Demon Games by mochi

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

This party is old and uninviting

Participants all in black and white

You enter in full blown Technicolor

Nothing is the same after tonight

-Incubus

He saw his life flash before his eyes, hazy black and white images shuffling in random sequence. Feelings fluttered to life before being thrown back into the abyss as each moment, uninteresting and momentous, filtered through. Every now and again a more recent memory passed through. They were tied with no emotion. He could feel his lips twitch, an attempt at a sneer. How dull his life had become. He would only ever admit this to himself, but he had lost the power to feel anything at all. In his older memories, his life was of some interest because of the challenges. Within them he could feel pride and accomplishment, also a deadly need for blood. He delved into them, tasting them, remembering how it was to feel.

His rise to power was nothing short of a legend in the making. He abstractedly wondered why these unrelated images were being shown to him. His memories continued to intertwine together, memories of various conquests, both of land and demons. Picturesque images of his lands, his home, and various people who were mere acquaintances, kept at arms length were in the mix. Those acquaintances were tolerable at the very least. He could feel agitation, not his own, bubble slowly, filling himself with irritation. Perhaps he was missing something, but he was loathe to admit what he already knew. He needed a mate. The final piece.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness enshrouding his nearly naked form. Lips sneered, he shoved the cold body off of the bed. The naked demoness awoke abruptly from her dreamless sleep when she made impact with the cold immaculate floor. "My lord?" she questioned, sleep still laced in her voice. Menacing eyes found their mark on the demoness lying on the floor, breasts bared. How pathetic. She was just another notch on the demon lords long line of conquests. With the chase finished, his curiosity and lust satiated, he wanted nothing more to do with the bitch.

"You are not worth this Sesshomaru's time." The demoness stared at the near perfect demon in front of her in shock as he got out of bed and stepped over her as if she was nothing. Her shocked faded away quickly to leave a storm of hatred. Her red eyes burned into the color of blood as she replayed the events of last night. His cold golden eyes that iced her spine. The feeling of him inside of her. The power. She heard splashes of water in the next room. Without another thought she vanished from the floor and appeared directly behind him, but just as soon as she had appeared, her arm found itself in his hands tight painful grasp.

She refused to acknowledge the pain and instead hissed in outrage. Cool golden eyes, full of malice filled her vision as she felt his sharp claws pierce into her skin. "Learn your place bitch," he snarled before he flung her across the room. Her breath stole from her as her back met the wall. As she slumped to the floor she felt her body become paralyzed, her spine surely broken. Unable to move she was left to herself as Sesshomaru, Lord of all youkai, cleaned himself off from the night's previous activities and prepared himself for the coming day. He left her chambers without another glance or word to her direction. It wasn't until nearly a day later that her servants found her enraged yet helpless to move. They transported her outside of Sesshomaru's land, on his strict orders to never help the bitches that had run out of their uses.

It was a normal occurrence in Sesshomaru's household, a routine his staff was well acquainted with. Lord Sesshomaru ruled his castle with an iron fist, his land and territory was no different. He was often found patrolling his land, where there was rarely any danger. Humans did not exist in the Western lands, at least not for long. It was a time of harsh realities and war between youkai and humans, a war that was rapidly approaching a conclusion.

"Lord Sesshomaru?"

The youkai lord stood, his back straight on his terrace overlooking the treetops that covered his land. His face did not register his servant; instead he kept on gazing, discontent radiating from his lean frame. The dreams came back to him. What did they all mean? Kagura waited patiently, for fear of her lord's wrath. She listened to the quiet of the place. If it weren't for his presence she would dare say the place was at peace, but Lord Sesshomaru was never at peace. Her breath was the only sound she could hear for miles.

"Kagura."

Her head stayed bowed as she relayed her message.

"It is time my lord."

Although she couldn't see it, she felt his nod. And then he was gone.

She waited a few heartbeats before standing up. Off to the far east she could see a slight disturbance in the wind. It begins.

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A/N: And there ends the prologue.

-Mochi