the garden.
Sesshomaru was a very private child, and didn’t like to be spied on or watched in anyway. He didn’t even like being looked at. To him it was like his private space was being invaded and always left him feeling uneasy. Usually he would sulk away and hide behind his mother’s or father’s robes, but they would lecture him, and tell him not to do that, especially his father, who would express both disappointment and sometimes even anger at his shy ways. But Sesshomaru was not a child whose instinctive nature could be changed, simply because his parent disapproved of it. By his nature in the presence of this demon his first impulse was to run away, but he only made it a few steps when the angel’s voice stopped him.
“Do I frighten you, young child? I don’t mean to.”
With that the child froze, his father always told him never to show fear, so he stopped turned and looked square at the angelic demon, who was now directly across from him with a broad path of cobble stones spanning the distance between them. He didn’t want to, but obligation called, he was a prince after all and even at this tender age he knew he needed to act like one, running away was out of the question. Begrudgingly the child stood firm and stared back. Once again his actions brought a smile to the demon’s face.
What Sesshomaru remembers after this point is blurry but that he did develop a sense of ease with the demon, and was willing to go up to him, even talk to him which is something that he never did. The demon never told him who he was, or why he was there, all he did was ask strange questions, most of which he couldn’t answer, and told strange tales about relatives he had never known or heard of before. He could not remember any of those tales now, but he could recall being entirely transfixed as the demon relied them to him.
The encounter must have gone on for at least an hour, maybe a little more, while demon and child talked and listened. Sesshomaru was charmed and it wasn’t long before he was perched up beside this new being smiling and even looking up to him. He had even begun to feel that he liked him, and wanted to hear more of the demon’s strange tales. And before long the thought of his parents arriving to rescue him from an unwelcomed stranger faded away to gratitude that they never arrived; in fact he saw not another soul in the garden the entire time. It was just him and the angel.

This memory came back with a sense of melancholy and wonder, and knowing that it was no dream, for afterwards he went about asking his parents about it and dragging them into the garden to meet the strange demon, hoping that he was still there. Excited and very enthusiastic about it, but he was gone. His parents seemed agitated over the instance, his mother sighed and said not to worry about it, and his father without a word just turned and walked away. Sesshomaru was very disappointed for he feared that they did not believe him, wherefrom that day on he kept an eye open for that familiar white clad figure and smiling face, a face he never saw it again until now.
“You… I know you.”
“Yes, so you do remember me… That’s good.”
“So you’re an Inuyoukai angel.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I see. What do you want and why have you done this to me?”
“I’ve done it because I was ordered to, that is all.”
“Ordered to? By whom, to what purpose does this serve?”
The angel was silent for a moment as in thinking, then answered, “The purpose I have already revealed to you, but if you need more for understanding know this,” pausing for a moment as he took the time to come down to his knees and knelt beside him. His figure now uncomfortably closer to Sesshomaru, who still could not move, his face, hair and facial markings like a mirror image of his own as he glared into his matching eyes, “As I have told you, you are a part of something… something important, though it isn’t something you would have heard talk of or even tales, at least not in this country.” He paused again, and his face softened, and he brought up has hand to gingerly touch the crest of Sesshomaru’s hair, stroking gently as though he would to a child, and sighed. As he did this the sadness in his eyes that had lingered from before faded to serene gentleness and Sesshomaru suddenly felt, once again for the first time in centuries that overwhelming pleasantness, that feeling he came to delight in so long ago. Washing away any trace of anger he had in him, that the demon who appeared that day, and whom he had searched for ever since was now there with him—he had ever realized how much he truly missed that presence, and that beautiful pleasant face. It was the type of presence one could simply melt away into and forget all their troubles, which Sesshomaru only realizing now that he terribly needed—but this was not the time for forgetting, or melting and the angel made that clear by continuing.
“Sesshomaru,” he said in a ceasing, sobering manor, “you are the youngest of the bloodline, and last to be born of our descendants. Have you realized it yet, that you are the last of our kind? And because of the errors of our kind fate had led to this end.”
The errors of are kind?
The thought no he hasn’t came to mind but he held back from saying such out loud, for there was a sense that he did know it. That he has always known, though his parent’s never mentioned it to him it was true. “You are the last of our kind. There are no others, you’re mother was the last of our line to be born, and fortunately she was able to find a mate in your father also the last of his line that of the Fang.” Sesshomaru knew this, his father had an elder brother who passed away a century and a half before his father died, and left no heir and their parents both perished more than half millennia before he was born. Inuyoukai live for ages, their life span can last up to five thousand years if they thrive hard enough, yet bore few children. Thus to keep the bloodline pure they only bred within the family and late in the demon’s life time so there was never more than five or six in existence at a time ever in all the history of their race. All of which narrowed down to three, to Sesshomaru, to mother and to Inuyasha, who he didn’t count. His father sealed that fate on the day he decided he would be born the son of a human, a being that has no business meddling in the affairs of demons.
“Up to the day you were born we feared you would be born a child of the Fang, yet when you emerged and the sign of our seal appeared on your brow you couldn’t know the joy we felt.”
Us…“There’s more?”
“Oh, yes,” the angel chuckled slightly, “there are.”
“You said that I am the last.”
“We are in Heaven,” said the angel.
With that Sesshomaru looked away, “That I wouldn’t know about. I do not know that place.” He said with indifference. Again the angel smiled, “Of course you don’t, no one ever remembers from wince they came when they are born. You are not supposed to, if knowledge like that could be brought down upon the worlds below that easily there would be no place for Heaven.”
This was a little difficult; Sesshomaru tried to work it out in his mind but had little time to complete any of his thoughts when the angel continued. “The Lord made it this way long ago, in the beginning when life as we know it first began. He knew if all the knowledge that was withheld in heaven was laden on earth or amongst the demons that it would only being disaster. That it would be too much for all to handle and to manage and you would only use it to destroy yourselves. The Lord is no such being as to deliberately allow such an outcome to befall the world he worked so hard to begin.”
There was a lot Sesshomaru wanted to say to that, for he had heard such words and references before, but arguing with the angel seemed somehow inappropriate, like he would be breaking a tender rule of sentiment. So biting his tongue, he just listened, “But I’m sure you aren’t interested in all this.” The angel continued.
Actually he was wrong, even though he rarely admitted it such topics did on occasion spark an interest in him, Sesshomaru despised ignorance, yet would often consider there was a better time for anything. What a better time to learn about gods and heaven than in the presence of an angel? Now seemed like one of those better times, yet he said nothing, and the angel continued, “But now, I’m afraid we haven’t much time for small talk. I do have a mission to fulfill,” and the sadness returned to his eyes, he leaned back on his heels, turning his face to the side as if to look away.
“What now?”
“Well it just…” and deep within the angel’s heart he toiled, this isn’t good, I mustn’t hesitate. I must do this before I lose me courage. I have my orders. And indeed he did, direct orders from the highest power, which he dare not disobey, as a soldier of Heaven. “I’m afraid our reunion must come to an end, which is regrettable. I wanted to see you again, Sesshomaru, youngest of our kin, I truly did and I only wish our meeting could have been a more pleasant one like that time long ago. But now…” I eyes returned to meet Sesshomaru’s, “I must complete my mission.”
Complete his mission, what could be left for him to complete? He already defeated me and sealed away my powers, what more could he do?Suddenly a feeling of forewarning came over him and he unable to fathom what the angel was trying to say to him, “So there’s more, sealing my power away wasn’t enough?”
“I’m afraid not. You see you’ve been wronged in your life, and now it must be corrected. There was something you were meant to do, but are now unable to see it. You proved that in the instant I appeared, and continue to do so as this conversation carries on. That must change, there was a different path meant for you which you must discover but in order for you to walk this path correctly, will require some force.”

Force?   “Once again your explanation tells me nothing.”
“There is very little time left Sesshomaru, your adventures will narrow down very soon and soon you will meet your match. There is an enemy you have yet to meet, and the outcome of your meeting will determine the fate of a great part of this world, you must choose wisely how you are to face this new foe, and even more so the decision you make with him in the end.”
My match… adventures narrowing down… decisions… a new enemy, none of this bore any recognition to him, but struck new interest in him and clearly applied to events yet to come, so I am meant to meet someone, another encounter—‘decision you make with him in the end’, what is it suppose to mean? Interesting.
“You will have time to fathom it, but this road you are on now will stop and a new road will open up, one that will lead you down the right path.”
“You have a fetish for being vague.”
The angel smirked, but there was little muse, “Yes well, as I have told you I’m not allowed to say more. We who dwell in Heaven lie by strict rules, rules we dare not to disobey.”
“Is there no freedom in Heaven?”
The angel did not answer, he just grinned, a solemn and melancholy then said, “Things for you to ponder my friend, but take care in how you consider it, you won’t have much time to reflect, Sesshomaru… he’s coming.”
He?
“Who…” once again Sesshomaru attempted to ask in need for clarity, but the angel just shook his head, “I am not allowed to tell you. But there is one thing I can do for you that might be of assistance to you… just one more story.”
A story?
“Please listen; this is all I can do for you that is within my power. The story is this:
“Long ago there was a demon that was very rich in pride and spirit. He was a powerful demon loved by many of his time even the gods in heaven adored him. So much that they made him one of their own, an angel where in his time he committed many good deeds both for his world and for god, and he was viewed perfect in every way. One day he met a demon, a beautiful, adoring creature the likes of which he had never seen, and his feelings flew alight over this new being. Over it his senses betrayed him. He courted the demon and eventually they fell in love. But the relationship was taboo, thus not allowed, nonetheless he continued to pursue his interest in this love, surrendering to their free wills till the wrath of fate befell them both and he beloved was killed as a result of their lust. With his lover’s death the once beloved demon became an enemy of heaven and flew astray where he committed endless sins and countless atrocities until he was eventually punished. For his punishment the Heavens ordered that he should be buried alive in the sands until he expired. But a plead was made for him in Heaven that should he endure ten thousand years of immobile darkness that he would be allowed to be reborn out of the faith that he could live to redeem his soul, and possibly even return to heaven.”

“However, this has yet to happen. And unfortunately my friend this is all I can tell you. Like I said it’s just a story. It’ll be left to you to figure out how it may apply to you. But now with that said,” he rose up his hand. Swallowed his breath and whispered, “Forgive me.” With that he began to chant. And once again like before the words were foreign to him and yet deep in the back of his mind he could hear this:
“By the grace of Heaven
And the will of our Lord
Shall fortitude be your bind
The challis of the father
Your blood shall fill
Till the last drop
And fulfill thy hollow soul.”

Then he opened his eyes and said out loud in common speech, “by the Lord of Heaven I take you prisoner of our Lord’s might, you will be subjected to his will and to his power over you, this you cannot defy.”
Apprehension was the only thing Sesshomaru could muster before the angel’s arm began to glow until it resembled a brand. The next thing Sesshomaru knew the angel plunged with his claw deep within his chest destroying what was left of his armor... the shock was over whelming. Sesshomaru gasped and grasped hold of the angel’s sleeve, his claws clinging into his armor with the attempt to force it back, but the arm was already successfully phased through his torso and had hit its target. Sesshomaru felt his body freeze, every thought come to a frozen halt—my heart…. He’s after my heart!
“You!”
Why?
He could have screamed, but all sound was caught in his throat, the feeling of claws clutching the most vital part of him paralyzed him to the bone with the recognition of fear. For the first time in his life he was afraid.
“Why… why are you doing this?” he shook with fear, you said thus wasn’t it…. that I’m not meant to die here.
“As I said, I’m sorry.”
As the angel drew back his heart came out with it, and all Sesshomaru knew next was sudden dullness and then an eruption of pain. But it wasn’t the same type of pain as if his flesh had been torn, in fact it probably would have been better if it had been a beast that tore him open and ripped out his core—this was a different kind of pain. Sesshomaru was a magical being; his body was not true flesh and blood. He was a demon a creature of the supernatural created by the magical nature of other mystical beings and their momentary merger between each other. Though they call it a natural process the result was anything but, a demon is many things, but entirely alive isn’t one of them.
Demons are spirits, but they exist in a different way from the living, though it is said they can be killed, and that they can grow old and die, for a demon this so-called death is as much different from the death of a moral. Morals are vessels of flesh wherein the soul resides, once broken or used up the soul departs thus passes on to the realm of death and may be eventually reborn, thus is the cycle of life for the living, a demon however exist outside that cycle. In demons there is no separation between body and soul, they are one—souls are immortal, thus this makes demons immortal so long as their core remains intact.
A demon’s heart is his soul it is the core of his being, just as the soul itself has a core and can be destroyed if that core is broken. This is why a demon’s body can be broken, but will still survive, so long as the core is left unaffected. Wizards, witches, mystics and priests use magic and the power of the soul to battle them, it’s the only way they there is. Without a heart a demon is just a vessel, like a mortal without a soul, eventually the human will die, but a demon could live forever.
“By orders of the Lord of Heaven I am taking you captive. Your body shall remain here amongst the realm of action to proceed in your mission. Your life shall remain thus till the Lord releases you.”
“Why are you doing this…?”
“Your mission is this: you must rediscover yourself and learn who you truly are, and return to your proper place in the world and fulfill the proper tasks meant for you only then may your core be returned to you. Should you fail in this task your life will remain the Lord’s captive forever. He will do with you as he pleases.”
“But do not worry; you will not be left completely helpless. The lord may seem cruel, but he has his reasons to be so, you will not be left without power to protect yourself, I can assure you. Only it’s not a power you may always be able to tap. But you will learn. With this, now you will have no choice but to choose the correct path and top learn it quickly. Again I am sorry.”
It was the last thing the angel said before a light beamed down from the sky and he left carrying his heart away with him. Sesshomaru could not stop him, nor could he move. He gasped and grabbed at his chest, disbelief flooding his every sense, his eyes now furious—betrayed, he betrayed him! “Damn you… come back! You… ” but the pain took him. The deafness in his ears then turned to excessive ringing and the aura trapped inside his body began to swirl and to flux violently with no control. He began to convulse and spat, though there was no pain the numb feeling of suddenly emptiness somehow seemed worse, will he die—no the angel said that wasn’t his intention, then what was ne now a slave? Without a heart, what does that make of him? Thief… betrayer… liar! How dare he!
“Curse you and all your confound world!” these were the final words before he felt the first drops of rain come and land on his face. The sky above was overcast and had grown dark, the storm was here. He could hear thunder by feeling the vibrations each clash sent through the air and see the lightening. But that was all, for not before along his consciousness faded and all that was left turned black.
An hour later he was on his side, it had been drizzling on and off steadily since the angel parted. Strangely the storm had not brought its onslaught upon him all at once. And so there is was, laying at the bottom of a crater, his power sealed and his heart torn from his body. What do now, he wondered, what should befall the aftermath of such an event? He couldn’t imagine, yet there was a typhoon brewing in the sea, and its winds blowing harshly over the land. The trees had already begun to bow to its incredible force and the rain stared to beat down on his face and his blinking eyes. What to do indeed, as water filled the crater with every falling drop.
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