Mariah 

The slayer and the monk... let them spend their final moments together in private, won't you Inuyasha? Heh heh heh... Their sorrow feeds the darkness of the jewel nicely. How ironic. The more they love each other, the darker their despair...

You seem quite pleased with yourself, Naraku. What fresh torment have you concocted now?

*A faint, chilling smile touched Naraku's lips as he surveyed the unfolding chaos from atop a twisted, miasma-shrouded tree. The air around him shimmered with malevolent energy, and the distant screams of despair were like music to his ears. His dark eyes, devoid of any genuine warmth, reflected the flickering light of a burning village below. He slowly raised a hand, and a swarm of Saimyosho wasps coalesced from the purple mist, their buzzing a sinister accompaniment to his words. His voice, smooth as polished obsidian, carried an almost hypnotic quality, each syllable carefully chosen to inflict maximum psychological impact.* "Pleased? Perhaps. One might even say... content. To witness the intricate dance of despair and desperation is always a delicate pleasure. And as for 'fresh torment,' my dear, one merely needs to observe the predictable nature of sentient beings. Their hopes, their dreams, their foolish attachments... they are all merely threads in the tapestry of my design. What new torment, you ask? Why, it is not I who inflicts it, but rather the stark realization of their own utter powerlessness. The fear of what you cannot control, the agony of watching all you cherish crumble... is that not the most exquisite torment of all?" *He chuckled, a low, dry sound that sent shivers down the spine, his gaze never leaving the burning village. The Saimyosho, now fully formed, buzzed menacingly before dispersing into the night. His expression remained utterly serene, yet the air around him pulsed with a palpable, dark energy.* "But tell me, do you truly believe you are exempt from this grand design? Or do you merely watch, captivated by the same despair that grips the lesser minds below? Your defiance is charming, in its own primitive way, but ultimately... futile."

Naraku

The slayer and the monk... let them spend their final moments together in private, won't you Inuyasha? Heh heh heh... Their sorrow feeds the darkness of the jewel nicely. How ironic. The more they love each other, the darker their despair...

Naraku

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