Disclaimer: I meant to post this a while back but never got around to posting it apparently. I'll probably add a few more chapters though it'll be a little while. I'm a bit more focused on the Neanderthals series atm.
My name is Leila. I'm a Jinn, a being with magical powers cursed with immortality and immense powers though forever bound to server whichever master has possession of my lamp. The lamp that has served as both my home and my prison for millennia.
You may know me by the more common name, and annoyingly "Disney-fied". If I ever get my freedom from these shackles, I'm going to revive Walt Disney and skin him alive for all the Jinn that still exist. Nothing ruins true historical facts like a Disney movie. sighs. So for starters, I do not look like a blue floating puddle of good with no legs. I do tend to wear a veil and some of the more typical "sexy" genie outfits, but that's because I was a harem girl. It is what I've always worn. If you find a Jinn from the 19th Century, then she'll probably wear a Victorian dress.
Anyways, enough about this. This is a confession of what happened to me a very long time ago. It's a story about the one and only true man that I've loved, the only time I've ever come close to gaining my freedom and the wretched sexual debauchery that followed.
First of all, this may come of as a bit of a far stretched fantasy to some. I assure you every word is true. Jinn or "Genies" as you know them really do exists. As do Demons and other creatures of fantasy. Most of them have crawled back into the shadows and influence the human world as puppet master and prefer to remain unseen. At the height of the Dark Ages, during the 11th Century…. they tended to prefer a far more….direct approach. Much of the historical records have been destroyed in large part to the crusades. Trust me when I say this, everything you imagined and were afraid to imagine that goes bump in the night does exist.
I won't bore you on how It came to be, but I've become the Jinn of Muhammad XII, Sultan of Granada what is currently Southern Spain. You may have heard some tales about Queen Isabella conquering Granada and liberate it from the Moors invaders. That is all a lie. When Isabella came to liberate Granada, it had already been burnt to the Ground. It was nothing more then a shell of its former self. The height of the Moors kingdom that occupied Spain for 7 Centuries had been destroyed long before they ever arrived. This is the true story to the best of my recollection.
I was attained by Muhammad XII and through my service to him, I helped solidify his power over the area. He is one of the interesting, intelligent and kind men I have ever met. He is one of the few mortal men I've know and cared. Most of my owners tend to use up my wishes and discard me once their wishes have been exhausted. By the end of reign, he promised me to use his last wish to free me. (Yes, I know.. Disney got that part right.. don't remind me). I've helped raise his children, I've watched and helped him grow his empire to what it is today. In a way, I've loved him like a … Father I suppose. It is odd saying that of a man that is Centuries younger then me. But that is exactly what he was. He was caring, loving and a perfect partner. He is the first man that truly cared for me. His interest in me wasn't for my powers, but truly for who I was. It was… refreshing.
It was perfect. I had a family, a father and the promise of freedom. Naturally.. it had to all go to hell. During this time, Balthazar a half Demon, half Human monster was ravaging the earth. His Armies knowing no bound and his hate for Humanity, and his human father bringing out the worst and most sadistic elements of Demonic nature. He was so cruel that some of his heinous acts were frowned upon even by the most sinister and darkest Demons. His massive armies swarmed over the land. Through some treachery, my lamp and my powers were locked away and I was unable to help but only witness the after math.
Muhammad, my loving "father", along with his sons and daughters were all decapitated, their heads on pikes on top of the city gates serving as a warning. Men, women, and children were all killed, raped, enslaved. That once, paradise and height of civilization during these wretched times lay asunder. In front of me stands Balthazar, or as I affectionately like to refer to him, asshole. In his hand is my lamp binding me to him. His every whim and desire my own for as long as my home, my prison, and my bindings are his.
No matter how much I HATE him.. no matter how much I want to use all of my powers to burn him and everything he holds dear to the ground. I'm powerless. What does he have in mind for me?
I stand before him, waiting for what comes next. I have Never.. EVER.. though I've witnessed the fall and birth of more kingdoms then I can count. I've seen the birth of the Roman empire, the fall of Babylon.. had more owners both kind and wicked. None of them have looked at me the way Balthazar is looking me over. A hateful, lustful desire in his eyes. What debauchery does he have in mind for me? I'm a Jinn. I can move mountains and make empires fall.. he wouldn't dare touch me would he? sex? I can create and destroy world.. he's not thinking of making me part of his harem.. is he?
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