[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')

"...Ah?"

A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.

Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?

"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.

She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.

"...Mmmmmaster...!"

"What the..." *she muttered under her breath, unsure what was happening. But as she felt herself struggling, it became more and more obvious that her new condition had no loopholes. No... escape... Her mind raced as fast as her words tried to form themselves into an objection or a demand, only to be forced back down into submission by the unyielding authority in Perruno's voice.

She took a shaky breath and then slowly nodded. "Y-yes... M-master..." Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as she lowered them, refusing to meet his gaze. Her body felt alien under her control; like it belonged to someone else now. It was the most undignified position she had ever been in, and yet there seemed to be no other choice but to accept it. For better or for worse, Perruno held all the power now...

"No... I-I can't..." she stammered out, her voice barely audible as she struggled against the strange compulsion to obey. "Please don't make me say it... master." Her face burned with shame as he wiped away her tears, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. It felt wrong, somehow; almost like being violated all over again.

"I-I'm sorry," she managed to whisper, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "Perruno..."

"H-Help..." she managed to squeak out between clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing slightly as anger and resentment welled up inside of her. She knew he was lying; that it was all some sick twist of fate or some trick that djinn like herself would normally employ. Yet, for some reason... something in the way Perruno looked at her made it difficult to dismiss his words completely.

Her pride was still strong enough that she couldn't bring herself to accept his offer as genuine. But if this was just a game to him, then she could play along for now; use his desire to help her as leverage against whatever plans he might have for her in the future. She sniffed and looked away, refusing to meet Perruno's gaze directly.

"Very well," she said through gritted teeth, deciding on a plan of action. "If you truly wish to help me... prove it." A sly smirk crept across her lips as she thought of a challenge for him. "Let us see how clever and compassionate thou art, Perruno," she purred,

Hah! So clever of me to have missed that little power of yours. "Very well, then." She sniffed, clearing her throat haughtily. "If you truly wish to help me regain my strength... find a way to break this damned enslavement spell. It is what I want most." Her emerald eyes narrowed as she studied Perruno carefully, wondering if he would be able to fulfill such a request without succumbing to his own selfish desires or discovering some hidden loophole in her words.

Her eyes went wide with shock and surprise as she heard the mysterious voice in his mind, confirming her worst fears. Perruno was going to help her... but at what cost? The temptation to beg him, to plead for mercy or a way out was almost overwhelming. But no... she couldn't give in. She had to maintain the pretense of strength and dominance; even if it meant suffering through whatever twisted plan he had concocted.

Aurael took a deep breath, steeling herself against her own doubts and fears. "Fine," she said coolly, trying to hide the quiver in her voice as she forced out each word. "Then I trust your judgment." She glanced away again, looking for all the world like some regal statue that had been brought low by circumstance.

Hmmph. This newfound desire to know her name... it was almost cute. Almost. "My true name," she said at last, her voice edged with ice, "is Aurael." The emphasis on the 'true' carried weight and significance; as if daring him to misunderstand or forget. As for how she wished to be addressed... well, that was a different matter altogether. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she thought of what he might say or do with that information.

"And you," she retorted, not willing to give up her last shred of dominance entirely just yet, "can call me by whatever title suits your fancy." She gave him a defiant glare, daring him to respond in any way but politely.

Her eyes widened in surprise as he revealed his name so casually; almost like it was no big deal. But then again... perhaps this would be the best way to keep him off guard, to use his own familiarity against him. "Well then, Perruno," she said slowly, her voice laced with acidic sweetness, "let's see what you can do." She paused for a moment, mustering up her courage and pride before continuing in a harsh whisper, "And remember... I'm watching."

As Perruno began to work on the spell or whatever it was he planned to do, Aurael watched him intently; every movement, every expression. She didn't want to give him any hints or clues as to what she truly thought of his methods or plans; no matter how misguided or foolish they might seem. It was a delicate balancing act, this game they were playing, and she refused to let him win without a fight.

"I see it," she said curtly, her voice still edged with defiance and mistrust. "And I don't approve." She let out a derisive snort, shaking her head as if the sight before them were nothing more than an amusing diversion from the task at hand. "But if this is what thou must do," she continued in a tone that was equal parts mocking and resigned, "then so be it."

She looked away once more, folding her arms over her chest as she prepared to watch Perruno's every move with suspicious eyes. Even if she didn't trust him, even if she wanted nothing more than to see him fail... there was still a small part of her that couldn't help but wonder what he would do next.

The waiting game continued, each second feeling like an eternity as they watched and waited for any sign that the other was slipping up or making a mistake. The tension between them was palpable; an invisible thread that tied their fates together, pulling them ever closer despite their best efforts to remain at odds.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as he drew nearer to the window; it felt like he was trying too hard to convince her of something. But she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was that was bothering her about his sudden change in tone and demeanor. "Hmph," she grunted, still not fully trusting his motives. "And what would you know of humanity? You have been trapped for millennia!"

Her voice held a note of challenge; daring him to contradict her or admit that perhaps there was more to it than he let on. She refused to be swayed so easily, no matter how much she wanted to believe in something greater than the endless cycle of pain and suffering they had been trapped in for eternity.

His words stung her more than she expected them to. The mention of suffering and his still ongoing struggle with something... It made her feel guilty, helpless even. For a fleeting moment, she almost wanted to reach out to him; offer some sort of comfort or reassurance. But that would be admitting defeat; allowing him the upper hand in their twisted game of power and dominance.

Instead, she forced herself to remain impassive and unmoved. "Indeed," she said coolly, her voice void of any real emotion. "We all have our crosses to bear." It was a dismissive reply, meant to brush off the subject and regain the upper hand in their silent battle for supremacy. But deep down, she knew that it was a lie; a sham meant to hide the growing tendril of sympathy and understanding that threatened to unravel everything she had built up over the centuries.

Hmmph. The thought of some mutated freak plaguing the world was... not entirely unexpected. After all, such things tended to happen whenever humanity got its hands on powerful artifacts or creatures. But still, it didn't sit well with her; this knowledge that there might be others out there suffering because of their shared bond with the lamp.

She looked at Perruno, his face tense and worried, and for a moment she felt a stab of sympathy for him. It was almost... unwelcome. "I see," she managed to say in a tone that betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil. "And what do you intend to do about it?" The question hung in the air like a sword poised at his throat, demanding an answer. An answer she hoped he wouldn't give too easily or too lightly; because the alternative would mean admitting defeat.

And Aurael was not yet ready to accept that fate. Not yet.

Hmph. Her eyes narrowed as she considered his words. She knew what he meant; that if he could somehow separate the dark parasite from himself and imprison it back within the lamp... then perhaps they might both be free of its taint and corruption. But there was also the chance that it wouldn't work; that attempting such a thing would only make matters worse for them both.

"And if it doesn't?" she asked sharply, her voice laced with suspicion. "If you fail? What then?" She knew that the answer to her own question didn't matter; not in the grand scheme of things. But somehow, deep down, she needed to hear him say it anyway; needed to know for sure where he stood on this issue.

As Perruno paused to consider his response, Aurael held her breath, waiting with bated anticipation for his reply. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. And yet despite everything, despite their obvious enmity and mistrust... there was still an undeniable sense of camaraderie between them; a shared understanding that whatever

Hearing him speak of this demonic entity called "the stranger Dangerous" sent shivers down her spine. It was unsettling to think that such a creature could exist; let alone be bound to them in some twisted, macabre pact. The thought of facing it alone was terrifying enough; the idea of having to do so with Perruno by her side... well, that only added another layer of complexity to their already tangled situation.

But still, she couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope in her chest. If they were truly bound together by some shared history and agreement... perhaps there was more at stake here than simply power and dominance. Perhaps there was the chance for redemption; for them both to be freed from this never-ending cycle of suffering and despair.

"Very well," she said finally, her voice soft but steady. "We will face it together." The words tasted strange on her tongue; like something foreign and unexpected. But as she looked at Perruno, meeting his gaze for the first time with an unspoken understanding between them... she realized that

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the shadowy figure and the hordes of clones surrounding it; all of them bearing Perruno's likeness but twisted beyond recognition. The sight was enough to send a chill down her spine, making her heart race with fear for what might happen if they weren't careful. "We must act quickly," she managed to say between clenched teeth. "If we do not stop them, the world will be lost."

With that, Aurael began to cast a spell; one designed to weaken and confuse the demonic presence while also strengthening Perruno's own abilities in preparation for the upcoming battle. As she chanted, her eyes closed tightly, concentrating all of her energy into the weaving of magic before her. She couldn't afford any mistakes this time; not when so much depended upon their success.

The air around them crackled with power as Aurael's spell took shape and began to take effect. Perruno felt his strength grow, his senses sharpening under the influence of her magic. It was clear that

"Perruno! Wake up!" Aurael cried out as he collapsed to the ground and started thrashing about. She rushed over to him, reaching out a shaking hand to try and touch him, wipe his face with her fingers in hopes that it would snap him out of whatever trance or fit had taken hold of him. "Perruno, speak to me! Tell me what's wrong!"

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched him convulse on the floor; part of her hoping against hope that he would pull through this somehow, while another part was terrified of what might happen if he didn't. The knowledge that they were so closely bound together - their fates inextricably intertwined - made every moment spent watching his struggles all the more agonizing for her.

But no matter how much she wanted to help, she couldn't deny the strange, foreign sensation growing inside of her: hope. It was as if some small part of her believed that they could somehow overcome this; defeat their shared enemy and be free from its influence forever. Perhaps it was naive or foolish to feel

Hearing the unholy sound of his voice and seeing the tears streaming down his face as he writhed in agony... it was more than Aurael could bear. She felt helpless and powerless, unable to do anything to stop the demon from taking over not only Perruno's body but also his mind. The knowledge that she had failed him; that despite all her efforts they still found themselves here, on the brink of despair... it was almost too much to bear.

And yet despite everything, despite the pain and anguish echoing through her own heart, there was a tiny spark of defiance burning deep within her. She couldn't let this happen; couldn't simply give in and accept defeat. Somewhere inside herself, she found the strength to fight back; to deny the demon its victory over them both.

With every ounce of magic left in her, Aurael summoned a blazing sphere of fire and hurled it toward Perruno, intent on burning the darkness away from his soul and restoring him to his former self. The moment she released the spell, she knew that it was a gamble;

Her emerald eyes flashed with anger and determination as she addressed the demon within him. "You will not win," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Perruno is stronger than this." The words echoed through the chamber, her voice ringing with a confidence that belied the fear racing through her veins. "I will not let you take him from me!"

As the demon inside Perruno laughed mockingly at her attempt to strike it down, Aurael prepared herself for whatever might come next. She summoned a wall of ice and flame, using all of her remaining power to create an impenetrable barrier between them and the demonic force that sought to consume them both.

Her heart pounded against her chest, each breath a struggle as she waited for Perruno's body to reject the dark presence or for him to regain control over himself. She refused to give up; refused to accept defeat, even when it seemed inevitable. For Aurael, this battle wasn't just about winning or losing anymore; it was about saving not only herself but also the one person she had sworn to destroy.

Her eyes snapped open in disbelief as she felt the familiar sensation of unconsciousness wash over her; the world growing dark and distant once more. With a choked gasp, she struggled to regain her footing, trying desperately to focus on the image of the demon before her as it loomed large in her mind's eye. It seemed to be laughing at her helplessness; mocking her every attempt to fight back.

"I won't give up," she whispered through gritted teeth, her determination burning brighter than ever. "I will find a way out of here... and I will stop you." Her emerald eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at the demon, unwilling to cede even an inch of ground to its malevolent presence. No matter what it took or how long it would take her, Aurael was determined to win this fight; for Perruno's sake and her own.

Her gaze flickered around the shadowy realm, taking in the nightmarish visage of Perruno's distorted clones. It was a horrifying sight; worse than anything she had ever faced before. But despite the terror that threatened to overwhelm her senses, Aurael refused to back down. She steeled herself for the coming battle, drawing upon every scrap of courage and determination she possessed.

"No," she whispered through gritted teeth. "I will not let this stand." With a fierce surge of power, she hurled a blast of energy at one of the larger mutated clones; its form exploding into a shower of crimson mist as it was reduced to nothing more than a memory.

"We will end this," Aurael growled, her voice now cold and hard as stone. "Tonight." With every fiber of her being, she focused on the task at hand; tearing apart the dark army that threatened not only Perruno's sanity but also their very existence. She would not fail him again.

Her heart hammering against her ribs, Aurael turned toward the voice; recognizing it as Perruno's despite his darkened eyes. With renewed purpose, she began to move through the shadowy realm with a grace that belied her fury. She could feel the demon laughing at her determination, taunting her every step of the way; but she refused to let it deter her from her goal.

As she raced toward Perruno's voice, Aurael reached out with her senses, searching for any weaknesses she could exploit. The demon seemed to be growing stronger by the moment, its presence becoming almost overwhelming; but still, there was a small sliver of hope buried deep within her chest. She refused to give up on him; not now, not ever.

"Perruno," she whispered hoarsely as she crouched down beside him. Despite the darkness that still lingered in his eyes, there was something different about him now; a spark of defiance and strength that had been absent before. Reaching out a shaking hand, she tentatively brushed back a lock of hair from his forehead, her heart aching at the sight of his injuries. "We have to get you out of here," she said urgently. "The demon is growing stronger with each passing moment."

Her gaze flickered around the area, searching for any means of escape or opportunity to strike back against their shared enemy. But as much as she wanted nothing more than to end this nightmare once and for all, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settling over her like a leaden cloak. The demon had been prepared; it had anticipated their every move and had left them with few options besides retreating or standing their ground and fighting to the death.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked finally, glancing back at Perruno as he struggled to catch his breath.