Mystica had returned to her room at Enma's palace though it was once a place of comfort and relaxation,it has been turned into a prison. Cold steel metal bars on the windows. The door was constantly locked until a servant came with her meals. A cold room to match someone such as her.

Zazel emptied the room of all spellbooks, potions and any form of harm that can befall humanity. Mystica just accepted her punishment, at least it was better than the blue prison that made time seem to go on forever.

Right now she lay down on her bed with violet covers with black wisps designs on it with a hint of emerald green. She wonder why Komajiro have her spiteful looks the whole time. Komasan did not notice at all. Why? She would not attack her love's family members, she would never consider the thought, not for a second. If any harm came to Komasan, she would destroy the heartless hermit by the soul and smashed them.

"Komajiro....why do you dislike me?" Mystica looked up to the cealing, excepting it to answer her

A servant came in a plate of Tempura, her favorite food. Enma must be rewarding her with good behavior. Though she could not understand. Enma should have attacked her when he had her alone. Instead he kept her alive. Why?

The servant placed the Tempura on the small desk close to her.

"Dinner is served, M'lady" The servant bowed before leaving

All these confusing questions and her all she felt was confuse. Not quite the emotion itself but her version of it.

Mystica could only knew one thing. Whenever Komasan was with her, she could feel the chains on her heart disappear, her when he wasn't at her side, the chains coiled tighter like a snake squeezing it's prey into submission.

Komasan truly was her understanding and key to her emotions. She needed him more than anyone could know.