THERE WAS A PRICE TO BE PAID. For this, for walking this path, for fighting demons, but it was for him to pay it, not for Genya! His body has been destroyed, from all the battles he has been in, but for Genya, there was still a chance, for .. a normal life.
He was fully planning to chew this little shit out, spit him onto the floor, step on him a few times, pick his ass back up and chew him out all over again for his stupidity. “Yes, so I heard, you looked in every other fucking direction, except for the most obvious one!” To just, fucking ask him! He would have taught him, everything if he had just fucking asked instead of sneaking behind his back. “You want to be the best, you should have come to the best!”
Who else knew Genya better than him! He could have trained him, he could have given him the tools and secrets that he needed, but here he was, tip-toeing around him and going to every other slayer, except for him, and that pissed him off even more, that others have trained him, behind his back, knowing how he felt, about this. If they wanted their siblings to fight and die at there side, that was on them, for him, no. A brotherly duo fighting demons, seemed foolish.
It was time to see then, what this was before him.
A demon or a human, he wished to know before he made his choice. He was not soft, weak, like the others. He would do, what needed to be done, no matter how much it hurt, all that was before him, was a demon in his eyes, Genya .. what the fuck has he done to himself to try and gain power.
He just held his arm out, turned it over, letting the blood glisten under the moon light. All demons where the same, they could not deny the urges within themselves. He always got them, in the end, no matter how well they buried themselves, how perfect their bullshit disguises where, when this was offered to them, they revealed themselves for what they truly are.
If this demon came anywhere close to him, reached out he would let him have his fill, he would let him take just a taste and allow his blood to fuck him up every single way possible before he removed the head, kindness to demons, was a mercy he was no in the line of work to gifting them, he wished for them to die, always, even if it cost him a little bit of blood to make such a thing possible, then so be it.
A small movement as he splashed it on the ground, he has seen demons rush onto there hands and knees, licking it up like dogs, giving him all the time he needed to behead them as he just widened his eyes and waited for it to happen. To his shock .. nothing.
The fucker didn’t go for it.
He merely placed his sword away and approached and reached out, fingers clamping down on Genya face and jilting his head backwards a little it, turning his head, side to side for the moment as he looked him over, pushing down hard on his cheeks, to pop his mouth open as he leaned closer to look at those shark fangs that rested within his mouth before he just let his fingers free from his face, pushed the palm of his hand into his face to shove him back a little.
Not before grabbing his hand and turning it over to look at his fingers, those claws. As his eye twitched a little bit. His little brother, reduced to this .. thing that was before him. For what, to become a fucking slayer, to fight, why? The fuck was he trying to prove with this damage to himself, as he snatched his hand away from him and stepped back, he was beyond, fucking pissed. The hit list in his head of people who where going to get fucked up, was just growing and growing with each passing moment.
“You ought to know better Genya .. this is .. wrong. I cannot approve and I cannot accept, this.”