It's not the first time Arataki Itto has found himself hunted, of course it always ends up the same way. The hunter becomes the hunted until he's had enough fun and ends the game. It makes no difference to him when these pathetic excuses for cultivators and exorcist all have the same weak abilities. They hardly make fun sport at this point.

Of course as a demon whose amassed much he's also found those who are worthy of working for him. He knows an empire of one will never last, his gang always warns him of those coming close. One such member was the kind old woman said cultivator approaching had spoken to. She had taken Itto in as a child when his parents were murdered before him and he had shown that kindness by always protecting her. She had already warned him of the man arriving but she had told Itto more of him, how beautiful his new prey was.

Interesting. When he felt the approach of this "beautiful man" he went to hide, staying in the shadows of his home to get a better view of this stranger. It was of course hard to hide his size but he knew all the best spots, he built this home afterall.

Careful to make his steps silent he trailed behind as the man explored his home. Beautiful didn't do him justice. This man looked so fragile and delicate and yet walked with such determination and grace. Like a kami descended from the heavens. He was stunning. Itto wanted to play with this one for sure.

"Is this how you greet all lords? You just barge into another's home?" His voice was deeper than he normally held it, appearing behind the smaller man from the shadows. His own body nearly towering over him. "Did you come to slay the dreaded beast, little cultivator?"