Chapter 1
Uraziel
A/N: OK, first chapter. Still sort of short. I'm getting better at the whole publish thing, though. It doesn't take five minutes to figure everything out. Hope you like it. Please review.
All alone in the dark cramped space. Of course, I wasn't actually in the space, but my essence was bound to the object. There I had been, since the dawn of time. I was one of the first entities summoned. Summoned before even the humans settled down. But when they did, they tried to get rid of me. Their magicians weren't as powerful as the very first. They couldn't withstand the immense power of the Ring, but couldn't set me free either. I did not mind. I am a great spirit of the Other Place. Time means nothing to me. I shall still be around when the Sun goes out and the last of the humans disappear. But I did get lonely.
Then Solomon appeared. By then I was eager to have someone to talk to. Even if he was human. I guess that's why I grew a bit fond of him. But that's over now. When he was on the verge of death, he sent me to hide the Ring. He condemned me to further years of darkness. Of loneliness. It was better than doing the will of another of his magicians. But not by much.
Time later, I do not know if mere decades or millennium went by, I was uncovered. I sensed him to be a djinni of lesser power. I was taken to a city unknown to me. It was nothing like the cities that I had seen when I was last at large in the world. Of course, I couldn't see anything, but I sensed the auras of nearby things and people. There were objects with an aura black as smoke. They were poison to spirits. What had the humans been up to during this time?
I was taken to a building. Bigger than most of the freemen's houses back in Jerusalem, but smaller than the great palace. There was a meeting of great importance about the Ring. Seven people, presumably magicians, whose auras were tainted with the stench of corruption met in one of the rooms of the big building. They thought the Ring was cursed (which, in a certain way is true), that it had no real power of its own (obviously not true). They punished the poor spirit who brought me here harshly. I felt like bringing him back to the Other Place. But I could do no such thing without a magician's order.
They decided to put me in a secret vault underground. In this sense, they were like the magicians of old. What they didn't understand, they threw away. But, as I did not know yet, this action brought my salvation. I was trapped once again. For the third time since I was first summoned.
A short time later, maybe four or five years, there was a great vibration of the planes. One that could only be caused by a powerful entity from the depths of the Other Place. I suspected it to be Ramuthra, or Aella to a lesser extent. Both were very powerful and could warp physical objects by their mere presence. At any rate, he was in the room right above the secret vault. It momentarily warped the Ring, changed its structure, leaving me enough room for me to maneuver. I escaped the Ring, returning, finally to the Other Place. Immediately I felt what I had been missing out on. I lost myself, finally being able to be like everyone else. Not bound to the circumstance anymore.