Captured Soul

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Chapter 3


Closing his eyes, Sesshomaru waited for his end.

He could feel the foreign mist slipping
through his clothes and sliding over his skin.
It covered him completely.

It's putrid thickness crawled up into his nasal cavity and down his
throat, sufficating him.

His heart strained with the noxious invader, slowing with the lack of oxygen.

Unable to stand, he fell to one knee.

Then he opened his eyes and mouth in strangled shock.

This miasma was a type of miko magic that sought not to purify him but to
kill cleanly by taking his soul.

It would steal his spirit and leave his body a hollow husk,
porous enough to crumble and drift away with the first gust of wind.

His essence would be sealed away forever in the miko's little wooden box.

Even though his body fought against the tenacious onslaught of the penetrating mist,
he knew the futility in resisting.

This woman claimed to be the legend of terror.

The famed reaper of demon souls.

He had no chance.

The deadly vapor continued its attack. It burned while reaching for the inner most
part of him, his spirit.

But just as he felt a violent tug on his soul, Tenseiga pulsed at his side.

Its vibration grew stronger as a black light erupted from the sword and cut through the
offending mist, driving it away.


The blackish purple miasma abated, returning to the place from whence it came.

Still on one knee, he blinked.

He was alive.

Looking up, he spied the witch woman, staring at her little box of death,
her finger resting lightly on it's lid.

A few moments passed before the woman spoke in a somewhat puzzled tone.."It seems my vessel
will not take you, youkai... curious.....You are either protected in some way or....
maybe...as it happens from time to time....your soul is not black enough for the invitation."

Slowly, she picked up her little treasure box then concealed it within her cloak.

The miko turned in his direction and strolled over to him.

Her movements were sleek and balanced with the sway of her walk.


The panther trailed behind her. He caught a wiff of the cat. It was male and the
miko's scent covered it. His lip rose up in disgust as he stood and came out
of the shadowed backdrop of his prison.



The inu youkai watched in preditory observation as the raven haired woman stopped
a mere five feet before the cage.

He flexed his claws which were already dripping with poison.

While trying to keep his
angered demon blood from erupting,
Sesshomaru kept his tone even and cold.
"Since your little toy will not take me, then set me free."


Her gaze fell on him. She remained silent as her dark eyes began inspecting him closely.
She started at his face and hair then traveled over his body, stopping briefly on his
weapons. Her leer halted to just below his belt.

Heat flashed across his face at her blatant sensual scrutiny.


Her dark eyes shimmered with wicked want then moved to meet his gaze.
Shaking her head, she replied. "No....I may have another use for you."

The female smiled lustfully at him. "I am in need of a ......servant...."

Tilting her head slightly, the miko looked him over again. "Nice...
very nice......I would enjoy having you as my.......pet."

Rage filled him and his vision spotted crimson.

With youkai speed he reached through the bars to slash at the bitch, caustic
poison spraying from the tips of his claws.

His sharp talons missed their target by inches as the bars held him back.

The green poison slid down against some unseen barrier to fall sizzling at the miko's
feet.


As Sesshomaru still shook with suppressed anger, he straightened and glared icily at the
witch.

She only smiled at him with carnal delight.

Then the woman licked her lips. "What a temper, so wild, so feral, so much
of the animal you are, demon dog....Yes..taming you will be so much of a pleasure.
I look forward to it."


She sighed. "But I see you need time to....compose yourself. I will leave you for now, prince,
and I shall return soon. But before I go, I will give you a gift to help you..realize...that
resisting me would not be in your best interest."

The smell of magic permeated the air as a crackling aura surrounded the miko.

As she stepped closer to him, a spark ingnited in her eyes.

When the miko moved within his reach, he chanced her energy and slashed out at
her again with the intention of snatching her.

This time his foolheardy action earned him a shock that knocked him back with such
force that he smashed into the thick metal wall behind him.

On impact he heard the sound
of his armor cracking and the crunch of the bones in his right shoulder.


As he fell to the hard cold floor he uttered angerly. "Damn Witch!"

While raising her hands which were now aglow with static power, the womans features
blazed with the promise of unholy torment. Her voice then rose in rage. "No, Mutt!
you are the one who is now damned!"


Struggling, he tried to stand, his breathing labored.

But then he found himself unable to move as he felt his body being lifted upwards.

He floated, suspended in mid air.

The demon glared with hatred at the witch.
"Wench! Put me down! Devil Witch! I will kill you slow......" His words were cut short
as a powerful electric current shot through him.

Razor sharp blades of white hot fire seared
him from the inside out.

His howls penetrated the dense lifeless forest.

Then, he felt himself falling.

He dropped, slamming into the stone hard floor on his left side, the force of the fall
breaking his left arm.

He remained motionless, paralyzed by the intensity of the pain.

While taking deep, tortured breaths, he lay there. The coppery taste of his own blood filled
his mouth.

He coughed once, splattering dark red lines across the shiny black metal.

Groaning, he watched as the miko's aura dimmed while she lowered her hands.

Without a word, she turned and left, the panther following.

As he heard the departing rustle of the woman and her cat through the
foliage, the strange light in the clearing died as well.



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Hi all! I know. I know. Sesshomaru is in pretty hot water right now. I did say this
story was going to be dark. In many aspects. Now I know Sessy got pretty beat up in
the process in this chapter, but you got to remember. The trap he is in also dampers
his demonic ability at resistance to force and his ability to heal as well. In other
words these abilites are cut somewhat in half or more than half. Comments? Questions?
Please review. ^_^ I cannot see some things as cleary as you all do so other
eyes are helpful in determining what mistakes I may make. I like constuctive criticism.
And I love to explain things. Thanks to all who read and liked!

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