Smoke from incense and light from flickering candles filled the small clearing, in the middle of a circle sat Master. Wind blew through the open area and a candle went out. "Good, you are here."
Morsa looked around the clearing, she could see no one but the man in the middle of the circle surrounded by hundreds of candles. The only other object with him was the half eaten carcass of the demon's prey from the night before. She looked around for a while longer before turning back to the summoner, confused.
"Yes, I am addressing you." The summoner looked right at her and Morsa quickly shifted to another position.
Master watched the candles, three went out around the circle and he followed the path of their extinguishing. The swath of darkness was approaching him quickly as Morsa flew at him, once the candles a few feet in front of him went out they stopped.
Morsa was chained in place, four small air demons had latched themselves to her and were holding her arms and legs in place. She tried to take off but was unable to lift the weight of Master's minions. Deciding that keeping quiet was no longer an option she talked to the first human other than her contract holder. "Who are you?"
"Ya can call me Master." The man stood up and pulled back his hood revealing a wicked smile. He moved closer to Morsa, stepping over rows of candles, until he was just out of reach. He pressed his middle finger into the dirt in front of her and walked in a circle.
"What are you doing?" Morsa's clear voice was slightly higher than normal, she fought hard against the small demons holding her feet but was unable to free herself.
Master continued his work, writing down ancient glyphs in the dirt with the point of his metalic finger. He poured melted wax into the impression on the ground and waited until it solidified. Placing his hand over one of the glyphs he began to focus his mind on the spirit in front of him. Lines of light draped themselves over Morsa, exposing her frame slowly. Within a minute she was completely covered in light, her body took shape and she was brought into the physical world again.
Never before had she been exposed without the help of the cloak, she felt an unusual combination of fear and dread that came with being vulnerable in front of someone who she had never met before. Her natural defense mechanisms began to work and she struggled against her bonds. Twisting and writhing she fought against the small demons who sunk their talonlike hands into her skin.
"Don't bother." A tendril of blue flame snaked its way out of Master's metallic finger, winding its way up the Air Spirit's leg. "That spell is designed to hold my larger pets, now just relax." Flames wrapped around her body and up to her neck.
"What is this?" body arched away from the blue heat as it cut into her now illuminated skin. The pain was unbearable and she felt as if she was being torn in half.
"Right now you should feel as if you are being torn in half." Master pulled his hand back, tugging the spirit with it. "Alright boys let er go."
The moment she was released Morsa tried to flee, but the flaming ropes would not give way. She struggled as they pulled her towards the strange metallic finger and felt herself being pulled sideways. It drew her in crushing and compacting her until she was inside the finger itself.
"That's much better" Master flexed his newly functional finger, marveling at it's ability to bend and respond to his commands. He pulled his hood up and with a wave of his hand the candles went out and the Demons disappeared.