Halloween Kill-Off Challenge - n0t_again
He remembered… it had started of as a small, back-water of a village.
Empires came and went.
Before he had time to register the crawling pace of the years over the dry ground, that same little shanty-town was giving its name to an age.
Empires were restored, came and went again.
He remained.
He tried to do the honorable thing and best all who crossed his path with strength and grace, succeeding without mercy or change.
The water of the centuries flowed by him, eroding away nothing at all.
Now, as he looked down on the myriad lights and steel configurations of Tokyo, the Inu no Taisho’s eldest brooded on his fate. Like uncountable times before, Sesshoumaru took a slow deep breath and held it.
The gods were cruel and continued their silent, relentless punishment for all his sins - he would continue to be, vaster than empires and more slow.
Aerial lights upon the tops of modern concrete towers blinked slowly; red… white… red… white. A minute passed.
The minuscule dust motes, blown in infinitesimal eddies by his penthouse’s air conditioning, swirled in his undimmed yellow eyes as he watched them. Five minutes passed in this way.
Red… white… blink… blink…
His immortal eyes… blink… blink
A half and hour passed. Sesshoumaru had given up hope centuries before, but sometimes the smallest yearning cinder would smolder, leap high in his marble heart, quiver and then when the world continued to grind on in its ceaseless orbits, die.
He did not. He could not.
He let his forehead touch the cool glass window of his aerie and slowly, blew out his deathless and bitter breath. Fine silver dust frosted the thick tinted glass in the shape of his perfect brow.
He could not die, but he could rust. Sesshoumaru; ageless, immortal, wisest, fairest could not ever know the rest of death. He would turn to dust… in another few millennia, he would turn to dust.
He could only hope… and brushed the fine powder from his window.