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Warning: Terror!
Characters: Boss, Asmodai, Lucas Greene
"En tien Allah Cluman," Francis finished the spell and snapped close the antique book. He looked up to Asmodai with a sneer. She rubbed her thumb and fingers against the edge of one her manacles.
"Nnn.." she whined, for once feeling at a loss for words. Asmodai, despite appearing larger-than-life in a floating, twelve-foot tall form, despite her every proclamation of being "GREAT" and "POWERFUL", despite her usual impetuous confidence...She looked small. She held no power of her own. She felt her will slipping away. The djinni looked at Frances with terror in her eyes. That was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long while: pure, teeming horror for what awful magick someone might unleash on the world through her.
And what an unassuming person was he to wield her power. Not especially tall, weighing in at a buck-fifty - tops. And young. Not truly so young as he appeared, but still. He wasn't like the others. Noblemen and kings vied to command the power of a djinn. But there was nothing regal about Francis, unless you considered his body count: like a character out of Game of Thrones. And the way he looked down on her - that was like the others, too..
"Asmo?" The faint voice of Lucas took hold of her attention, and she tried to swallow her fear. Asmodai had been unable to do anything of use since the spell began, and so Lucas had been lying in a heap since he tried to interrupt Francis and was consequently hit upside his head with the thick tome the other boy was reading from. Lucas was coming to now, but the djinni still could not reach him. She turned her back on Francis, making herself as much of an obstacle between he and Lucas as she could.
"Luc," she called quietly, pleading. She looked over his black-laced skin with worried eyes. "You have to get up. You have to get away from here."
"I can't leave without you," he said as he rubbed his head. He felt where it stung and then checked his hand; no blood, so he began to get up. Between Francis' attack, the fall which followed, and the strange effects of his abilities, he felt awful, but with effort he pulled himself onto his knees.
"No, you don't understand," she began. He couldn't know the danger he was in, but before further explanation could be given, Francis stepped forward, next to the djinni, to remind them he was still there.
"Oh, is your boy toy awake?" he asked, causing Asmodai to cringe. Lucas' looks hardened as he climbed onto his feet, which only made the older boy laugh, "That was pretty heroic, what you tried to do. Save the girl? I don't care much for heroes, though."
"Tough!" Luc shouted, black-veined eyes glaring, "Yeah, I'm going to save her - from an a*****e like you? Oh yeah."
"Luc.." Asmo whimpered, the tension between the two boys too thick for her to cut through, "Luc, you have to run.."
"What should we do with a hero, huh?" Francis asked, glancing up at Asmodai with an evil smirk. She didn't need to hear his intentions, she could feel them. She wanted to cry, but instead her body erupted in her signature blue flames, and smoke and wind began to whip around the room, a warning of his yet-unmade wishes.
"Run away, Luc! YOU HAVE TO RUN!" She screamed at him, her voice echoing with thunderous booms. She couldn't touch him, but her wind pushed him away, back towards the door he'd entered through.
"A-Asmo?" he stammered, now full of fear himself. She screamed again for him to run, and he saw no other option but to leave. It pained him to go alone, but he finally slipped out of the room. He ran down the hall to try and find help, but really - who could stop a djinni?
Inside the mangled classroom, Francis laughed again. Asmodai felt the change, and the storms that surrounded her quieted in response.
"He's small change, anyway. I've got bigger plans." He shrugged off Luc's escape. With the spellbook under one arm, and the djinni's vessel in the opposite hand, he headed for the door as well. He gave the small, ornate decanter a light squeeze as he went. "Let's get to work, huh?"
Sulking, Asmodai followed him. She knew what he wanted to do. And she knew what he wanted to hear. Defeated, she sighed.
"Yes, Boss..."
"Nnn.." she whined, for once feeling at a loss for words. Asmodai, despite appearing larger-than-life in a floating, twelve-foot tall form, despite her every proclamation of being "GREAT" and "POWERFUL", despite her usual impetuous confidence...She looked small. She held no power of her own. She felt her will slipping away. The djinni looked at Frances with terror in her eyes. That was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long while: pure, teeming horror for what awful magick someone might unleash on the world through her.
And what an unassuming person was he to wield her power. Not especially tall, weighing in at a buck-fifty - tops. And young. Not truly so young as he appeared, but still. He wasn't like the others. Noblemen and kings vied to command the power of a djinn. But there was nothing regal about Francis, unless you considered his body count: like a character out of Game of Thrones. And the way he looked down on her - that was like the others, too..
"Asmo?" The faint voice of Lucas took hold of her attention, and she tried to swallow her fear. Asmodai had been unable to do anything of use since the spell began, and so Lucas had been lying in a heap since he tried to interrupt Francis and was consequently hit upside his head with the thick tome the other boy was reading from. Lucas was coming to now, but the djinni still could not reach him. She turned her back on Francis, making herself as much of an obstacle between he and Lucas as she could.
"Luc," she called quietly, pleading. She looked over his black-laced skin with worried eyes. "You have to get up. You have to get away from here."
"I can't leave without you," he said as he rubbed his head. He felt where it stung and then checked his hand; no blood, so he began to get up. Between Francis' attack, the fall which followed, and the strange effects of his abilities, he felt awful, but with effort he pulled himself onto his knees.
"No, you don't understand," she began. He couldn't know the danger he was in, but before further explanation could be given, Francis stepped forward, next to the djinni, to remind them he was still there.
"Oh, is your boy toy awake?" he asked, causing Asmodai to cringe. Lucas' looks hardened as he climbed onto his feet, which only made the older boy laugh, "That was pretty heroic, what you tried to do. Save the girl? I don't care much for heroes, though."
"Tough!" Luc shouted, black-veined eyes glaring, "Yeah, I'm going to save her - from an a*****e like you? Oh yeah."
"Luc.." Asmo whimpered, the tension between the two boys too thick for her to cut through, "Luc, you have to run.."
"What should we do with a hero, huh?" Francis asked, glancing up at Asmodai with an evil smirk. She didn't need to hear his intentions, she could feel them. She wanted to cry, but instead her body erupted in her signature blue flames, and smoke and wind began to whip around the room, a warning of his yet-unmade wishes.
"Run away, Luc! YOU HAVE TO RUN!" She screamed at him, her voice echoing with thunderous booms. She couldn't touch him, but her wind pushed him away, back towards the door he'd entered through.
"A-Asmo?" he stammered, now full of fear himself. She screamed again for him to run, and he saw no other option but to leave. It pained him to go alone, but he finally slipped out of the room. He ran down the hall to try and find help, but really - who could stop a djinni?
Inside the mangled classroom, Francis laughed again. Asmodai felt the change, and the storms that surrounded her quieted in response.
"He's small change, anyway. I've got bigger plans." He shrugged off Luc's escape. With the spellbook under one arm, and the djinni's vessel in the opposite hand, he headed for the door as well. He gave the small, ornate decanter a light squeeze as he went. "Let's get to work, huh?"
Sulking, Asmodai followed him. She knew what he wanted to do. And she knew what he wanted to hear. Defeated, she sighed.
"Yes, Boss..."
