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[@Digmata][@JrVader][@13org]
Location: Rooftop Battle, Contest of the "Strongest" -->transitioning into Daikaku Shrine

Kokushibo's voice cut's like cold steel through the enflamed mind of the Demon King. Scattering the latter's fury to the four winds, leaving only the scalding realization that He... had failed.
[i]Impossible![/i] The bitter taste of shame singeing itself into his mind for he had utterly and shamefully lost composure there, how was this behavior worthy of a lord? Hardly a peasant at that and for what? being insulted by a human? a species of sentient cattle no more. 
ARRGGGGGHHHHHHHH. Ohhhhh how frustrating, how humiliating...
Had he fought with rationality and splendor worthy of a proper monarch the situation might have been salvageable now lord ancestor had to get [i]that[/i]man to clean up [i]his[/i] mess. 
Worse, he has been relegated to the most menial of tasks, to kill the humans which had dared intrude upon Lord Ninth Heaven's grand design, a task any consort could have handled, no worse, a task only fit for a beast. 
His thoughts wove on and on as he continued fighting, a monk came through, buzzing nonsense into his ears like a noxious fly before joining the fray.

Ryshu fought on and on, wielding his blood demon arts with devastating skill but he was getting overwhelmed ,slowly but surely. Wounds accumulated upon his flesh, cuts where harder to heal as he mended a dozen in a moment while equally many struck his body. Until the blood moon bellowed:
[color=ed145b]ENOUGH!!![/color]
Banishing the spiral of despair from his mind, replacing it with newfound determination. 
With a cracking of flesh, the out of control demonic aura was rescinded as he ceased his maddened assault. With a wave he scattered a handful of roses at the gathered slayers, releasing pink mist shrouding the entire floor before disengaging from the fight. 
This canvas was getting too crowded, too many colors made only distasteful blacks and greys, thus it needed change. 

With a singular leap the demon king left the rooftop towards daikaku shrine, shattering his legs as he impacted the ground but it didn't bother the lord. His failure shall stay with him for all time, now carnage was all that was left, carnage and slaughter. If his lord wanted a beast, then a beast he will get. 

He shall fight befitting of the greatest of beasts, He will trade limb for limb, flesh for flesh, head for head against those who seek to oppose the master. Thought Ryoshu as he strode into Daikaku Shrine.
The nichirin steel construction burning his cells away continuously, surrounding a demon king in a strange mist. 

Taking advantage of slight time his actions bought him before the slayers caught up, the demon king moved like the tempest across daikaku, seeking the blue spider lily groves according to the moon Hashira's stolen memories. Slaughtering any in his path.