Long Live The King by Em
Long Live The King
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Flurries of snow fall deceptively peaceful around two lone figures atop a cliff face. Beyond, many miles away, the sky was alight in a fiery blaze. Brilliant hues of scarlet rose and blood red saturated the night sky. The screams of innocents, the screams of sinners, conjoined into one unified wail of damnation. The screams highlighted the fantastic skyline coming together in the most beautifully tragic of contrasts.
The tall, broad-shouldered elder stood serenely bearing witness to the raging inferno. His silver top-knotted strands danced with a sudden gust of pale fury. Dark crimson blood slowly staining the pristine whiteness below him.
“A chaos only perfected by humanity, ne Sesshomaru.”
Hands clenching minutely were the only visible signs of tension in the younger male. Molten amber eyes narrowed cruelly.
“A folly you have turned to dabbling in father.”
Thin firm lips tilted up at the corners.
“You will learn in days to come, my son, that folly is a very fickle mistress to entertain.”
“A wench, you can be sure father , that this Sesshomaru will never dally with.”
The Western Daiyoukai Lord lifted his aristocratic head, golden eyes molten as his youki began to swirl around him in turbulent waves. The thick marks of his heritage grew jagged. He balanced, as only one who has complete control can, on the edge of utter pandemonium, only choosing to fall when he decided. In return, his offspring responded in kind to instinct, snarling as he buffeted the sheer awesomeness of his sire’s power.
The Inutaisho turned, golden eyes flecked with feral crimson turned to gaze knowingly at his heir.
“Tell me pup, tell me Sesshomaru, do you have someone to protect.”
Sesshomaru, angered by his loss of tightly leashed control flicked his hand out in disgust.
“I, Sesshomaru, have no need of such things!”
The great Dai’s twin tails flared wildly to life as more of his savage youki was released. His grin was grim and final.
In the before, he had seen his son, his sons, futures, and they both held many paths which could lead them to success or to their demise. Yet, interestingly enough, both held a common, delicate strand, one very tiny blue-eyed strand. He knew his eldest would not understand, and his eyes closed as he could practically feel the pup’s false sense of betrayal fighting to erase the last fragile remains of warmth in his heart.
More heartache must come before the cursed war might end. He smiled wryly. Or in his case, before the cursed war could begin. And Gods be damned, he would be the spark to set the whole bloody timber ablaze.
“We shall see, my son, we shall see.”
With a mighty roar the shell housing the beast fell away. Sesshomaru was cast in an eclipse of shadow and just as suddenly found himself alone among the rock. He remained standing until a terrifying roar shook the very foundation of Japan. It sang with an air of finality.
It is done.
As the Prince-turned-Lord swiveled on his heel, his father’s voice echoed on the wind.
"It is not how we are remembered in death my son, but how we are remembered in life."
The maddening surge of icy snow paled in comparison to the frozen bite of the ice running straight through his frozen veins, congealing his bleeding heart in a glacial solidification.
Foolishness indeed.
His eyes hardened.
Long live the king.