The Djinn in the Ring (ACuckoo & Raychu) [18+]

[Raychu]

 

Djinn

 

Human

 

Genie Name: Zokhla

Human Name: Zachariah

Title (Given by humans): Zokhla the Heartless

Age: 1,000+

Position: Seke

Species: Djinn

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 157 lbs

Birthday: Nonexistent

Nationality: None (Originated from Egypt)

Sexuality: None (Not a concept to him)

 

Djinn Appearance

Hair Color: Golden Blond

Eye Color: Bright Gold

Extra: His skin is completely black with inked markings all throughout on his body. His fingers will turn gold when he is casting magic and/or granting his master’s wish. Normally he doesn't wear anything to cover his upper half, just wearing a pair of black pants to remain decent and composed. Djinn’s see no need to wear clothes, as, they are not modest people and have no interest in people’s bodies. It is a natural form, something to respect, not cover.

 

Item he is locked away in:

 

Ring

 

Human Appearance

Hair Color: Dirty Blond

Eye Color: Amber/Gold

Extra: Though he maintains the form of his body, he tries to keep his appearances separate. Being a human means a new look entirely. He wears more reserved clothes to hide his body, protecting some of the markings from showing. He tries to look like a trendier human (hoping to fit in), even with the covering clothes. Most of his clothing styles come from copying his previous masters, throughout the years.

 

Personality: Zokhla is a very cunning djinn, aren’t they all? He can easily twist someone’s words to his benefit. He lacks any sympathy for the human race and their stupid mistakes, believing they should be aware of the consequences. Humans easily bore him, and he manipulates their wishes to amuse him, watching their reactions. He believes all humans are greedy, lustful, and obnoxious, pushing them to make darker wishes to cause them despair. He absolutely hates being controlled because of being locked in a ring and tries to make a deal with all of his master’s to be set free, only to be let down in the end. This has caused him endless breaks of trust, causing him to be weary of each human. All they have to do is wish him away and it’s his command. Despite how djinn’s are supposed to be respectful, he determines his attitude after he figures out his master, deciding whether he should be appropriate or rebellious. Most cases he ends up giving humans punishment for their selfish wishes creating chaos.

Likes: Cats, anything with caffeine (it’s like alcohol to him), any sort of book, playing with his magic, and plush animals.

Dislikes: Granting wishes, being locked up (in his ring or a house), having to submit, and bitter foods.

 

Bio: Back history does not exist. He was cursed in the past and he doesn't remember his life as a human (or being human at all). He lives only to serve whoever finds the ring, and leaves after three wishes. Nothing more, nothing less. He fills his duty as a djinn.

 

 

Once upon a time, a boy was trapped within a ring. Cursed for eternity, he was left to live as a djinn, fulfilling the wishes of his masters to come. That was so long ago the tale was left on the bookshelf. Djinnis weren’t real, it was all a made up fairytale. A story once told became only a piece of paper with smeared ink, the truth becoming fabricated with the changes of time. Once people used to believe in the power of the supernatural being, the chaos they could create, or the joy summoned by a snap of their fingers. Now, the djinns are only a myth, a made up lie to be placed into the story book. The future changed people, altered their beliefs, and destroyed the evidence of the past. To many, djinns were nothing more than a made up being from a storybook.

 

Sadly, this was not the case for Zokhla. The story was just as real as he was. It could be said he was human, if he was, that was something of the past. Being alive for as long as he was, being human was only a smell memory in his life, one that was not necessary to him. The curse made him into a being to control, just by wearing a piece of jewelry. That’s all he was. A puppet to manipulate with simple words, “I wish.” The djinn cannot deny the command of the master, only for three measly wishes that is. Once three have been granted, the djinn would be free from the contract, only to be locked within a ring. A ring was better than humans.

 

Humans were greedy, obnoxious creatures. All they cared about was their selfish desires. If they could spare one single wish, Zokhla could end world hunger, create world peace, or create a cure for cancer. No, each wish was so unbelievably selfish, it was laughable. Every single human he’s come across was like that. It was within their nature to only think for themselves, not considering other possibilities and outcomes. When it boiled down it to, humans were greedy, self-serving, power hungry monsters. There wasn’t a damn thing the djinn could to to change that. He was just forced to sit through the wishes and obey, well, obey their commands.

 

Without the words of wishing, Zokhla could normally do as he pleased. It was his magic to play with after all. They only had the gracious opportunity to gain something from what the blond controlled. His magic was his toy, granted by the ring. Without the ring, he was useless as a djinn. Magic was held within the item, not the holder kept within their bottle, or lamp, or in his case, a blue diamond in a ring. Not the most comfortable items to sleep in, it was his home, and that was all he had.

 

Movements could be felt and sound could be heard. The djinn was acutely aware of when the ring was being touched, move around, or even dropped. The noise of talking hit his ears, warning him of the potential chance of being found. Would it be today? Tomorrow? Maybe another year from now? No, he wasn’t that fortunate to be left in peace for an entire year. The ring constantly got passed around like a present, making it’s way to different masters each time.

 

That was not the problem. The problem at the moment was it was being touched. Somehow, someway, someone found the ring. Luckily for Zokhla, they hadn’t put the damned thing on yet. Once they did, he’d be forced out of his comfortable library, and into their view. That was exactly what the djinn didn’t want. Maybe the person would throw the piece of junk ring away. Perhaps it could get dropped down the drain. The blond was sick of people putting on the ring, using and abusing his powers, then leaving him in the hands of another person. Here he was, once again, and the ring was being slipped on to yet another finger. Couldn’t he ask for one day of peace and quiet, allowing to read the books he stole from libraries of the past. The holder may not have the accumulated knowledge of the universe, Zokhla could, through the writing in books.

 

“Hello master! My name is Zokhla. Many humans referred to me as Zokhla the Heartless. A silly title that isn’t really deserving of a djinn like me. From today on, you are my master! Three wishes shall be granted to thee, for finding the ring and allowing me free. The ring comes with rules to follow, if not our contract will be hollow,” his voice rang out. Cheerful as it sounded, he was anything but. The way he spoke was only a normal introduction for djinns to do. Snapping his fingers a list appeared in his hand, handing it to his new master, his face full of anger and resentment.

 

• Revival from the dead is only for a short period of time.
  
• Tampering with emotions only lasts temporarily.
  
• Immortality is forbidden.
  
• Endless power is a wish that is impossible to grant.
  
• Three wishes is all thee gets, no more. Only less if the contracts is ended before the wishes are used.
  
• User must wear the ring at all times, unless contract is to become void or ends.
  
• Djinn must stay within 100 ft. distance of the ring or pain will be brought to the user.
  

 

“Are there any questions, master? If you wish to end this contract, please feel free to take off the ring whenever it pleases you. If not, please take off the ring once your three wishes have been granted. There is no need to keep a piece of scrap metal that lacks any magic now, is there?” Please take off the ring, and melt it in the fire. Zokhla just wanted the ring to never find it’s way back into human hands. He’d take death over granting these self-absorbed monsters their wishes. Sadly, he couldn’t quit his job, it was his curse to bear for eternity.

[ACuckoo]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Kay Cadeau

Age: 26

Position: Uke

Species: Human

Height: 5"7

Weight: 142

Nationality: French-American (French on father's side; American on mother's side)

Sexuality: Unknown

 

Family:

 

Mother:: Erika Cadeau

Father: Michel Cadeau

Brother: Vincent Cadeau

Sister: Valérie Cadeau

Pets:

 

 

Fenrir

 

Anubis

 

 

 

 

Appearance:

 

Hair Color/Style: Currently black though he tends to dye it often. If he's only doing the tips he'll go to a friend who is a hair stylist since tips take precision. If he's doing his whole head he'll take his chances lathering on the dye and hoping for the best. Typically he keeps his hair short and well groomed (for his job). When he has a day off it'll be as unkempt as an unruly dog.

Eye Color: Blue

Extra: His closet mostly consists of black clothes, everything ranging from professional to the most emo imaginable. When going out with friends he'll dress in long coats, boots with lots of zippers and clasps, chokers, wristbands, the works. At work he'll typically wear casual black shirts and slacks or grey clothes.

 

Personality:

Friends and family would describe Kay as follows: Obnoxious. Loud. Rude. Crude. Annoying. Carefree. Oddly clever. Waste of such intelligence. Lazy. Brings out the best in people. Brings out the worst in people. Loyal. The list goes on and on. Kay enjoys talking about pretty much anything, but when he's done with a conversation or a person he's not afraid to let them know. He loves his friends but it's easy for him to let them go if they wish it. Most of them find him the most entertaining oxymoron they've ever met. He's a certified genius--no really he is. He had a promising career in aerospace, he knows several different languages, he understands the ins and outs of everything from Plato to the highest level math. But what has he done with that intelligence...? Nothing. He works as barista much to his parents' dismay and no one can seem to figure out why he's wasting such intelligence and he doesn't care to share. He enjoys the academic side of life (though he can't stand college) but he also spends a lot of his time screwing around with plenty of media entertainment. Playing video games, reading comics and classical literature, making sure he doesn't forget the languages he knows and of course making coffee are his interests as of now. Oh, and playing with his dogs.

 

Likes:

x Playing card games

x Reading classical literature

x Playing MMOs with his friends

x Playing with his dogs

x Being a barista

x Listening to music

x His siblings

 

Dislikes:

x His parents

x Poor quality coffee

x Exercise (as much as he loves his dogs he hates having to walk them)

x When his friends take all of the loot when they raid in their online game

 

Bio:

 

Kay grew up with parents that were well off and deeply valued education. Between his other two siblings he learned the most and came out smarter and more clever than both of them, but he couldn't stand it. By the time he got to college he knew more than he thought he could take and dropped out in his third year. Though they hated his rough and rather unruly disposition, his teachers appreciated his smarts and worked hard with his parents to keep him in school, but he refused. He preferred to learn in the manner that he wanted. He wanted to read the books he chose, learn the languages he wanted to learn, study what he wanted, and now he can do that. Because of his decisions, however, his parents cut him off from their money but he expected as much. He took his dogs and left home, got a small apartment, and now lives the life he always wanted. He still gets along with his siblings who are doing very well, but he hasn't spoken to his parents since he dropped out of college.

 

 

 

 

“This is the ugliest ring I’ve ever seen.”

 

Kay looked at his best friend and own personal hair stylist, Juno, as he was handed a large, tarnished gold ring with a blue stone in the middle. He held it in his palm as Juno laughed at him, clearly tickled by his reaction to the ring.

 

“You know this’ll effect your tip, right?” Kay said, taking out his credit card to pay his friend. While getting his tips dyed bright red, Juno told him that a customer had given him the ring. The customer said it was "more special than anyone could imagine", but it was far too out of style for someone of Juno’s caliber. According to the hairstylist it was better suited for someone like Kay who had an “eclectic” style as he so generously put it.

 

“Just take the damn ring," Juno said. "I’m never going to wear it. I’ll just throw it in the trash.”

 

“Perhaps that’s where it belongs.” With a disgusted look on his face Kay pocketed the ring and did indeed give his friend a lower tip than normal. Smiling as he was shouted at all the way out the door, Kay rushed back to his apartment. There was only an hour to get ready for the raid he and his friends were planning on in their favorite game and he’d be damned if he were late.

 

“Scoot over, Anubis,” Kay muttered as he walked in the door and was immediately ambushed by his large white pyrenees. His shiba inu was far more behaved as he followed his master to the library.

 

So called library.

 

When Kay moved into his two bedroom apartment he made sure that one of the rooms became the computer room/library. This was where he read all of his books and played all of his video games. With the shelves full and overflowing, there were books scattered and piled on the floor as well as on the desk his computer sat on. It looked like a tornado hit the place, but this chaos was organized in Kay’s mind. He could find any book he was looking for and any game he wanted in just a matter of seconds.

 

“Look what Juno gave me.” Kay pulled the ring out of his pocket and showed it to his dogs who didn’t hesitate to bark and growl at it. Kay chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, I know it’s ugly. Damn, even my dogs know it’s that bad.” He slid the ring on if only to entertain himself and laugh at himself before turning to his computer to load his game. Before the game could fully turn on Kay heard a booming, cheerful voice behind him and spun around with a shout.

 

“What the….”

 

Anubis and Fenrir were going crazy barking at whatever entity had made it’s way into Kay’s apartment. It was all he could do to hear the being over the barking. A djinn? A djinn in his apartment? A djinn in his apartment handing him a list of rules and telling him he could have any wish he wanted within reason? The list felt physical and real but….

 

“I haven’t smoked weed in a month and I’m still seeing things. Shit.” Kay shook his head as he fell into his computer chair. He stared at the man in front of him, waiting for him to disappear like all hallucinations eventually did, but he didn’t go anywhere. The dogs kept barking and growling, ready to defend their master if need be. The simple fact that they could see what Kay was seeing gave him all the more reason to believe that this was real.

 

“Stop!” Kay screamed, and his dogs quickly silenced their barking.

 

“If you are a djinn, then you’re a dangerous sort.” Kay stood and went to one of the many piles of books and pulled one out, tossing it on the floor in front of this mysterious being. The title read “One Thousand and One Nights.”

 

“I read this ages ago along with some supplemental material on the myth of djinns. You guys aren’t exactly known for being kind towards humans.” He fell back into his seat, wondering if he was talking to an actual being or if this was all in his head regardless if his dogs were warning him or not. Maybe he had just finally gone insane after all these years. Or maybe he had smoked something pretty strong and forgotten all about it.

 

Perhaps he should skip the raid today….

[Raychu]

“This is why dogs are pests,” Zokhla hissed, covering his ears. What luck. This master had the biggest nuisances, dogs. Why did he have to have the animals that could sense the supernatural? Cats are so simple, ignoring his existence. That didn’t start hissing and meowing once he appeared. Only the rambunctious descendants of wolves had to be loud and obnoxious. Obviously, he didn’t like humans. Adding dogs onto the mix was only going to make this experience worse. Why couldn’t he had been lucky enough for it to be cats? He’d prefer a crazy cat lady over ginormous monsters that continuously bark.

 

The djinn always felt like he had the upper hand when his masters were at a loss for words. Just his existence made them question their sanity. This is why you never doubt the supernatural. Not all books are full of fairy tales and lies. Zokhla once served a writer who was vaguely aware of many supernatural beings existence. That man was the least bothersome out of every human he’s served. His wishes still amounted to selfishness, his temperament was tolerable. Most of the other humans tried to be controlling, make him submit like some animal. That was not how he worked. It was Zokhla’s way or no way.

 

“Mm? What an interesting book to use as evidence. This is only a depiction of a djinn. A fairy tale made up by you humans. It’s not as if I’m going to try and make you choose a choice of death. In the end, didn’t the fisherman get what he wanted after tricking the poor djinn? I’m not as gullible either. This book is nothing but a view on how you humans see us.” The djinn rubbed his chin thoughtfully, casting a sly smile. He never denied that the book had some truth. The blond could be considered dangerous. However, he’d be the fisherman in the story, tricking his master with ease. Hopefully. Zokhla may detest humans, he didn’t ever underestimate their intelligence, just their selfless desires. Not one human proved him to be wrong with their greedy behaviors.

 

“Humans must earn our kindness. We can’t express respect that you humans just expect. Wasn’t there a saying? Treat others as you wish to be treated, isn’t it? Until your kind shows me respect and gratitude for the magic I’ve provided them, there is no reason for me to treat them with kindness. I’m superior on many levels, and yet, humans put me below them. Oh master, are you like that as well? I do have feelings.” Feelings? His voice had a lack of. There were no feelings, just a monotone voice, mixing with a look of disgust. Zokhla had no interest in talking about djinns being kind towards humans. Their contract didn’t include him being kind and friendly, it included him being obedient to the wishes.

 

The blond stepped around the room, studying his new area. What a surprising amount of books. He could snatch a few here or there. Wasn’t it fair that he got something to cure his boredom in return? Even he knew theft was wrong. Not like he could be caught by police and sent into prison. He was already there. That ring was a cell that he was sentenced to live in until the day he died. Unfortunately, that would be never. Immortality was a terrible thing to possess. Why did humans think it was fun to live forever? Life was boring without having the ability to age.

 

“Master, do you have any questions? I live to serve the own who possesses the ring, which currently, is you. You have to be vaguely aware of the agreement. Also, consider that the longer you put off wishing, the longer I’m here. Do you really need my company in your life?” He ran his fingertips along the spines of the books. The feeling was marvelous. Books were their own individual adventure. The words creating a unique world to imagine. The paper leaving a fresh smell. Books were trustworthy items, never ceasing to please the djinn.

 

Other than the books, nothing else could be considered remotely interesting. Humans were boring and bland creatures. No wonder they used odd substances to numb themselves, he wouldn’t want to live a dull life either. At least not being able to think straight spiced up their worthless lives for the time being. He could never understand playing silly games, or having a need for a piece of green paper. Writing was the only thing they could do right.

[ACuckoo]

Kay picked his book back up as he listened to the djinn speak about it. Opening to the story about the fisherman, he quickly skimmed over it, chuckling as he went along. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he muttered. “I don’t imagine humans have much to go on when it comes to your kind. Most of what I read was probably just not-so educated guesses.”

 

At the djinn’s next words, Kay held his hands up to show he meant no harm. His little genie friend was on the defensive, not that he blamed him. Humans were assholes and this guy had probably had his fair share of them for one lifetime, let alone multiple lifetimes. “Not saying you owe me anything. Just saying I ought to watch my back against someone who isn’t too fond of my kind. You don’t exactly owe me anything, especially respect.”

 

Turning back to his computer, Kay jumped onto his game and met up with his raid party, though he had no intentions of sticking around. “Hey, guys. Skipping out today.” He rolled his eyes at the cries, yells, and insults, which he silenced by setting the character next to him on fire. “I’m hallucinating! You guys don’t want me joining you when I’m like this. I’ll make it up to you this weekend. Later.” He didn’t give them a chance to yell at him anymore.

 

“A bunch of losers,” Kay said to Zohkla, shaking his head. “Anyway uhhhh…..” Did he have any questions? Not really. This was all pretty straight forward. Make wishes, watch them come true, then send the djinn on his way. Easy.

 

“What do I want?” He stood and wandered around the room, running his hand along the spines of his books much like Zohkla had been doing. He didn’t need money. He made his own pathetic paychecks and if he needed anymore he could as his brother and sister for some. He didn’t want immortality and that was against the rules anyway. No one close to him had died and even if they had why would he want to go through the pain of bringing them back and seeing them again? He supposed he could wish for infinite power in his game, but that would make it boring. No challenge meant he would stop playing very quickly. Maybe a plane so he could travel wherever he wanted? But that would take gas and he didn’t even know how to fly a plane. And if he wished for a personal pilot what if they died the next day? Then he’d be stuck with a plane and nothing to do with it.

 

“What about you guys?” Kay looked over at his dogs, smiling as their ears perked as he acknowledged them. “I don’t want anything, but we shouldn't squander this opportunity. Maybe we can get you guys an indestructible toy!” He laughed as his dogs got excited as he raised his voice. “Or maybe a bone that won’t ever break so you can chew on it forever and ever!” Anubis and Fenrir’s tails were wagging ferociously now. “Or we can ask our friend to make it snow for about an hour or two. Then you guys can play in the snow!” The dogs began barking and Kay bent down to pet them and squish their faces together now that they were all riled up. “Alright, we’ll get you guys some good presents, but you have to behave, okay? Be good boys and I’ll ask the djinn to give you really nice things, okay?”

 

In the meantime while his dogs proved their worth (not that they knew they had to do such a thing in order to get new toys) Kay had to do something with his djinn/hallucination. He didn't exactly want this guy to stick around here long, but Kay was a strict parent and he wasn’t kidding when he said his kids needed to behave in order to get such amazing things.

 

“While they prove themselves you can you know… Read my books. Don’t steal any; I’ll know if you do.” He grabbed a few of them and started handing them to Zohkla one by one. “I really like The Crucible so you should read it if you haven’t. Frankenstein is cliche I know, but it was always a favorite of mine. Asimov’s I, Robot is so fucking good; I think you’ll get a kick out of it too. Two words: subtle robot takeover of humanity. You’ll love it. And then of course The Walking Dead comic. Boom. This is classy stuff right here.”

 

He sat back down in his chair and his dogs (possibly trying to behave?) lay beside him and kept their mouths closed. “If you really are a djinn, make yourself at home. If you’re a hallucination, then well… Make yourself at home until you decide to go away. Mi casa, su casa.”

[Raychu]

This… This human was strange. He didn’t want respect? Most of the people he’s met wanted respect and a submissive behavior. This guy didn’t expect any of that? It was oddly satisfying for Zokhla to have his position and attitude left alone. This master was decent enough.

 

No, that wasn’t the case. The djinn couldn’t trust the other to not want something. Humans were liars, their noses constantly growing like in the story of Pinocchio. This human was going to be just like the rest, he was sure of it. They may be intelligent creatures, not when it really counted. Humans were humans. The name alone was enough of a derogatory term to degrade the race. Humans were complex creatures, and the djinn hated that.

 

Games. That was something the djinn never understood. What was the purpose playing things through a screen. It was just wasting their seconds away. Humans never really cared to spare time, they just wasted what little life they had. Why? Games are just pointless things to waste money on.

 

“For your dogs?” Zokhla was genuinely confused, listening to his new master speak to his dogs. Was there a point interacting with animals that couldn’t even understand you? The only reason they were excited because their owner was speaking. They couldn’t speak back. The comfort they provided was minimal. Why were animals even important? They should remain in the wild, where they belong. This wasn’t how the djinn felt. He just really hated dogs. Cats were much calmer, leaving him to his own devices. With dogs around, Zokhla feared he was going to get bit.

 

No matter. Dogs biting wasn’t anything new. His master’s wishes were. An indestructible toy? Snow? Just for these canines? Zokhla hated to admit it, that was a loyal owner. Did that make him a decent human being? For now. Tomorrow he may decide that the power is too great to waste on pampered pooches. The djinn couldn’t help but doubt the truthfulness of his master’s words.

 

“Steal? Master, I wouldn’t dream of stealing from you. How about a trade instead? I have many books to offer in return for a few,” he said, snapping his fingers, placing the books back on the shelf. Frankenstein was one he’d read over and over, it had become too dull. Comics weren’t really his thing. It took away from his own imagination. The only one that remained in his hand was The Crucible. This was one book he wouldn’t mind rereading.

 

“Please, stop considering me to be a hallucination. Even your odd substances couldn’t whip up an image as real as me. Considering the fact the books returned to the shelf without me moving, I'd be aware that this is no hallucination. Don’t let me stop you. If you were on the brink of insanity, it’s understandable you would think you're hallucinating.” Zokhla felt kind of offended being called a figment of this guy’s imagination. It was fair that humans did start labeling their existence as a myth, at the same time, wasn’t it too extraordinary to be fake? The djinn didn’t think humans had that vivid of an imagination.

 

Sitting on the floor, he opened the book. These wonderful stories never took long enough to read. If he could be granted a wish, it’s a book that never ends. After spending most of his life divulged in a book, it just became a habit to read fast. A simple scan with the eyes and he could recite the entire page first try. Didn’t humans call this speed reading? Even so, it comes with the territory of being alive for an unknown amount of time.

 

Zokhla couldn’t find the patience to read at the moment. His eyes focused on his new master, studying him with a new found interest. Normally, he could care less for his masters. This one was abnormal. If he wanted to trick him, he needed to start watching his every move, and analyze every nook and cranny he could.

 

“Let me make something clear. When you realize this is no… Drug trip? Is that what you humans call those hallucinogens? I was never quite clear on them. Please refrain from speaking about me or this contract with anyone else. Not that I’d expect them to believe you. It’s quite an unthinkable experience. I just prefer this to remain private. No one besides you can see me anyway,” he spoke up, peeking from behind the cover of the book.

 

“If you do not agree, I will have to provide the security of my existence remaining unknown by use of the ring. Being civil is much more appealing, is it not?” A baseless threat was all this was. Zokhla could use the ring to wipe this being’s memory, not that he’d dare. There was no point. Either let him look like a loony when he tries to speak of an inconceivable story, or he’ll remain quiet, making it easier on the djinn.

[ACuckoo]

Kay cocked his head to the side as his new companion sat on the floor and opened his book. Well, he supposed there was nothing else for the djinn to do if he didn’t have any wishes to grant. He watched him for a moment, admiring how beautiful he was. He was like nothing Kay had ever seen before… Understandably so. When had Kay ever encountered a supernatural being? It was hard to pull his eyes from the djinn, but he did when the other looked up from his book. How embarrassing would it have been to be caught staring?

 

“Hmm?” Kay tilted his head at the other’s words. “Why would I tell anyone? Even if I am going insane I wouldn’t want people to know. I guess only Fenrir and Anubis would know… Oh! I forgot to introduce you to my dogs! So this is Fenrir. He’s a shiba inu and I’ll be honest he’s kind of mean. My best friend, Juno, won’t even step foot in here if Fenny isn’t tied up. But on the flip side, Anubis here is the sweetest, kindest, nicest dog ever. He’s a great pyrenees. I named him after the feared Egyptian god of death and yet he… He’s just a big white fluffball.” He gave his dogs well deserved pats on their head before he suddenly grabbed his cellphone and threw himself on the ground next to Zohkla.

 

“If I take a picture of you will you appear in it or are you like a vampire? I want to remember this moment forever. The day a djinn said hello to me! Come on, guys!” His dogs knew he was calling him and Anubis immediately made his way over, cuddling up against both Zohkla and his master, but Fenrir wouldn’t go near the djinn. He stood up and growled; the growl slowly increased to barking though it didn’t last for long.

 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Kay snapped his fingers and rose his voice, silencing his dog. “You think Zohkla is gonna wanna give you snow and indestructible chew toys if you keep being a little bitch?” Kay shook his finger at him. “No, sir! Out! Out now until you can show some respect to our new friend! Go!”

 

With a whimper, Fenrir left the room as he was told. Anubis looked after him, but eventually focused back on the two beside him, opening his mouth to let his tongue slid out from the side of it.

 

“Look he’s smiling.” Kay pointed to the big white dog then gave him a kiss on his head. “Alright so can I take a picture with us? When I’m old I want to look back at this moment and remember how awesome it was. I mean how often do things like this happen to people? Well, I suppose for you this is normal, but for me it’s not. It happens all the time in video games.”

[Raychu]

Did Zokhla really look like he cared about the dogs? There was no reason for him to know their names or species. Once upon a time, they were wolves. That was all that mattered to the djinn. Dogs were dogs. They were just animals. There was no purpose for him to be aware of their names. They belonged to his master, not him. Dogs were really nothing to the blond. Just simple dogs.

 

Watching the pooch get sent away, his eyebrows furrowed. Confusion. That was the only thing he was able to feel. Zokhla wasn’t offering to give the dog anything, it didn’t matter if he wanted to grant the wish or not, it was all up to his master. He didn’t want to give his master anything anyway, whether the dogs were behaving or not. Why did his master care so much about his dog being good? That didn’t change the blond wanting to grant wishes. No, why was he even used in the argument? This human was extremely strange.

 

“Did you not hear me? I’m not sure if your little brain processed what I said… Allow me to repeat. I don’t want anyone else to know about me. A photo is very compromising for me. Take a picture and your home will be set on fire to burn the evidence. Your little… device will have no memory left on me,” he hissed, covering his face with the book. Zokhla never had a picture taken, and he was unsure what would happen, he just didn’t want this guy to show it to any of his friends. He took it back. This master was not decent at all. He was an idiot and the blond was forced to serve him. If he could quit this job, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

 

“Is there any reason you are interacting with me? There is no reason to treat me like a friend. I’m here until you give me three wishes to grant. Hopefully, that will be soon.” Zokhla had no interest talking with the human. Pictures, dogs, and his master himself were just bothers to the djinn. If he could escape, that would make his life much easier. Humans had it easy. Being able to be fired or quit. If he wanted out of the diamond, it’d take much more work.

 

The djinn moved away from the two, trying to find his own space from a big fluffball, and the odd human. He could just go wander the house… That meant going near a dog that could bite him. He just wanted to read. Going back in the diamond was too cramped. It was easier to stay in the room with his master. He could just ignore him.

 

Trying to force himself to read, it became harder and harder. This curiosity couldn’t be shut down. Snapping his fingers, the book vanished, and he sighed. Never once did he see an appeal in interacting with a human. They were inferior, brainless, fools. He never once thought humans were fascinating. This new master was catching his eye. For what reason? It was the way he was acting. Was it real? Fake? This was no good. It was a human. Getting attached was a terrible idea.

[ACuckoo]

“Uh oh.” Kay wrapped his arm around his dog and pulled him close, though Anubis seemed to want to stay as near to Zokhla as possible. “He said he’d burn the house down if we took a picture of him. I wouldn’t show it to anyone, Zokhla.” Kay pouted as he let his struggling dog go so it could cuddle up closer to the djinn. At least one of his dogs seemed to trust their new companion and make him feel welcome. Or at least Kay hoped he felt somewhat welcomed considering Fenrir was so mean to him. “It would just be for my personal collection. But whatever. Maybe later when you’re more comfortable. I promise the camera won’t steal your soul.” Kay winked at the other before he was ignored in favor for the book. Zokhla probably just didn’t know how to talk to humans well…

 

When the djinn moved Anubis went with him, and Kay let out a small chuckle. Zokhla didn’t seem like a dog person, but Anubis had taken to him quite well. Everyone loved Anubis; it was only a matter of time before the djinn warmed up to him as well. In the meantime, Kay kept himself busy by reading manga online until he noticed his new friend was looking at him again. The book had disappeared from his hands as well.

 

“Couldn’t get into it? That’s okay. The Crucible is a heavy read. You need something lighter since you’re here now getting used to things back in the human world.” Kay stood and made his way back to a pile of books on the floor, a pile that looked to hold only comic books. “You didn’t want to read The Walking Dead so… Oh! I forgot to tell you my name in all the excitement. I’m Kay Cadeau. I noticed you’ve been calling me master and uhh… Yeah don’t do that. That’s not a wish! Not a wish, my dogs will kill me if I waste a wish on something like that when I promised them nice things. But please don’t call me master. It’s gross. Makes me shiver….” His body trembled for good measure to make sure Zokhla knew it made him uncomfortable. “Besides I wouldn’t really consider myself your master. I’m more like… A client. So I’m Kay. Just Kay.” With all that done, Kay grabbed one of his favorite comics from one of his favorite series and sat back down next to his dog and Zokhla.

 

“Doctor Who! Listen, this is a TV show but they made comics of it and the comics are amaaaaazing.” He set the book down in Zokhla’s lap, grinning the entire time. “I bet this is more up your alley than The Walking Dead. You should try to read all of them. You’ll have time at night since I’ll probably have you sleep in here. I can set out the air mattress so you have something to sleep on unless you want to go back in the ring to sleep. Do you sleep even? Actually….” Kay grabbed a hold of his dog and pulled the heavy beast onto his lap, not caring that Anubis wanted to continue cuddling with Zokhla. “I don’t know anything about you or what you are. Care to share? Like what do you do for fun? Were you always a djinn? Do eat normal people food? Do you eat at all? Just… Tell me everything.” Even Anubis knew that Kay was being much too invasive, but the young man didn’t care. This was his one opportunity to talk to someone from a completely different world and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.

[Raychu]

Steal his soul? Zokhla may not have been knowledgeable about technology, that didn’t mean he was clueless either. It was obvious a simple device wasn’t going to take his soul. The ring already claimed that. This human must be stupid to make that sort of joke. It wasn’t even close to being comedic. It just made the djinn cringe and scratch his head in confusion. If that was a joke, it had no point, and it was just poor. No more words could even match to how terrible the joke as, only worsening with the wink. Humans were idiots.

 

Dogs. The djinn has an endless list why dogs were terrible creatures. Every time he met a pampered pooch, the list only grew longer. He could count the terrible things about cats on two hands, that was it. He favored the less monstrous animal. Anubis was a monster in size, his fur was getting everywhere, and Zokhla was not pleased by the situation one bit. This dog was attaching to him, that was new, and abnormal. He was unsure how to deal with the white furball. The blond preferred an aggressive dog over a big puffball invading his space.

 

“No need to clarify. You didn’t even say ‘I wish.’ If you want something granted, it needs to be started with those two words. That should be obvious for your small mind, master,” he said with a slight chuckle. It was nice to know a simple title made the user feel uncomfortable. This was something to make the contract difficult, which pleased the djinn. If it bothered Kay, he was pleased with it.

 

“I’ve already read The Crucible, don’t baby me with picture books. Also, you need to understand there is a personal boundary. You and your canine.” With a snap of the fingers, Zokhla instead sat upside down on the ceiling (the comics falling from his lap), in his normal criss-cross position. Crossing his arms, he stared down at his master from above. Now the dog couldn’t continue to spread its fur on his body, and Kay couldn’t get in his space.

 

“First of all, sleeping and eating is optional, I don’t need either to survive. Secondly, knowing if I was always a djinn is my personal business. You are a nosy master. You do realize that I’m here due to a contract and nothing more, correct? There is no reason to talk with me. I don’t intend to become your friend,” he hissed aggressively, a frown tugging at his lips. Talking wasn’t necessary to the contract. Well, it was only necessary when he was granting something.

[ACuckoo]

“First all all, my mind isn’t small.” Kay said as he stood, looking at the now upside down djinn. What a little bitch he was. Kay had dealt with his type plenty of times. If this djinn thought he was any different than the idiots Kay had to deal with in his life, then he was highly mistaken. “Secondly, if it pleases you to call me master, then go for it. Believe me, I’ll get used to it really fast. Finally, you’re no different than the humans you seem to hate so much. Everyone always judges me, asking me why I went one route over another, telling me I’m just a guy with a little mind who is wasting everything inside of it. You’re no more than a glorified human, and frankly I see no glory in your position. Last I checked a servant was pretty low on the totem pole, and that’s exactly what you are. A servant with magical powers.” Kay shook his head as he turned around and opened the door for his dog. “Come on, Anubis. This guy can’t even recognize when somone’s trying to be nice to him. Guess Fenrir was right about him.”

 

He shut the door on the djinn, debating whether or not he even wanted to deal with him. He understood where the other was coming from. He knew that after how ever many millennia Zokhla had to put up with humans he had every right to hate them. He had every right to treat them like the vermin they were. He had every right to think that Kay was no different than masters who took advantage of his powers, but Kay wouldn’t stand for being talked down to like that. He didn’t expect the djinn to respect him, but he sure as hell wouldn’t put up with being treated like garbage. It happened too much and regardless if it were his parents or a djinn he wouldn’t be okay with it.

 

“Hey, Fenny… I’m sorry I kicked you out. You tried to warn me. Anubis and I are just too trusting.” Kay bent to pet his shiba inu, recalling all of the times his parents and professors and classmates criticized him for not using that intelligence of his. A genius like him shouldn’t be working at a coffee shop, playing video games, or reading comics. He should be holed up in a laboratory doing nothing that helped no one. At least as a barista he helped start people’s day every single morning.

 

Not that Zokhla knew he was a genius. It wasn’t something Kay liked to brag about. Still for him to say such things really pissed him off. Zokhla didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person to recognize that he pushed Kay to his breaking point, and even if he did he wouldn’t care. On the other hand, as he sat there playing with his dogs, Kay started to feel guilty for the things he had said to the other. He knew he would eventually go back in that room and apologize. So which one was more human?

 

“Zokhla,” Kay answered his own question out loud with a grin. Oh, the djinn had no idea how human he was. “He learned his cruelty from humans.” The dogs both whimpered causing Kay to chuckle. “It’s alright. Don’t be sad, guys. I’ll go out later and buy you both treats. Won’t that make you happy?” As soon as he said “treat” both dogs barked happily, snuggling close to their master in what Kay assumed was a thank you for taking such good care of them.

[Raychu]

Zokhla wasn’t completely heartless, as his title implied. It was obvious the other was unhappy with his comments. Why the sudden outburst of emotion? Good question. The djinn didn’t appreciate being the outlet for Kay to de-stress on. Yes, he was being inconsiderate, that didn’t mean he needed to have a complete tantrum over simple words. The blond couldn’t even tell why he was that upset. He never questioned the other or what route he took? That was repressed feelings that he had no part of. If his master was over humans questioning his choices, he needed to get mad at them, not him. The most the djinn was being was ill-mannered, impolite, insulting, the list went on. He wouldn’t dare question his master’s life choices. It wasn’t his business. The insult of being small minded had nothing to do with the decisions he made. Kay added that in there on his own.

 

A glorified human? A servant with magical powers? This guy knew exactly what to say to irritate the djinn. If harm could be done, this may be the first time he ever truly considers it. Sadly, that was not in the contract for the djinn. He knew better than to harm a vulnerable human. That would just be pathetic of him to use that magic for something harmful. Zokhla would never dare to stoop so low as to use his only gift against someone else. He hated being a toy to throw away, he did enjoy the perks of the magic. Using something his master lacks to put him at risk was childish. Even the djinn had some sort of honor.

 

“Servant… Did he seriously call me a servant?” The blond was muttering under his breath, biting the tip of his fingernail. The problem was, his master wasn’t wrong. Technically, he was a servant, under the control of the ring. Without that ring, no one could lay a finger on him. No demands, wishes, or power could be granted to them. With the ring was a completely different story. This frustrated the other. He was boiling from that fact he couldn’t even say anything to defend himself. He was just a magical servant. This wasn’t something he even wanted. Wouldn’t everyone be a little irritable after having spent many years forced to obey every wish and command? Well, Zokhla was, and the time spent alone justified his poor attitude.

 

What was he supposed to do now? Apologize? Absolutely not. For his sharp attitude and offensive comment was one thing. However, his master tacked on more issues than he was apart of. If he apologized for one thing, it felt like he’d be apologizing for them all. Not once in his entire lifetime has he expressed regret and guilt over his behaviors. This one incident of being scolded wouldn’t change anything. It shouldn’t. It did. He felt guilty just because he was unaware of his master’s situation. He was not going to be the bigger person and apologize. That was almost giving so many people the satisfaction knowing he would finally bow down with sympathy. He wasn’t called Zokhla the Heartless for nothing.

 

Gently placing himself back right-side up on the floor, he picked up the comics. Maybe it was worthy giving these a chance? He’d never really read a comic before. Just the art couldn’t hold his interest. This was the artist’s view of their story, not his own. Time was changing and he needed to learn to adapt. Reading one comic couldn’t be so bad, could it? No. This was ridiculous. He was not going to read a child’s book.

 

Snapping his fingers, the comics disappeared from the floor. He considered the option of leaving the room. If he wanted to return to the ring, which he did at the moment, he needed to be close enough to touch the jewel. Outcome A is that Kay yells at him again. Outcome B is he gets in the ring with no problem. Worth the risk.

 

Zokhla stepped outside the room, following the stronger sense of magic. The farther the ring was from him, the less magic energy he held. Had he stayed in the air any longer, he would’ve fell and hit the floor. The blond learned that one the hard way. Stepping into plain sight of his master, he frowned.

 

“Allow me to touch the ring and return to my current home. That way, neither of us has to deal with each other for the rest of the night. Just call my name when you want me to return. Let me remind you one more time. The longer you take to wish, the longer I’m going to be here. Clearly having me around as company for a short period of time has angered you in some unexplainable way. Humans are the cause of you being faulted in some way for your decisions, not me. Preferably next time, scold me for my actions alone, not other humans. I am me, they are them,” he said in a calmer tone. Zohkla was being hypocritical. He knew all humans weren’t the same, he still treated them as if they were. It was a thought process he didn’t care to change.

[ACuckoo]

Kay’s eyes narrowed when Zokhla showed his face again, though in nearly that same instant he calmed down. It was too much effort to be angry at the djinn and besides, Fenrir started barking and he would have gotten a headache between being angry and his dog going crazy beside him. Through a series of “shhh, shhh, calm down Fenny, shhhh” and then finally “Shut the fuck up, Fenrir damn!” the apartment fell into silence. Kay stood as he locked eyes with Zokhla.

 

“You’re right,” he said nonchalantly and with a shrug once the djinn finished speaking. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you for the things my family and teachers all think about me. You definitely remind me of those bastards, but you’re not them at the end of the day.” He chuckled as he spoke, finding the whole stupid situation just that: a stupid if not amusing situation. “You don’t even know what I’m talking about in regards to my decisions. You don’t even know the first thing about me so yeah. You’re right. Sorry.”

 

Anubis had slowly crawled on his belly towards Zohkla, as if he somehow understood that the djinn wasn’t too fond of his species. Still, he wanted to try and Kay smiled as he watched the white, fluffy dog slowly make his way to the other. But Kay wasn’t quite done yet.

 

“All that being said, stop being such a damn asshole. Then I won’t have to yell at you. I said you don’t know the first thing about me and that’s true so at least get to know me if you’re going to insult me every damn moment. It’s not your company that pisses me off, it’s your mouth.” And with that he was finally finished saying what he needed to say. This djinn was annoying, but what could he expect from a mystical being? Zokhla’s had centuries, even more than that, to the perfect his asshole-ness. Of course he’d be annoying.

 

Kay held out his hand so the other could touch the ring. “You can go away now if you want. I don’t care if you do or not. But if you don’t then you’re going to help me walk my dogs.”

[Raychu]

"One thing I've learned about you is that you have a vulgar way of speaking," Zokhla commented, sighing. Was he a child? No. Why did this human have to scold him like one? Kay, was that his name? This human being was making the djinn feel like a child who was guilty of sticking his hands in the cookie jar. Never once did anyone comment on the way he spoke to them. His previous masters would shrug him off and ignore him. Having someone actually scold him was demeaning. Having his master tell him not to be an "asshole" wasn't going to just change his attitude. Humans deserved this much from him. That included all humans. Good or bad.

 

"Are you-" Coughing, he stopped himself from insulting the other once again. "That is a poor idea due to the fact only you can see me. Besides your... dogs. If I remember right, the leash would be floating in air if I were to hold it. Very compromising for the both of us, understand? I'll spend my time with my books."

 

Tapping the ring, he disappeared from the room. Looking around his... home, it looked like a library. Despite the ring being small, the inside was large. Hr was surrounded by many bookshelves with books from different eras. Zokhla was in heaven when he was back in the ring, in a weird way. He hated being locked up, he preferred being away from the human. He couldn't have it both ways. Interacting with humans or sitting peacefully in the ring? His obvious choice was the latter.

 

That didn't stop it from getting boring. The djinn floated around anxiously, waiting to be called out once again. Being in here for so long became dreadful. He wanted out now. He wanted to be free. Why were humans so desperate to only wish for themselves? Why couldn't he get a wish? Everything was unfair. He should have to stop acting as human's puppet and enjoy his own life. Being eternally trapped in a ring wasn't enjoyable in the slightest. His collection of books was amazing. That was the only thing.

 

"I want out," he hissed, knowing the other couldn't hear. Zokhla tried to sit down and read one of the many books he owned, only to stop reading halfway. He didn't regret going back in while the human tended to his daily activities, he just wanted out, period. The story of the boy who turned into a djinn never ended. This never ended for him and he just wished it would.

 

"Master. What can I do for you?? He questioned as he was called out of the ring. Even if he didn't seem like it, he appreciated that he was finally back, and not stuck in the same place for another eternity. He stretched his arms as if he hadn't had enough room to do so before. The air and gravity in the human world was much different from his own. He didn't have air in his little room, and he was constantly floating due to the lack of gravity. He needed to use magic to keep his bookshelves in their proper places.