Castle Town huh? This should be interesting. Dogura sailed through the shadows under the dimly lit streets. He finally found the address, and slipped inside the small house. Pat Oswald... He recalled the name as he searched for the man. Inside, the house was neatly kept. He propelled himself into the kitchen where the death was supposed to take place. Dogura found a woman making dinner in the kitchen, and decided to check the house to find the man. As he checked each room, he found a man, presumably her husband, reading a book in the bedroom. With this confirmed, he returned to the kitchen, where he watched the woman cut the Cucco down the center into equal halves.

So... Death by choking huh? How boring... Dogura thought as he yawned.

Suddenly, the woman turned and walked towards the bedroom. She looked through the cracked door, and saw her husband reading. Quickly, she returned to the kitchen, and dug a vial out of the cabinet. Dogura's eyes zoomed in on the vial; it was filled halfway with a purple liquid. She turned her head over her shoulder, and poured some of the fluid into one of the pieces of chicken. Dogura smiled and rubbed his hands together. Oh-ho! Poisoning her husband! This suddenly got far more interesting. She put each plate on the table, and put a fork into each piece of chicken. She threw a little salt over her chicken and a little pepper over his. She put a hand over her mouth trying to contain her laughter. Dogura shook his head and smiled. Wonder why she'd want to off her husband... He thought.

"DINNER!" She called out to Pat, who got up off the bed and appeared into the kitchen. He was a large man- he didn't miss a meal often. Maybe she'd fallen in love with someone else, and didn't want to be with him anymore. No reason to kill a man, but women were crazy sometimes. The woman exited the kitchen, unable to contain her laughter. "I'll be right back!" She turned the corner and silently laughed to herself. The man picked up his plate and sat down to eat. "This looks delicious!" He called out to her as she returned to kitchen. "Eat up, hubby!" She smiled and picked up her plate. She sat down and started eating with him- her eyes never left him as she waited for him to topple over. Images of her fat husband's eyes bugging out of his head flooded her mind as she watched him eat bite after bite. She ate her food quietly, waiting for the poison to kick in at any moment.

Suddenly- it began to happen. Dogura watched as the man stopped eating. His eyes widened as he looked down at his chicken. Suddenly she burst out laughing. She stood up, knocking her chair over and pointed at him as he put a hand over his chest. He looked up at her with disbelief in his eyes, and then did the unexpected-

He smiled.

"Honey! Did you... Did you put salt on my Cucco? You haven't seasoned my food in years!" He smiled warmly at her. "I can't believe you'd surprise me like that..." She suddenly turned pale, and looked down at her food.

Pepper.

She grabbed her throat, suddenly feeling the pain surge through her. Dogura's eyes opened in surprise as she gurgled up blood, and fell dead on the floor. It must have been when she left the room to laugh! He flashed back to her laughing to herself in the next room. She must have grabbed the wrong plate in her excitement! Now this was certainly the most interesting reaping he'd been assigned to. "Pat?! Pat, what's wrong?!" He got up and moved over to her quickly. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Patricia, answer me!!" Dogura smiled widely. Pat Oswald! It wasn't pat as in Patrick, it was pat as in Patricia!!

"HELP! HELP!!!" The man cried out as he ran out of the house to fetch a doctor. Dogura rose up out of the shadows and knelt down next to her. "Well it's clear why you're going to hell." He stated as he reached into her body, and removed her soul. With a quick squeeze, it was gone. "Unbelievable. Hope you rot." He commented as he quickly sunk back into the floor. The man returned with two guards and a cleric. Upon arriving, the cleric dropped his arms. "Patricia..." He stated as he knelt down next to her. "You didn't have to kill him for our love to flourish... I told you not to do it... How careless..." Dogura's eyes widened in more disbelief. It was the cleric?! He was the man she wanted to marry? This was all too good. The samurai hurriedly exited the house, a wild smile on his face.

Shiro just had to hear this.

A dark essence pulsated outwards.

The Sheikah followed it with his mind, watching it depart. Within the homestead it had emerged from, he heard naught but cries for the dead. He turned and walked into the shadows; there was nothing he could do within those walls. The aura of darkness, however, could well lead him to understand exactly what he had felt.

The aura of that demon. And the aura of a friend.

Intertwined in a way that sickened him . . . for it reminded him too much of himself.

'Dogura . . . what have you done?'