Demons Eyes

Chapter 87

The others flinched and covered their ears as the unearthly sound echoed through the clearing, but Sesshomaru could not look away.

Her eyes glowed ruby, and her hair changed color, bleeding from the roots, becoming a pale yellow, similar to dead bones. As Noro screamed, her jaw stretched almost to the breaking point as her teeth elongated into fangs, and her body tensed, flipping her onto her hands and knees. Her hands dug viciously into the earth as her fingers grew into claws.

The woman's skin paled, and marks like tears of blood appeared on her skin. Then, she glanced up at the demon lord, and he saw no recognition in her gaze. Just instinctive fear.

With a howl, Noro gathered her yokai around herself and transformed, a large, pale yellow dog bursting into existence, all fang and claw. It leapt towards Sesshomaru, shoving him out of the way as it bounded upwards, disappearing into the clouds.

As he watched her disappear, his mind struggled to make sense of what his inner demon was telling him.

'She is... a yokai?'

'Not just a yokai. She is inu, like us.'

But before he could even guess as to how, his brother interfered.

"Just what the hell was that Sesshomaru," his brother stomped forward, gesturing with his sword. "What the hell did you do to Noro!"

"I did nothing."

His half brother got into his face, angrily yelling at him. He'd find it annoying if he weren't still in shock about Noro. But as it was, he had seen the look in her eyes. She was not in control of herself. If the woman was not stopped, she could cause much damage. He would have to stop her.

"Enough." He shoved his brother away. He would get to the bottom of this strange twist of fate, but the mystery would have to wait. Noro was not in her right mind. She needed to be captured before she caused damage to herself or others.

"Stay with them," he told his brother, and leapt into the air.

As he chased after Noros' demonic scent, his thoughts raced. This was a first transformation, something that was usually done during adolescence, in the safety and privacy of the home, among packmates. The demon inside could be difficult to handle, so it was a common practice to keep them among familiar surroundings, preferably with a parent or elder nearby to pacify them should they fail to gain control. But Noro had no such upbringing, and with such a violent change...

The dai-yokai remembered coming across a skulk of foxes one morning, early on in their travels together. The entire pack had been ripped apart in a deadly display of hatred and ferocity. He knew that Noro had been there; that it had been her that had caused such devastation. And that had been her curse as a human. Now, he had a dark suspicion that if she was not quelled now, many more might die.

He spotted her ahead, a pale shape climbing the clouds, lithe and swift, manic and frenzied. She was a pale yellow, like the color of dry bones, and marks like streaks of blood marred her snout. A train of fur flowed over her shoulder and back, and her long tail streamed in the wind. As she roared, howling at the crescent moon, Sesshomaru felt his own demon stir.

'She is glorious.'

'She is uncontrolled.'

'She is inexperienced. To her, this is a curse. We will teach her.'

'Yes.'

He transformed, and when he did, he caught the attention of the demoness. Snarling, he divebombed her, and she snapped her teeth at him, twisting out of the way. She would not go down easily.