Sanzo announced his presence with a click of the hammer of his revolver. Disgusting. It stank of foul magic and blood, a beacon for him to intrude, as far as he was concerned. As for who was at the center of it- that wasn't someone he suspected but he didn't care. Anyone could turn into a crazy fuck when you weren't watching them.

"Pathetic." That wasn't usually the word one would go for someone eating the heart out of still warm body. Sanzo had seen enough weird shit for it to apply.