True Demon

      There it was once again– that dismissive superiority, even if he acknowledged that he had no way of dealing with her. It was a little disappointing really. She’d hoped he was smarter than that. Really though, it matters little. It isn’t as if she plans on making friends with him, or something equally absurd. So long as she can count on him when she may or may not need him, she should be fine. In theory, at least. There’s still plenty to this Master and Servant situation that she has to figure out the details of. Until then, however, there is still him to deal with.            “So I shall.”            Sooner or later, he would come to regret allowing her the liberty of choosing– but for the moment, she figured she had made her point well enough. Instead of pressing further, she crosses one leg over the other, dress dragging through the air, a black and green pendulum in the light breeze. 

          “Then– we should locate our… accommodations. I don’t need sleep, but you likely might, Master.” Her tone is soft and to the point, and it’s obvious she doesn’t really intend to argue the fact. “Then maybe you’ll tell me what you are.”            Because whatever it is, it’s certainly not human; even she can tell that much.

For the most part, he allowed the Servant to continue speaking without offering a single response. The silver haired demon had never been one for conversation, unless he felt as though he had something to say. Thankfully, he had gotten used to being around talkative company, so he could tolerate her better than most would assume he could.

Rest was unnecessary for him. Unless he was quite literally rendered unconscious, Sesshomaru saw the action of resting as little more than a waste of time. There were far too many questions he harbored about this place and it warranted looking into. However, perhaps finding their lodgings would make her want to stay there while he went off on his own. The triplicata in his hand aided him in that regard. As useless as he perceived it to be, it was still something he couldn’t do without.

“..“

Before long, her bombardment of words finally broke through to him. Ignoring her was unlikely to make her fall silent at this point. At the very least he could bring himself to answer one simple thing for now.

      While the acquiescence is unexpected, the fact that her so-called ‘Master’ isn’t someone who will refute the truth of a matter until the end comes as a relief. It’s one less thing she has to concern herself with when it comes to the multitude of issues this pocket of reality encompasses. Lifting her heel, she settles herself into a careful hover once more. A wave of her hand begins, but is aborted at the last moment, and she instead offers it downward to him, dark brows lifting marginally higher.           “I am Handmaid; you may call me Caster if you prefer, it makes little difference to me.”            Her tone shows no sign of deference or appreciation; only simple resignation to their current fate. She doesn’t like it, not in the slightest, but she doubts that simply allowing herself to die will at all help her get back to the blissful rest of not being. 

          “I will be at your side for whatever we are intended to do, but make no mistake, Master– you only command me as far as I see fit. Try not to be a fucking disappointment and we will be fine.” Her fingers curl in invitation for him to take them, so that she may haul him to his feet. “What other name do I call you? If you don’t provide one, I will make one up.”

His eyes chanced upon her own, her gaze seemingly devoid of any signs of life. Though it was clear she was ‘alive’ in some sense, those were the eyes of one who viewed the world different from those who led what could be described as a ‘normal life’. One could only imagine what horrible events could have bred such a monstrous being. However, he himself cared little to find out. Why he allowed his thoughts to drift to such things was beyond him.

He disregarded the hand before him and stood on his own power. He did not desire such a gesture, though it was clear that she wasn’t doing it out of the goodness of her heart either. They both found themselves in a situation where they needed to depend on one another, though neither was ecstatic about that fact. Nonetheless, she made more of an effort to embrace it than he seemed to be. Which only served to further put his stubbornness on display.

“.. Do as you please, Caster.“

      A sigh leaves her, watching the approaching claws with a slow blink, her irritation with the situation in its entirety beginning to peak.            “I’m too fucking old for this…”            Proving herself to anyone has never been high on her list of priorities; but if doing so now means this idiot understands that he can’t simply do as he pleases, then fine. Not that she cares, in the long run, whether either of them live or die– but if she has to live again, then she’s going to take the opportunity to seek out those responsible and inform them why that was a bad decision to make.            And she can’t do that without him.   

          Time accelerates as she steps into and past the lunge, catching his forearm against her own. Then she turns, yanks the arm over her shoulder, and allows time to resume its normal path, slamming him down onto the earth and then setting a heel against his chest, pressing the entirety of him down with her psionics.            “Proof enough?”

It happened far too quickly. So quickly that his eyes could barely even follow her movements. But of course he couldn’t. This was the fundamental law of this world at work. Servants stood at the very top of the food chain, so to speak. They were the apex. And a mere master could not even begin to compare. It would take nothing short of a god or a devil to truly topple them. Or, at the very least, a being that existed outside of the realm of reason, much like themselves.

This frustrated Sesshomaru. However, he was no fool. Unlike that hard-headed brother of his, he knew when a situation had turned dire for him. Even if he wished to, there was nothing he could do to retaliate. And though he still refused to acknowledge that he was defenseless without her, he would at least acknowledge that she was stronger than he was.

      There is a distinct sensation of disdain in that gaze that hits her like a frigate when those golden eyes land on her. Summarily reinforced by the dismissive words and unpleasant attitude, Handmaid is reminded suddenly and starkly of the good Doc. Really, she can’t say she likes the type of attitude any more now than she did as a girl. Though she is beyond tantrums and attempts at murder (for now at least) at being on the receiving end of such a person’s dismissal, she still cannot simply leave it be. If she’s going to be forced to be tethered to this person for however long and for whatever reason, she’s ot just going to let that stand.             So she simply stares, blank-faced, then murmurs, in utter irritation, “fuck me, not another one.”           Easy as Sesshomaru’s contempt comes, so does Handmaid’s, eyes blinking separately from each other as she stares him down, lips turning down as she takes a breath. Horrorterrors, but she hates stuck up people.  

          “Listen, furball– I am not any happier about this than you; but if you want to die, then I am not going to stop you,” she states flatly. “Before you dismiss me outright, however, it would be in your best interests to understand your own limitations. Tell me: do you think you could put me on my ass if I came at you? Because I will tell you now, if your answer is ‘yes’, then you are as wrong as you are idiotic.” 

“You believe that I require your aid?“

The demon already stood poised to walk away from the other and leave them to their own devices. One would think she would have jumped at the chance to do as she pleased. However, she seemed utterly dissatisfied with the fact. Which could only mean that there was some aspect to this ‘Master’ and ‘Servant’ pact that would negatively effect the Servant if they were to be without their Master.

Then, was the reverse also true? Did that mean that he truly was vulnerable without her? The mere thought made his eyes narrow in frustration and disgust. He may have had followers, but they did so on their own whims, whether he wanted them there or not. Moreover, he did not depend on them. He depended only on his own strength. To insinuate that he was so helpless on his own..

“Hmph. Interesting. If that is what you believe-“

“Then prove it to me.“

“WHAAAAAAAAT?!” Phoenix jumps behind as this weird looking guy, wearing what looks like a ferret on his shoulder, suddenly challenges him to a fight out of the blue.

“H-How about no? I did nothing to you and we aren’t supposed to fight anyway. Just go punch a bag if you’re angry at something.”

This man was a buffoon. There was no other way to describe him. His posture was full of openings and his words reek of cowardice. Someone like this held more power than him? No, he must have been imagining it. Still..

“I have no patience for your cowardice. You will fight.. Or die.“

For a moment, Sesshomaru was curious as to where this overwhelming sense of power emanated from. To see that the source was such a dull looking human.. It not only baffled the demon, but infuriated him as well. Someone like this.. was more powerful than him?

“Hmph. I can’t say I enjoy being around all of these humans.. At the very least they know to keep their distance.“

Can be really mean but he can be good sometimes too

A demon doge with poison nails

Not very sociable

Tends to hang out with very short people

He is beautiful

So beautiful???

Look at how beautiful he is I can’t stand it