Prologue

Her eyes were wide with terror as the last blow to Inuyasha was placed. She watched as the large bloodshot green eyes reverted back to clear, painful amber. This moment marked the beginning of her solitude. And with Inuyasha's claws deeply embedded in Naraku's gut, and heart, the blood of him would surely seep out before she could move and have her revenge. The battle had ended in a bitter stalemate.
Sango watched, as the painful amber eyes of Inuyasha slowly became eased then painless then blank. She scanned over the scene before her. Kagome lay a couple yards away from Inuyasha, her bow just above her head. In her arms was a truly unsettling sight. Shippou had jumped between Kagome and one of Naraku's attacks, a large spike, one of Naraku's appendages, had been aimed at her and was lodged in Shippou's small stomach. What was truly sad about it was that Shippou hadn't even slowed down the spike and after it pierced through him it drilled through Kagome, square in the heart.
Kirara was wrapped around the base of a tree, her spine cracked and bent awkwardly as it hugged her to the tree. Her paws were sprawled out and her tails were down where they would never get up and wag again. Sango's lifelong companion was dead and as if matters couldn't get worse... her first love was dead too. Miroku's head was well out of alignment with his spine, twisted from a cheap blow delivered by Naraku. His eyes were still open and the violet, though not literally, was giving way to dark blackness.
None of him seemed to remain. No playfulness, masculinity, bravery or even lechery. None of it was there! This was not the person she loved, just an empty shell. But still, she reached for him all the same, if even just to close his eyes so his soul did not have to see the carnage his friends now lived. But he was too far away from where she lay, stunned and scared. All of the loses finally raised to her mind and dropped to her heart. Her muscles tensed, her limbs began to shake. She tried to get up, to run away to another life where Inuyasha would argue with Shippou and get 'sat' by Kagome. Where Kirara would ride on her shoulder obediently and aid her in combat. Where Miroku would make a pass on her rear. Even just one more time...
But her legs gave out from under her and she fell, tears streaming down her cheeks. If she wasn't numb with emotion she would feel the salt irritate a cut on her face, her sides scream, and burn with an open wound that had gravel roughly pushed into it from her fall. She would feel the bruises that throbbed with the sobs that wracked her body and the miasma that was slowly killing her insides.
Sango cried herself into a fitful sleep there on the ground. Never once did it cross her mind that the demons of the western lands would come upon her and eat her.
Or maybe she just didn't care...
Slowly the sun sank behind the mountains. As the stars peeked through the darkness Sango could feel her pain in her sleep. As she rolled on one side she saw demons biting at her in her nightmares. As she tried to whack them away she saw more demons try to pull her into their lairs. As her heart pounded she saw even more demons and one in particular with long silver hair and majestic markings mixed up in the ruble. She couldn't see what he was doing or why he stuck out the most but one thing remained clear in her mind...
Demons were bad. All of them were bad. Shippou and Inuyasha didn't even enter her mind; it was all she knew now. She barely even knew herself, besides the fact that she was a young woman named Sango and was a demon slayer. She was born to slay demons.
All demons are bad...