<span style="font-style: italic">"In this world, there is no place for demons." A deeply tranquil, yet cold, authoritative voice, echoing between the rumbles of the thunder, spoke, "But you will not regret your demise." He wiped the blood, in a few thin streams flowing down the white skin of his cheek, outstretching his hands, clenched around the white tsuka of a beautiful katana. "I will not give you the time to do so." <br/>He thrust the blade into the ground, stabbing a large portion of the sword in.<br/><br/>A sudden surge of power, spilling seemingly out of nowhere, lit his figure with white, for a moment illuminating everything in bright light, and the ground rippled like still water, to tear apart, break, open up for thick strands of light to spring out, twisting and turning into the form of a white sakura, blossoming in a mere moment into its full, radiant beauty. The blossoms opened up, glowing with faint white shine, to scatter, as if fading, coating his figure. They sled down the folds of his haori, softly descending onto the ground, to arose again, like whips of light following his arm that pointed them at the darkness.<br/>And they tore it to pieces. Surprisingly violently for the beauty they possessed, they pierced the blackness, shearing it to little pieces and letting it fall into nothing but ash, slashing and tying around it till there was nothing left.<br/><br/>And the light slowly, softly faded. His job was done. <br/>Somewhere in the background, the light of a flashing bolt of lightning illuminated his figure in white once more, but this time kneeling on the ground, emptily gazing at the skies. <br/>He failed. <br/>Why couldn't he be strong enough? Why?<br/>Such a disgrace... A shameful son!<br/>A single hot tear welled out of his eye.</span><br/><br/>"Whatever is necessary." Hisaki replied coldly to Arius' request, bowing his head, eyes shadowed by his thick black eyelashes. His hair was let down today, freely cascading down onto his simple black keikogi, just a few strands falling into his face. Even in his most natural stance, without expressing the true essence of his person, it wouldn't take a careful eye much to see what was underneath the human-like guise. A presence almost suffocating in its full power, which was so typical for him, was held under the iron cuffs of his willpower and determination, but for a simple human, Hisaki was too noble, too elegant, too ethereal.<br/><br/>It was true that he knew these lands well... His house has inhabited them for ages. But the self-same moment Arius finished speaking, and a moment of silence reigned over them, he felt the tremors of the earth underneath his feet, and his eyes widened a little. If he couldn't recognize this very presence, suddenly filling the air and pressing down on everyone, he wouldn't dare bear the name of the Third White Blossom of the Adachi house! It was a demon.<br/><br/>But he knew nothing of things such as fear, despair, or panic. He retained his tranquility even now, stepping forth. "This dark presence is one of a demon." he spoke quietly, his voice not changing in tone ever now.