(Disclamer:Neequithah is my property. Well not really but she is a fellow demon. Please forgive her Hannibal Lecter attitude. I think she’s his great Grandma or something. Anyway Aladdin and Jasmine and the others are all copyright Disney. Oh yah and Mozenrath too.)
Rated: R
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Neequithah fell from the strange blue-black portal that had ensnared her during her hunt. Growling with frustration, she began using her tongue to clean her finely clawed hand, which was still slightly bloody from the fresh kill. Only when she had completed her grooming did she bother to look about her at the surroundings.
A twisted snarl escaped her jaws as she tried to rip the bars from about her. She jerked back as the ferocious sting traveled throughout her system. Her dark maroon eyes searched the area.
Her captor came soon enough. His clothing was created to accompany the dark decor. His face was so pale that for a moment Neequithah wondered if she was staring at the seventh moons brother. His eyes and hair were the same midnight black as her worlds sun.
Purring inquisitively at the newcomer, Neequithah stood to her full height, black and maroon rags barely covering the essentials of her mahogany skin. She tossed her thick mop of dread-locked black hair and contemptuously glared at him with slitted eyes.
The man smiled in a confident, off-handed way. He had pride this one.
Neequithah twitched her long tail to and fro. "Who, I wonder, might you be now?" She spoke with a strange accent. Rough, with an almost gossamer coat of seduction attached to it.
The man gave a graceful sweeping bow. "Forgive me. How rude. I am Mozenrath. Ruler of the Land of the Black Sands. I summoned you, my lady."
" A lord humm. How rube." She eyed him. " So. Would you mind telling me who you killed to entertain yourself with this position?" A fanged grin came over her face as surprise flickered across his. " I know evil when I smell it." She crossed her arms in a cool, I-am-in-control-now stance. "So, was there a purpose in your magiking? Or merely seeing how far your power could...stretch?"
" Calling you will have a purpose soon enough. You will of course stay here until I am finished divulging that purpose." Mozenrath looked up at the odd sound she was making. Like hot bubbling blood.
" Will I now?" She said this as though actually asking a question. Her face held an intensely curious look that refused to touch her eyes. " I do suppose someone like you wouldn’t bother summoning a demon if you didn’t have some...means of containing it."
Mozenrath gave her a sweet smile. " My dear. I would not dream of containing you." He snapped his fingers
Neequithah watched as the cage door swung open. Almost gingerly she steeped down. " Thank you. I hate to be caged. Like putting a starling in a cage. Have you ever seen a starling..Mozenrath?" She said it so very conversationally, Mozenrath was inclined to forget what exactly he was dealing with.
"Yes." He indicated a seat.
Neequithah made no hesitation, only a swift sudden movement to sit. "Forgive me. I’m not used to having such a...congenial host. You are either very powerful or very very naive." She leaned in close." I wonder now..which?"
"Powerful enough to handle your kind." Mozenrath reached for a wine glass. "Chianti?"
Neequithah accepted the cup.
" I don’t think you really want to kill me anywise." Mozenrath knew he may as well put his head on a chopping block with that comment. But he took the risk that she either didn’t want him dead or simply didn’t feel like going through the trouble at the moment.
" Oh really."
"Oh yes." He twisted his cup as though inspecting it. " In fact I believe you may find the proposition quite intriguing."
Neequithah leaned in closer. "I’m listening."
"I have a problem with a neighboring kingdom. Well not specifically the kingdom. It’s inhabitants."
"Let me guess. A hero." She watched Mozenrath’s face for any reaction. "His name wouldn’t be Aladdin by any chance now would?" The rising of Mozenrath’s eyebrows was all she needed to confirm her suspicion. " You of course want to see this man in absolute ruin."
Mozenrath sat forward now. " How did you..."
" As though it wasn’t obvious. You wish death, destruction, bloody mutilation. I don’t particularly care...I’ve done it all." Her eyes shifted in and out of the shadow as she talked. Her voice became low. A sweet seductive, yet unmistakably preditorial. " I wonder, what did Destain do to you?" The look on Mozenrath’s face was unmistakable fear. "He talks about you so often. But he never will tell me. What did he do to you? Surprised. Don’t be. Your really aren’t much more than a rube. A kittenish rube trained to wear silks and put on airs as he struts about like a peacock with a fan for a tail. You wallow in you own suffering. So completely inept of your surrounding. Your terrified of your own power. And why? Because you know what it’s going to take from you. You hate yourself and others see that. But they don’t dare help. No you’ve done to much for them to even begin to pity you. But, well, you don’t care now do you Mozenrath. You just want to make sure you get as far as you can before it’s all over. You want to be sure to leave a little something behind before everyone forgets you ever existed. And again... why? Because the thought of non-existence scares you. Are you afraid of death Mozenrath? Or afraid of not existing.?"
Mozenrath didn’t move for a long moment. He knew he was shivering. Something deep in him knew she was beyond right. So horribly horribly right. Bot he fought for control before the spell of her voice took him completely. But she had him now. And she wouldn’t let go of him until she was ready to.
"It will end for you Mozenrath. You can’t live forever. And even if you could, you wouldn’t want to. Oh no you wouldn’t. It’s going to hurt Mozenrath. Hurt like hell. Mater of fact....it may be hell." Neequithah kissed him. Not the soft kiss of a woman, the cold controlling kiss he had so often placed on the lips of a captive. But this was the first time he had been on the receiving end of such a kiss.
Neequithah broke contact. "You know and I know what you ask. And I am entirely capable of it. You want payback. But you of all people know...everything has a price."
"What do you want?" The question came out in a whispering voice.
"You. No not he physical you or your soul. Your soul is utterly worthless to me. What I want is your mind. I want to hear pieces of you. Your memories your thoughts. Little bits and pieces. Nothing specific unless I say so." She was painful close. "Well." There was no question in her voice. They both knew what he would answer. Like she said, ‘He wanted payback.’
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Mozenrath watched Neequithah. The demon, for that was
her species, insisted on having him within eyesight
during most of the day. Those dark, eerie maroon eyes
were always so near his. Maroon eye that always looked
intensely amused no matter what was happening. Those
eyes were enough to drive a man mad.
But she never lost her temper. Even his worst insults
could be bared by her slight smile and staring maroon
eyes. She was, of course, playing with his mind. She was
causing dreams to come that Mozenrath thought would
never come again.
But he pushed the thought away. Neequithah was coming
closer and she always seemed to have far to keen a
perception on what he was thinking.
She sat down in his lap, her tail moving into an awkward
position in his lap." What’s the matter?" She trailed a claw
down his face. "Surely the sorcerer could not be
troubled."
He let a small noise and attempted to move away.
Neequithah grabbed his head and twined her tail about
his legs. Mozenrath turned, half snarling and shot a wave
of energy through the demon’s arm. It didn’t shock him
to much to see her casually glance at the glove instead of
recoiling in pain.
"When are you going to learn. I am quite an advanced
demon Mozenrath." Her claw nicked his neck. A thin
tendril of blood advanced it’s way to his collar. "Now try
to be a good boy." She took one of her claws caked with
blood and forced Mozenrath’s mouth open. "I’m working
on our little Agrabah deal," She dripped the blood into his
mouth, "if you will just have patience."
Mozenrath felt the cool liquid push itself down his gullet.
He knew he couldn’t gag on it. But he wanted to.
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Neequithah sat in the tub. There was no water, no soap,
she was still wearing the miniscule outfit she had been
summoned in. But she was just sitting there. Relaxing, if
there had to be a word for what she was doing.
She sat there, head in clawed hand, her tail lazily
draping out of the porcelain. She stared out the window.
Watching the fading colors. Bit by bit they would mold and
shift. Careening in and out like a child who had spilt his
water colors over the sky. The night was coming fast.
Neequithah could fee the urge of a hunter deep inside
her. She was a hunter. She didn’t belong in this world,
and the light here rejected her because of it.
The thudding of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. "The
stars." She whispered as Mozenrath entered the room.
"What?" he said in an irritable tone.
"Merely mentioning a point in this dimensions favor. In
my world... you don’t see many stars."
"You say your world as though it belongs to you. Were you
a sort of ruler there?"
Neequithah laughed. An almost normal sound. "Good
gods and stars of Asteroph no. Our species has learned
the power.. no mater in what form must never be
contained in one soul element. Power is meant to be used
be the multitude, it keeps it young and fresh. One should
never cause the power to grow old and frail.. you can kill
it that way. "Neequithah pointed at the glove Mozenrath
wore. "That’s why your glove eats you. It’s desperate to
stay alive. It needs you to feed it’s energy. If you would
share your power with another. .. your hand might even
eventually turn normal again.
Mozenrath self-consciously rubbed his hand. "So you set your
magic free? Leaving it completely and totally vulnerable to
any one who would just come along and pick it up.
Sounds foolish."
Neequithah spun gracefully out of the tub and landed on
her clawed heel. "We do not simple leave it about. It....
fluctuates. It changes from hand to hand. Gathering
speeds and energy. You never know who had the power
first, because by the time the person receives the power
back....."
"It becomes so redistributed among the populace that
when it returns the power has gained knowledge. That’s
why your kind were so powerful. The magic never stays
the same" Mozenrath declared with sudden realization.
"Perhaps your not such a rube after all." Neequithah lay
back. She sniffed the air quietly. "I need to hunt. The
night air is in me."
Mozenrath smiled "I have just the place."
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Neequithah lifted her blood-soaked face from the stomach
of the corpse. Her black hair was caked to her mahogany
skin. She saw the barely controlled look of absolute
disgust on Mozenrath’s face.
"Are you quite finished?" He sounded as one on the verge
of hurling his guts up might sound.
"Yes." She looked down at the mutilation at her feet. "You
know for someone as probable to become necrophiliac
as you, you seem to have a problem with watching
someone die. "She dipped her hand into a well, leaving a
dirty surprise for the next thirsty traveler to find.
"It’s not so much the killing as the method I find
atrocious." Mozenrath grimaced at the body." For all your
apparent intelligence, your not much more than a
cannibal are you?"
"And how would you prefer to be eaten? With a nice
Chianti and some favha beans?" She looked at the
sorcerer. "You human call us demon’s evil.... Look at
yourselves. You humans are the only species that kill it’s
own kind for purpose other than mate and food. With all of
our kind nothing is wasted. From the youngest to the
oldest, all are feed." She looked at the corpse almost
pitifully. "Pushed away from what you call ‘a
sophisticated society’. "This man has outlived anyone who
would have cared for him. He had nothing, so I took
nothing when I killed him."
"And what if he was shunned? What if even the one
person he should have been able to trust from birth
didn’t want him. Why should he care?"
Mozenrath felt a strong ringing go off in the back of his
head.
"And why did he shun? What hurt him enough to try and
make others feel his pain?" She leaned in. "What wakes
him up at night with horrible nightmares. Why does he
hate the world?"
The meaning of her words hit Mozenrath like a brick wall.
She wanted information about him....now.
Neequithah knew she had hit the mark as she watched
Mozenrath’s face blush. "What did he do Mozenrath? What
did he do?"
A strange stinging feeling was in the back of his eyes. He
felt the tears beginning to spring, but forced them back. "I
don’t know." He said.
Neequithah let her face go dead pan." Very well."
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*His body was pressed down into the sheets. A hand
covered his mouth as the pressing on his buttocks
increased. Something was trying to enter him. Hands
trailed up and down his body. Pain seared through him as
the pressing turned into a hard thrusting. Oh those words
in hie ears. Little kittenlittlekittenlittlekitten. OH GOD! It
hurt so much.*
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Mozenrath shot up in bed, soaked in the sweat that the
dream always brought. He closed his eyes tight and tried
to remove the thought from him. He took several large
gulps of air as his body began to shiver. He began to
step down from the bed knowing he would not be able to
sleep anymore tonight.
" Did it hurt?"
Mozenrath spun about, two dark maroon eyes peered out
at him from the shadows.
"Did it hurt?" she said again, "And where did it hurt the
most, your pride, your mind, or was it just the sudden
vulnerability?" Neequithah was sitting in a chair across
from him. She didn’t move only watched as he rose and
tried to avoid the questioning.
What did she know, he questioned himself angrily, what
had she ever gone through, how could she have suffered,
perhaps that’s why she torments me with this. She
doesn’t know what it’s like to suffer, so she cannot
understand it. She can’t how much I want to forget it.
Mozenrath suddenly became aware of the small beads of
water making their way down his face. His mind
screamed out, "Don’t let her see them. She’ll use them
against you."
The sound of thunder provided the perfect opportunity to
hide them. He made it appear casual as he strolled out on
to the balcony. The rain washed over his hair and face,
mixing the salt with fresh fragrance. Gripping the balcony
rim, he shut his eyes and blinked back the tears.
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Mozenrath didn’t go to bed that night, the next night,
even the night after that he found sleepless. He stayed
awake, brooding, so deep in thought even Neequithah
couldn’t tell what he was thinking, even if she could. She
decided it better that she couldn’t. Apparently that
dream reliving such a moment was bringing a flood onto
Mozenrath’s mind. The pain, suffering, & humiliation. The
last part hurt more than anything. Even back then the
humiliation was most consistent. *Thats what Destain
loved the most. Tricking my pride before pushing me
down. *
The soft touch forced Mozenrath from his self-pity.
Neequithah looked questioningly at him. " I still do not
believe I will ever understand why you humans seek to
torment yourselves by reliving painful moments."
Mozenrath scowled," And how might I inquire, do you
demons manage not to relive your pain?"
"We are too busy causing it to others, we have no time to
concern ourselves," Neequithah said. She settled in
beside him so that she could see his reaction better. She
sighed as she found his face deadpan. "You are a
stubborn man, sorcerer. I do not believe I will ever
understand your kind."
Mozenrath looked up into her face, " Perhaps we are not
for you to understand, merely like playing a large game
on a board of life. The pieces have no name, no histories,
and are as unfamiliar to emotion as a hunting animal. You
merely play them so that they serve the purpose of
winning."
"You are saying this as though you wish to be nothing
more than a pieces on a board. Is this what you want?"
Neequithah queried. Mozenrath realized his possible
mistake in saying this. " No," he said with extreme
prejudice," This is not what I would wish for my lot in
life." "Then why do you seem to wish it so vehemently?"
she asked. Mozenrath growled to himself as he listened.
He pushed her away from him stalking off into the dark
halls of his citadel.
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Neequithah was not there as Mozenrath awoke the next
morning. Her eyes were staring off into the distance at
the gold domes and alabaster glow of the palace of
Agrabah. As Mozenrath joined her she whispered," I think
I have an idea."
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Aladdin and Jasmine sat beneath the weeping willows
beside the palace fountain. Jasmine giggled as the goldfish
nibbled at her fingers. Aladdin watched his wife with
pleasure. It was one of those beautiful lazy days that you
felt like doing nothing more than doing nothing. Aladdin
pulled Jasmine close for a sweet kiss. They were forced
to pull away from one another when a guard came
running up the steps and they realized that their peaceful
day wasn’t going to stay peaceful.
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Neequithah laughed as the inferno rose. It had taken
more than her fair share of power to increase such an
eruption in the dead center of the desert. The misty
maroon flames seem to gently tickle every building and
every person as they made their way up toward the
palace. The guards at the palace gate had not the chance
to breath for more than an instant before the flames
ensnared them, pushing past their mouths and into their
lungs. They fell at their posts, skin withering and blood
congealing. The flames pasted indifferently, the guards
were not their goal. The one mercy that the flame could
be conceived of showing was the victims never had the
opportunity to see their deaths coming. It rose into their
breath, destroying their lungs, the liver caving in on
itself, the heart slicing itself 4 ways, the skin withering
and the person dead... never to rise again.
Mozenrath watched the chaos. The silent corruptive
terror encased the town from the topmost tower to the
last grain of sand. He watched, chuckling darkly to
himself, as people died. He waited patiently for the hero
to come.
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Jasmine watched as her Aladdin rose above the flames,
only too grateful that she couldn’t see what was
happening beneath them. The screams were telling her
enough. Turning from her balcony she nearly fell, as she
slammed straight into a person. Mozenrath snatched her
hair, and twisted it around so that she couldn’t fight. He
pulled her arm, backwards, " Be quiet Princess", he
whispered in her ear as she recoiled from his touch , "I
may still have a use for you." He threw her hard away
from him and Neequithah caught her, holding her fast.
Jasmine screeched as she felt the claws dig in. She turned
as hard as she could, hoping her eyes would burn through
him," I should have known only someone like you could
be responsible for such a massacre. Only you would take
no care of human life."
Mozenrath gave her a slow and easy laugh followed by a
sweeping bow. "I assure you Princess, I deserve only
partial credit. Meet my assistant, Neequithah." Jasmine
stared into the dark maroon eyes, they were colder than
death with predator written in the iris’. "Good day your
majesty, " She said with mocking congeniality, "I wouldn’t
suggest you struggle. It will do you little good in any
situation with me." Her tail surged forward wrapping
about Jasmine’s middle.
Mozenrath lifted the princess’ chin, "Enough," he said.
"Neequithah put her in the dungeons and return. I’d like
for you to meet that hero I mentioned." Neequithah
nodded and pushed the Princess ahead of her. She waited
till they were half way down before she addressed her
again. " Don’t take this quite so personally, Princess. If it
makes you feel any better the sorcerer will be paying
quite a high price for my assistance, one I don’t think he
is quite ready to pay." She clipped the shackles to
Jasmine’s wrists. "Don’t worry, I’m sure your hero will be
here soon enough."
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Aladdin skimmed just over the top of the wild flames,
even in the midst of their ferocity he could see the
mutilations below. The screaming had stopped, as though
the deaths had come silent from the beginning. He
fought the desperate urge to jump in and save them. It
would do them no good now. If he was going to stop it he
would have to find the source. " Of all the times for Genie
to be vacationing." He motioned for Carpet to go lower
until they were possibly an inch from the flame. Aladdin
saw someone he recognized and dove for her hand.
"Sadira" he screamed and plunged his hands inward. Pain
seared through him momentarily as he pulled them back out.
They had withered. So much so that they looked like
Mozenrath’s. After waiting a moment the flesh
re-expanded itself. " Carpet, back to the palace!" he
shouted as they turned from the flames. Aladdin barely
had time to step off of his friend before a blue-black
flame nailed him to the wall.
Mozenrath glanced at his wrist, " You’re late." Aladdin
turned, glaring at the necromancer, " I should have
............" "Oh don’t bother, street-rat, your sweet princess
used up that cliche. I am again forced to admit how very
attractive I find her. Die easy, street-rat, and I may find
alternatives to her death." Aladdin gave an anguished yell
and lunged at the sorcerer’s throat. " No, no. Mustn’t be
rude now, must we." A wave of maroon pinned him and
encased his body forcing stillness upon him. It was a
sticky cocoon, incasing him, so cold it burned. Aladdin
turned his head to seek his attacker. Mozenrath smiled, "
Neequithah, perfect timing." Neequithah returned the
grin, "Never let it be said that demons are not punctual."
She extended a single claw and lifted Aladdin’s chin so
that his eyes met hers. "Why didn’t you tell me he was
this cute."
Mozenrath felt his stomach lurch with a combination of
repulsion and jealousy though he wasn’t sure which came
stronger. He motioned to the dungeon, " Put him down
there, in a separate cell from his wife. Search him,
especially for those damn lock picks." As soon as
Neequithah had him shackled she ruffled his hair ," You
know from the way he described you....." "What?" Aladdin
said trying to meet her eyes. She shrugged, "I just
thought you’d be bigger." She placed her hand and lifted
his chin again, permitting eye contact for a few moments,
letting the predatorial glow leave her face. " You aren’t
afraid of me, I can tell that much." Her voice turned silky
almost caring. " You have no true fear from your own life
but instead contemplate the survival of your love. She will
live, Aladdin. Mozenrath may not believe it but I have
every power over that. I also have the power to protect
her from other forms of persecution. So go to your death
hero knowing that your love is safe within my protection."
She touched her fingers to his lips once, he felt a warm
glow encasing his heart and lungs, the surge of pure
power filled him so much that he blacked out.
Neequithah released her grip on his head and let his
sleeping face fall. Moving across the cell she looked through
the wall and watched the princess on the other side, the
woman seemed deep in thought. Unmoving save for a
single tear dripping down her cheek. Neequithah lifted
her face to the sky, "This had better be worth it." She
looked at the couple," They had better be worth it."
A silent breeze was all that answered her ............
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Jasmine’s head snapped up as the cell door opened. "
Denari for your thoughts." came the softly demanding
voice. Jasmine did her best to turn and face the curious
maroon eyes. Neequithah stared deep into them. "
You’re more afraid than he is. But you force it away. In
many ways, Princess, you are stronger than he is. Your
fear borders on complete domination of your mind and
yet you manage to control it." She turned and began to
walk from the cell. " Just for reference your boyfriend is
in the next cell, this may be the last chance you have to
say hello to him. I must leave now, Mozenrath is probably
having quite a problem with my powers. That death cloud
I sent isn’t stopped easily."
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Right she was too. The flames were up to the palace walls
as though wishing to drip down on the sorcerer from
above. Despite his best efforts, every spell had remained
ineffective. Mozenrath looked up at the thrown and was
only too happy to see Neequithah lounging there, as
though she had been waiting for him. She looked about
and waved her clawed hand, carelessly, as the flames
dispersed... as if they had never existed. In fact the only
sign that they had ever been there were the mummified
bodies of most of Agrabha’s populace. Mozenrath sat
beside her. " It is tradition for executions to begin at
dawn. I’m not exactly the traditional type but in all
aspects Aladdin has been a formidable foe. I suppose I
could extend him that small courtesy." Neequithah looked
up at him, " So he dies at dawn." It was a statement not a
question, "And of the princess...?" Mozenrath arched his
eyebrow curiously, "Yes, what of the princess?"
Neequithah met his eyes dead even, "I want her." she said
simply, as though he had no option in this matter. "You
what?! Why would you want her?" Mozenrath felt his
curiosity growing.
Neequithah scanned him with her eyes, "Despite your
hatred of her associates, you have an undeniable
attraction and respect for her regardless of her position.
However, you do not need her." She placed a suggestive
claw on his arm. Mozenrath shifted uncomfortably in his
seat. "I suppose for a time." He shifted away from her,
"But don’t get too cocky about it, I don’t extend favors too
often." Neequithah smiled, knowing this was what he
would do.
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At dawn the next morning, as the child spilled his paint
box, an axe fell.
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Jasmine wept, the tears staining her pretty face. She
watched the blood fall from the block. She felt clawed
hands rest on her shoulder in an almost comforting
fashion. Mozenrath sneered at her, he motioned to
Neequithah, "Take his body and dump it off somewhere
in the desert. Let the jackals take his flesh." NO!"
screamed Jasmine, at the top of her lungs, pulling away
from Neequithah’s grasp, "Please allow him a decent
burial." Neequithah pulled her away from the sorcerer.
"Princess, as far as this man is concerned a decent burial
would be having him mamlucked." She whispered softly
into the princess’ ear, " All will be well soon enough." The
demoness touched her claw to the princess’ lips. A sweet
warm feeling passed through her body. Cold steel was
pressed into her hand. "This may come in useful
princess." Neequithah whispered. Jasmine sheathed the
dagger in the folds of her dress. She looked at the
sorcerer, " Bastard." It came out cold and completely
without feeling.
Neequithah waited until the palace fell into a sleep. She
touched her lips to the princess’ forehead once, locking
the spell on tight. " You’ll feel better in the morning." she
promised. Carpet had permitted her to be seated, albeit
grudgingly. "Find Aladdin," she said softly so that no one
could hear. Carpet did an appropriate salute and soared
off into the sky. They found the body about two feet from
the head. Neequithah didn’t even grimace as she placed
the pieces together. Muttering a cryptic phrase she
placed her hand over the slice and concentrated, watching
as the tissue slowly rebuilt itself. She waited patiently
until she saw the air valve connect. She placed her
fingers over his nose and breathed quickly into his
mouth. She smiled as his chest began to rise and fall
steadily. Aladdin jolted up, as though awaking from an
old nightmare. The shock to his system caused him to
double over and retch. A clawed hand steadied him as
his stomach relived itself of contents. "I was dead." he
murmured almost incoherently. "I could see...."
Neequithah grabbed him, kissing his lips full force. "You
saw nothing. No thing existed. Just a void. You saw
nothing." She murmured this faster and faster. Aladdin
felt a spell take hold until he felt the light of memory
sink away. "I saw nothing." He mimicked her voice.
Neequithah laughed gently. It would never cease to amaze
her at how easy the human mind was to manipulate.
Barely feeling the weight, she lifted his body onto Carpet.
"Take him to Agrabah at once." She looked off at two
glows in the distance. "I have work to finish." Carpet
soared off, eager to escape from the demon’s possible
grasp.
Neequithah gasped as she turned to see the eyes now
hovering above he. "My lord."
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"Aladdin!" Jasmine screamed and feel into his arms not
daring to believe him real. Aladdin swept her up. He
wanted to feel her, be sure that he was still alive. The
warm touch of her flesh greeted him. Neequithah stood
beside the couple. Aladdin turned to face her. "Why are
you helping us?" he asked "Aren’t you a demon?"
Neequithah smiled. "That I cannot answer. But as one once
quoted, ‘appearances can be deceiving’. Go. I think
Mozenrath will not be pleased to find you gone."
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Mozenrath raged as he launched his magic full force at
Aladdin. "You really should be more careful about your
allies Moze." Aladdin taunted from between blasts.
"You!!!!!!!!!!!! When I get ahold of that little demon I
swear....!!!!!!!!" Mozenrath paid Aladdin one last heated
glare as he disappeared in a blue- black flame.
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"NEEQUITHAH!!" Mozenrath bellowed through the Citadel
walls. He searched high and low for the demoness but to
no avail. She was gone. Leaving only the distinct laughter
of tourment.~ Did it hurt Mozey?~
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Copyright:Kalynn Osburn chroias@yahoo.com. Do not copy or redistribute without author’s
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