A large blast of lightning rained down from the sky and struck down on one little island.
The member of Al Thamen stared in shock.
"DAMN! WHY WOULD… A PERSON… LIKE YOU EXIST IN THIS WORLD?! THE HIGH KING OF THE SEVEN SEAS, SINBAD!" He roared.
Indeed it was Sinbad who stood right where the lightning struck. He had Baal equipped and his now blue hair swayed in the wind. The lightning gathered around his sword and around him.
He brought his sword upwards and with a mighty swing and roar, he let loose his attack.
"BARARAQ SAIQA!" He shouted and the member of Al Thamen was decimated by the blast of lightning.
Sinbad's djinn equip faded away and he almost toppled over in exhaustion had Masrur and Ja'far caught him.
"Sin?! Are you alright?!" The white haired and freckled advisor exclaimed.
"I will be fine in a few minutes." He said right as a burst of pain shot through his body. The king howled in pain and slammed his eyes shut to get himself under control and hopefully dull the pain.
Aladdin felt a small burst of pain in his chest but he paid it no mind. He had to continue supporting Alibaba.
Memories and thoughts that weren't his own, flew into his head. Memories of King Solomon. Never been seen before magic. The origins of Al Thamen. The destruction of the other world. Memories of himself meeting himself. How the djinns came to be. Speaking to Ugo. He felt the pain, the loneliness, and love for a son. They were the memories of Aladdin.
Memories and thoughts that weren't his own, flew into his head. Memories of the Partevia Empire. A woman named Esra and a man named Badr. Conquering the dungeon of Baal, Focalor, Valefor, Zepar, Crocell, Furfur, and Vepar. Drakkon. Mistoras. Pisti. Sharrkan. Yamuraiha. Hinahoho. Ja'far. The creation of Sindria. Learning djinn equip. Meeting himself. He felt the love, the pain, and every emotion that came between. They were the memories of Sinbad.
'What happened?'
'Uncle Sinbad?'
'… Aladdin?'
'Yes its me. It seems we have created a soul bond and a very strong one at that.'
'What is a soul bond?'
'A soul bond is a mental link created by two people who are very similar. It gives the two the ability to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste what each other feels and share memories and thoughts. I never thought that I would gain one.'
'Amazing.'
'Indeed.'
'What should we do now?'
'We need to hide this. We can't let anyone know that we are connected because if one of us dies, the other will as well.'
'Very well. I will see you shortly, Aladdin.'
'I will see you soon, Sinbad.'
Fast forward to Zagan
Sinbad and Yamuraiha watched the water hologram of Hakuryuu, Alibaba, Morgiana, and the king's connected one, Aladdin, as they travelled through the caverns and hallways of the dungeon of Zagan.
The king felt something break within him when he saw the hologram disappear and heard Yamuraiha's explanation. He felt numb and left the room only to arrive in his own.
He felt nothing coming from Aladdin and it was making him worry. Sinbad had come to see the young magi as a little brother. A o mikrós aderfós.
With a quiet cry of despair, Sinbad collapsed onto his knees and buried his head in his hands. Shivers racked his body and stabbing pain erupted in his chest. He was changing and he knew it. He was going to become one of the fallen and at that moment, he didn't care. If it meant his o mikrós aderfós would come back, then he would gladly become of the fallen. If it meant he would be able to protect everyone precious and special, he would become one of the fallen with no complaint and wholeheartedly.
The bottom part of the strands that made up his hair turn partially black and one red spot closer to the tip. His eyes turned a blood red with black slit pupils and his canines elongated and sharpened to deadly points. Black, tribal tattoos decorated his forearms and his calves and shins. A black dragon tattoo covered his back and a yellow eye appeared in the middle of his forehead. The tail of his full-body Baal djinn equip and the feathers of his full body Focalor djinn equip joined together and made a long purple, red, and black tail with a feathered tip. The tips of his ears tapered into points and his nails sharpened. His clothing changed. He wore no shirt but he did wear a black leg dress, exactly like Judar's.
He felt himself fall into the thrall of evil, hate, darkness, and everything negative as his white rukh circled around him and turned black. It felt amazing and tantalizing. The man was too lost to notice Aladdin's frantic and terrified attempts at getting his attention.
Sinbad felt his transformation was over and inspected his hands as his black rukh circled over them.
What is this? He said only to realise that he couldn't speak but instead used his mind.
'Megálos adelfós?! Sinbad! What's wrong?!'Aladdin's voice rang, frantically in his head. He felt his eyes widen.
O mikrós aderfós?! My brother?! I saw your hologram disappear! I thought you DIED! Sinbad howled in his shock and relief.
'I'm fine my brother but what about you? I felt a strong amount of pain and darkness coming from you! What happened?!'
It appears I fell into depravity when I felt your side of the link disappear.
'You WHAT?! I'm alright! The whole time you were falling, I was trying to contact you! WHY COULDN'T YOU HEAR ME?!'
I don't know why… but I'm - a sharp throb of pain thrummed in his chest - AAAHH! The fallen king howled through his mind and he fell over, onto the floor, gripping his head in between his clawed hands.
Pain, desperation, murderous intent, and the thirst for blood filled his head and his unseeing eyes. A mantra of "kill, kill everyone, kill everything" filled his head and he knew no more. However, right before he blacked out, a maniacal and sadistic grin stretched across his face.
Thus was the birth of the bloody demon, the monster of all monsters, the Magi King, King Sinbad of Sindria.
The world will not be quite the same as it was before.