Growing up sucked. When you were a child you had no responsibility. Nothing to worry about besides school, what your friends were doing, or even if you were that kinda person getting a smoking hot girlfriend. That is if you grow up with any form of stability. If not, then those worries became about survival. Especially in a world of Gods and Titans.

I would love to say that knowing Gods existed made me a man of faith but that would be a lie. You see, when I was growing up, money was the goal, and you had to get it by any means. Of course there were the regular ways, Like getting a job. But where I grew up Drugs, theft, and carjacking were the most common. New York City, or as I like to call it, my own little slice of hell.

Being at the end of the barrel of a gun was always a harrowing experience. Such a small object that could bring such damage with a twitch of the finger. Protection to anyone meaning well and a tool of Death to anyone looking to cause harm. Sadly I was in the latter situation and not the prior.

Jacob Scabber. Asshole extraordinaire and all-round crook. You see survival meant you joined the biggest fish. There wasn't a bigger fish than this dick. Tall as a building and as fat as a cow. The fat cow wore a whole Gucci tracksuit for fucksake. And then there was his weasel like voice that completely contradicted his looks.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other, Carver." The walking douchebag squealed out as he waved the gun around without a care in the world. "How's your Dad?"

I tried my hardest to swallow the growl that threatened to escape me before replying. "Still Dead you prick."

"Oh right, hehe forgot." He took a step back and leaned against one of the many boxes that littered the warehouse we currently occupied. "So my money, where is it?"

"At the bank. I'm sure if you ask nicely enough they'll give it back." I replied, my mouth widening into a smirk.

The explosion of pain along my face after the pistol whip was definitely not worth being a smart ass.

"Carver, I like you, I really do. But that mouth is gonna get you killed." He growled out. Feeling the all too familiar feeling of metal against the back of my head, made me freeze in my attempts to get my feet under me.

"I'll ask only once more. Where?" He growled out.

Shaking my head to get rid of the cobwebs. The fat cow took back his position leaning against the crate. Every part of my body wanted to rip him apart but I drowned it out.

"The job is tomorrow, by this Friday you'll have cash in hand." I said as I pushed myself off the ground, I leaned myself against the box behind me. I used my hand to stop the blood, from my new brow cut, getting into my left eye.

"Good good. You're a young man, Carver. You have a bright future. Do this and we won't have to see each other ever again. Have a good day, Carver." He replied as he turned and left the now empty warehouse.

As soon as I heard the door to the warehouse slam shut I walked towards the bathroom at the back of the building. Pushing the door open and flicking the light switch, I turned towards the mirror above the sink. I grimaced. That was definitely gonna leave a scar.

Great, there was blood on my only good shirt. Pulling off my shirt and my jacket, I threw them both to the side to make sure no more blood tainted them. Reaching into one of the lower pockets in my cargo pants I pulled out a pack of bandages and a pack of alcohol wipes. Ripping open a wipe I ran it around my brow mostly to remove the blood. Ripping open another wipe, this time to dab the cut. And finally after putting a bandage over the cut I was done.

Finally with blood not smeared on my face I took the time to take a look in the mirror. I love to admit that i'm not some Casanova with women of all kinds trying to get with me but I'm not. Blue eyes, bloodshot from exhaustion. Long Greasy and oily black hair. Oh and I even have a few grey hairs. I think that's a record. First 14 year old to have grey hairs? My face, more sunken in than most kids my age. Not to mention my body. Yea lets not bring that up.

Letting out a sign I grabbed my shirt and jacket and threw them on. Flicking the light switch and closing the door I walked towards the exit of the warehouse. Pausing as I got outside, I hit a left and turned the corner to see a sight I loved to see no matter my mood. My pride and joy, A 1994 Toyota Supra. You know the one. A Junkyard find that me and my pops worked on. Well, before his passing.

The car had some problems, sure. The left door wouldn't open without some effort, the right window wouldn't roll down, and not to mention the mismatching colors

from the parts that I scavenged to fix it but those were minor things. I still loved it. Under the hood though, everything worked like a charm.

Starting up the car, It was time to execute my master plan. Pulling off, All I can think about were the chances of pulling off a Successful Museum robbery. Well we'd Find out wouldn't we.

Museum of Magic and Mysteries. A new public attraction made by some eccentric billionaire with too much time on their hands. To be honest the Museum reminded me more of one of those magic gimmick shops that sell shit meant to "cleanse your chakra". Everything in the Museum was fake except for one thing. The main attraction, A real Genie Lamp.

I knew of the real supernatural world. Gods, Titans, and a myriad of different mythical creatures. I knew the whole shebang. You see at the age of 8, I died. Not one of those fake deaths they show on tv, where a fake pastor schmuck smacks someone around some and boom they wake up. No I mean real death. The only reason I am here today is thanks to my father. My dad loved me more than life itself. When I was born my dad was elated. But life is hard. Immediately after birth my mother vanished.. My father didn't want to feel that again, so he made a deal with the devil. Well a God. The god "revived" me, and since then my eyes have been opened.

Which is funny enough what brought me here. You see, while everything in the Museum is fake pieces of something or another, the lamp that sat in the center of the room is very real. A Genie, in all its glory, sat behind a layer of smash proof glass. Genies were rare and almost nonexistent, even in the supernatural world. Genie were known for granting only 3 wishes and then they vanished forever. Those wishes are for anyone who holds their lamp. Which is why I was here. That lamp had to at the very least have one wish or it wouldn't be here.

Genies had no restriction, they were willing to give you everything and anything for its release. And IF I could get my hands on it, I could become a very rich man. Of course there still is one thing. Genies were certifiable assholes, more than even the walking Douche Scabber. In order to get what you asked for you had to word the question with no loopholes or you will be in for a very rough time.

Scoping out the alley I stood in one more time to make sure no one was around, I grabbed the bag near my feet and got ready to get to.

Walking around the back of the Museum brought me to my entry point. The janitor was a chronic smoker and a forgetful bastard, so he usually left the window of the breakroom open so as not to stink up the whole Museum with the stench of his cigarettes' and would usually leave it open when he left. It just so happens to also have a fire escape. Normally a ladder 10 feet off the ground would be hard to reach unless of course you have a grappling rope. Handmade grappling ropes were something to worry about but I tested it beforehand. It took me 5 tries but I got it. After pulling myself up I climbed over the railing and sat below the window.

Of course getting into the Museum wasn't easy. This place was a fortress. Pressure sensors, cameras, smash alarmies, and window monitors. Most people wouldn't even know where to begin.

I wasn't most people.

Pulling the bag I brought with me off my shoulder I brought out a smaller bag of a sand like substance. Some would be confused no doubt but you see it was magical. Literally.

Putting my hand into the bag I grabbed a handful and threw up above me, coating me completely. Standing up I pushed my hand and like a ghost my body phased through the wall like water.

Forcing down my smirk I turned towards a mirror above the sink in the breakroom and nothing was there. Letting out a snicker I walked through the Museum like an average goer.

The Genie Lamp was beautiful. Pure gold plated with a mix of some of the most beautiful gems I have ever seen. Light as feather yet there was a foreboding feeling that came with carrying it. Taking a deep breath I ran my hand along the side of the Lamp.

A deep bellowing laugh seemed to fill the room as out of the spout of the Lamp a cascade of colors and smells. The world seemed to melt away and I found myself in a pit of inky darkness.

"Speak your wish." A voice echoed behind me but when I spun to look all that I saw was the enveloping darkness. Spinning around I frantically searched for the voice only to be interrupted. "you won't find me boy, speak your wish."

The voice seemed to echo from all directions. Deciding to quit my search I spoke. "How do you know I want a wish?"

The bellowing laugh returned, echoing even more than before. "What use would you have for seeking me out if not for a wish. So what do you seek? Money, Gold, Women, Men or Both if that suits your fancy."

"Huh, and if any of those were what I wanted, I'm sure you will give them to me without question." I replied, my response drowned in sarcasm.

"Whatever you wish, shall be fulfilled and all you have to do is speak it." Replied the Genie.

The question became how to phrase the wish. No doubt the Genie would twist it if given the chance.

Taking a breath to calm down I closed my eyes to think.

"You are by far the slowest being to ever ask for a wish." The Genie said, his amusement evident. "You only have one chance boy, make it count hehe."

I tried my hardest to stop the growl from escaping my mouth. The bastard was taunting me. "This isn't a game you can just rush. I wish it was."

...

My eyes shot open and I froze. A being stood in front of me. A mist like creature, with a smile of razor blades, hovered above the ground yet it wasn't its look it was the smirk that froze my heart. He didn't look like a blue giant like Aladdin depicted, no it was a monster with a devil's heart.

"As you wish." And with a snap my world was engulfed in a flash and from there forward my life was put on its head.