(A/N): Hey there! It's me again. I've gotten some more reviews and I see your point! So in the next chapters I'm going to be more diligent with my grammar, spelling, spacing etc. I'm just new and have a certain style of writing. But I do need to adapt to the normal Fanfiction style, so in this chapter I tried. Here is chapter six!

Chapter 6: Encounters

The jingle of keys woke her. Rusty metal grated loudly in old-fashioned locks and bolts were slid back with simultaneous thuds. The door creaked open. In the far corner Kela shaded her sensitive eyes against the abrupt glare of torchlight that filled the room. Squinting she tried to make out the shadow like figures that were now filing in through he doorway ominously. But her sight was blurry and full of flickering light spots.

The blacked cloaked demons advanced on her their arms out-stretched and ready to latch onto her. She tried to scoot away but the room spun and dipped making her dizzy and nauseous.

Cold clammy hands gripped her arms and legs like vices. She closed her eyes and struggled trying to ignore the chills that ran up her spine. However her efforts proved useless in the end. All her energy was used up. She felt weak and vulnerable, and that scared her more than anything.

As she fought she managed to hit a few of them in painful places but they're only reactions were to hiss and hold on tighter. They squeezed her limbs hard until they subsequently cut off the circulation to her hands and feet.

Lifting her up they managed to haul her forcefully out of the cell and down a dimly lit passageway, and past other vacant rat infested cells. They continued on and up a cramped spiral staircase.

Soon she lost track of how long they traveled. The many twists and turns caused her head to spin. So her focus was mainly concentrated on the creatures that carried her and how she could possibly make their trip as complicated, tedious, unpleasant and painful as possible.

Sooner than she'd hoped they stopped in front of a set of interracially carved, jewel encrusted doors. As they approached the doors opened, gliding inward soundlessly .

As they entered the room beyond the doors, Kela began to struggle violently again with renewed panic. As she did the minions that held her lost their balance and stumbled. In the process of trying to catch themselves some dropped her.

She fell slamming into the polished stone floor hard. The impact forced the air from her lungs. Gasping she rolled onto her stomach trying to regain it. She looked towards the doors desperately as they closed with and echoing thud, knowing that she didn't have the strength to reach them. None the less she tried to crawl towards them on her hands and knees.

Before she could reach them however, a wall of glittering green light blocked her. Later she would curse the brief absence of her common sense, for she reached out and placed her palms on it.

It burned! Jerking her hands away with a strangled yelp she turned them over and cradling them against her body. Blood dripped on the white marble floor forming a small crimson pool.

Someone chuckled softly behind her. Lifting her head she turned towards the sound. Her eyes traveled to a raised stone platform in the center of the floor. Looking up she glared at the lanky man. He sat sprawled in a stately high back chair, something like what lords would lounge in during the middle ages. It, like the rest of the antechamber, was highly polished and decorated with red and orange gems.

The man wore his greasy black hair short and neatly combed. His skin was ghostly pale like someone who seldom went outside. His yellow eyes had a bored expression like someone with a lot of time on his hands. His clothes were a shade of gaudy eye smarting purple, with a variety of different color gems sewn onto the fabric. Everywhere he glowed radiantly, the torchlight bouncing off his jewel bedecked persona. They were flowy and had a high neck that went almost all the way up to his ears. Which by the way were pointed and stuck out at sharp angles.

He deftly flicked his hands towards the doors and the wall of light vanished. The cloaked demons bowed to him and quickly filed out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Kela stared abhorly up at reprehensible kidnapper as he turned his attention back to her.

"So my squalid girl," he said in a seemingly benevolent voice, "I have reached the pinnacle of my patients with you, but I'm in the processes of amending that!"

Kela's only response was to yawn and glare tiredly up at him.

"Come now! Such animosity! Really!" he said turning his inattentive eyes onto the tray of food next to him, and picking through it with his fingers. "Admittedly I should commend your stubborn indifference; it shows your ardent independence…like all cats that way I suppose. Though that is no excuse for your turbulent behavior, which is most unbecoming on your part…"

Kela rolled her eyes. Is he going to ramble on like this forever?! Glancing down she quickly examined her bleeding hand. Dam these burns on my hands really hurt! ... ... God he's boring……Idiot…… Just block him out…Ok that's not working…Yes! Yes! Fascinating! …………Is he done? She though hopefully. …….Nope! He's still going……

Sighing she looked around the room. There were brightly colored wall hangings on the walls (A/N: obviously) and some old looking porcelain vases a table loaded with parchment. Also on the walls hung old-fashioned weapons like broad swords and maces etc. all highly polished and covered with precious gems. The most of the floor was covered with expensive looking rugs.

There was also some old cathedral like windows that lacked glass. She could hear the ocean outside. From where she sat she could also see trees. They rustled with a forceful breeze and she sighed with longing. She wanted her winds back they were her friends and she missed the way the circled around her and whispered their silent secrets into her ears.

With a befret sigh she looked away, but nothing else really interesting in the room. Wait there was something! On the far side of the room there was an iron seal of some kind engraved upon it were more of the runes she could not decipher. Next to that there was an alter made of stone with what looked to be old blood on it.

Turning back to the lazy and talkative demon she was met with appraising yellow eyes.

"Oh good you've finally stopped!" She remarked dryly. "Is there a particular reason why I'm here?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but she beat him to it.

"Besides the obvious. I really don't want to spend anymore time than entirely needful, listening to a pompous bastard who makes an effort to sound like a dictionary, just to make it seem like he can speak with a speck of intelligence." she watched amused as he gapped stupidly for a few moments before turning red with rage.

"You insolent wench!" he screeched. "Do you have any idea who you are talking to?"

"You mean besides a complete lack wit?"

He was now shaking with suppressed rage; a vein in his temple pulsed violently.

Oh even better! Maybe if I make him mad enough his big fat head will explode...or...he could just kill me. Yes yes really smart Kela now he's probably going to kill you and you don't have the strength to fight. "Great!" she muttered under her breath.

The demon stood up quickly and pointed a shaking finger at Kela who watched it apprehensively.

"You are my prisoner! You will treat me with respect! I will not tolerate your disrespectful behavior."

Suddenly he turned and pointed to one of the old looking vases. There was a sudden flash of green light followed by a large booming explosion. The force knocked Kela to the floor.

Kela clutched her sensitive ears; the hair on the back of her neck stood vertically and her tail whipped around anxiously. As the sound of the boom dissipated Kela warily looked up.

He was looking down at her sneering. "Almost blew you up too." he sneered cockily as h sank back into his chair.

"So to answer your question, yes there is a reason why you are here. You are here presently to begin the purification ceremony."

"Ceremony? And that would be?"

"The purification ceremony is a sacred rite that must be done before we perform the spell. So!" He said getting to his feet and walking towards her. "Let us begin shall we?"

After a few paces he stopped in front of her. "Stay still!" he said in mock cheerfulness.

Reaching out he placed a finger on her forehead and muttered a foreign word quickly. There was a slight pressure like the air in the room was being stretched. And then nothing.

He then stood back and smiled down at her.

"Huh? Is that a…" She choked. Gasping she clutched her throat. She tried to speak but there was no sound. She stared at him wide eyed.

He laughed and raised his hand upwards. Kela was freaked to find that she rose with it. "I control your every movement!" he boasted, beaconing with a finger. Kela walked towards him numbly her feet moving on there own accord.

"You are totally paralyzed. I could make you sit, stand, walk talk, jump, but that's not where the spell gets interesting."

He held out his hand to stop her approach. "I could have you end your own life in an instant if I wished. Or I could stop your heart or lungs from working and watch as you slowly suffocate." He whispered in her ear. "Do you want a demonstration?"

Kela stared numbly at him unable to move the slightest fraction. An abrupt pain in her chest made her wince inwardly. Something's going on. Her mind felt muddled and sluggish. Her vision became blurred and unfocused. Darkness soon overcame her and she faded into it blissfully.

The demon stood there gazing at her thoughtfully for a few minutes. Then stirring out of his stupor he turned and walked swiftly towards the engraved seal behind him. As he neared it the seal was incased in green light, which moved the heavy object to the floor where it lay flat. Glancing heavenward he made certain that it was positioned directly underneath the circular hole in the ceiling. Satisfied he twisted around and beckoned to the senseless body of the girl who still stood stiffly at attention. At his call the body moved gliding across the floor noiselessly, coming to a stop beside him.

Smirking to himself he spoke a spell words. "A'lasadh."

The words awakened the seal and light blazed forth in a shimmering beam. Shooting straight up into the darkened sky. That finished he turned once again towards the frozen girl. Taking her limp arms in his hands he pulled her around till her back was to the beam.

"Na dealanaich doinneann!" He whispered and pushed her into the pillar of light.

Her body was caught up in a wave of raw power, she rose until she was completely off the floor, arms and legs hanging limp. Her hair billowed about her for a few moments then lay still. A look of peace flitted across her upturned face, and then settled into place.

The demon known as 'The Master' by his followers looked on satisfied with the effects of the spell he had learned from The Book of Storms stolen more than a hundred years ago, from a neko city hidden in the mountains of Maki. It had been a frustrating hundred years looking for the prophesied. The one that would lead him to unimaginable power. Dam that Koenma! He had for once been prepared. They had gotten her out of the city before he and his army had breeched the front gates and slaughtered the villagers. But he had waited patiently and he finally had what he wanted.

Smiling he looked on as the girls cuts and bruises healed and faded before his eyes. Today he decided had been a very productive one.