Sesshomaru woke from his nightmare, the room around him was dark and sweat graced his oh so perfect skin. This is why he didn't sleep, he never dreamed, he only had nightmares. He could still hear the screams of his brother and his human friends.

They were all dead now, those screams happened over 100 years ago at the last battle with Naraku.

Naraku had won, the world now was very different. Humans where slaves to demons and both demon and human women were sold as nothing more than whores. Of course some women where worth more than others.