Aladdin held the crystal tightly in his hands, a look of grim determination set in a hard line on his mouth. He had endured the awkwardness of asking Genie for the little gem. Not to mention explaining exactly why he needed it. He was going after Mozenrath. He was going after his friend.
As he headed out into the seas, the crystal spun as if on an axis, stopping due south. Genie had triggered it to react to Mozenrath's direction. As he got closer, it would begin to glow and now the device was a beacon of light. Aladdin landed on the sands of the beach, his shoes digging into the soft turf. "Carpet…" he said turning to his friend. "I want you to go hide." His woven friend bowed, somewhat confused by the request. "I know Carpet, but I need to do this on my own." He said and his old friend seemed to nod, leaving him at the gates of the daemons lair.
There was nothing terrifying about the building. In fact it even seemed like a summer home for a noble. Aladdin reach out his hands to grip the shining metal handles and recoiled as the double doors swung open to admit him. The wind seemed to blow against his body as the cavernous hall called to him, beckoned him inward.
Aladdin set his face and pulled his blade from it's sheath. He took a step inward, keenly aware that he was being watched. He hadn't really expected to get past the front door without being noticed. That was alright. He wanted to meet Diriel head on. No more hiding behind walls and guardsmen. That foul creature would pay for everything he had done.
"Mozenrath!" Aladdin called out. His voice echoed in the walls and the doors slammed shut at his back, leaving him without sunlight. He twitched a little at the edge of his lip, realizing he was trapped now. No turning back. No stopping. "Mozenrath!" he called again to the vacant halls. Would he be answered?
Ahead of him, a soft glow emanated from the walls in different colors. Panes of glass built into the brick and mortar with figures moving behind them. Suspicious, Aladdin moved closer, his senses on alert.
Diriel gripped hold of the firestorm as Mozenrath slumped to the pillar. His claws wrapped around the angry magic and flung it aside like fabric in the breeze. "Mozenrath, my foolish little whore." He strode forward, his feet making no sound on the marble. "You no longer can defend yourself against me." He said warningly, Mozenrath biting his lip in apprehension. "You have no recourse. You are mine." He punctuated the last sentence by striking the sorcerer to the ground, leaving long claw marks in his cheek. "You gave yourself to me this time whore. And for what? For a knocked up princess and her pathetic street rat husband?" he laughed, as if it were a grand joke.
Diriel gripped Mozenrath by the back of his head and hauled the frightened man up. "What do you have to say for yourself now Mozenrath?" he questioned and petted the wounded cheek. "Now that you have nothing else left but me?" He lapped at the blood as if it were a sweet treat. "Yes I will keep my word. I have no reason to go after Aladdin now. You can rest safely in my arms, knowing your beloved little street rat is safe."
"Diriel…" Mozenrath whimpered as the claws closed around his hips. His body ached a thousand times over. And yet there was a sense of relief. He had made the devils bargain. Diriel wanted nothing more than his property returned ad now that he had it there was no reason to attack Agrabah. Aladdin was safe. It would be alright. He had lived with ravishment before. He could do it again. He spread his legs open as Diriel position himself to use his whore once again.
The sound of a door slamming echoed up the stairs and Diriel paused, his eyes unfocused for a moment. Mozenrath on the other hand didn't need any kind of magic to sense what was happening in the halls. "No…" he whispered and caught Diriel's eyes.
The daemons red iris glowed with a jovial intensity. "Well now…seems we have a guest." He stood and strolled over to the walls, sensing their vibration and through it the nature of their visitor. "Shall we make him welcome?" he chuckled and Mozenrath felt his heart freeze in his chest.
"Aladdin!"
The sound died before it ever reached his ears. All that could be heard between the colored glass windows was an eerie harp melody. Plucked out string by string as the panes opened to reveal small stages bathed in candle light. Aladdin jerked out of reflex, his sword coming up and read as the red pane to his left slid up. "What in the…?"
A gasp left his lips as he began to realize what he was seeing. Mozenrath! Mozenrath was on the stage! Diriel was there was well, his body atop the sorcerer as he ruthlessly pummeled the younger man. From his position Aladdin could see the massive daemon cock sliding in and out, stretching the sorcerer beyond human means. But while Diriel roared above him, bathed in the blood red glow of the glass walls, Mozenrath made no sound, only looked up at Aladdin. His eyes begging…pleading.
The wall behind him began to move, this time colored a deep, frightening amber. Mozenrath was still there, but his tormenter was not Diriel. A host of demons moved within the glass stage. And their rape of him was not only sexual. They carried little knives in their hands, poking and prodding his flesh in the soft parts where a man is most vulnerable. And as the squealed in glee and cruelty, once again Mozenrath made no sound. His face was twisted in pain, his eyes looking only at Aladdin.
"Stop it!" Aladdin hollered, looking back and forth between the two stages as yet another opened. Each scene was worse than the next. More gruesome, more deviant, all perfectly conformed to the stages they were set on. Aladdin covered his ears to the howls and snarls coming from the creatures within them. In each box Mozenrath only seemed more dejected and abused. And yet no cry of agony or whimper of pain escaped his perfect lips. He just looked out through storm gray eyes as Aladdin ran by, leaving him to a daemons mercy.
"Stop this!" Aladdin yelled as he fell on his knees. "Stop it you bastard!" he screamed as the harp music continued.
A final glass box opened in front of him, cloaked in gentle sea blue colors as the figures inside moved with one another. The music surrounding him slowed, becoming softer. The lights illuminated themselves to reveal the figures within, and Aladdin felt his mouth fall open.
"What…?"
It was him. Mozenrath lay beneath him, his body and the sorcerers pushing up and down against a bed of silk and crushed lavender petals. And as his own shaft entered the pale, beautiful sorcerers body, the man moaned. He opened his mouth, wrapped his arms around the psyudo-Aladdin's shoulders and called out in ecstasy. Aladdin knelt, awe stuck by the scene of perfect love making before him. He scarcely dared blink as 'Mozenraths' thighs bucked against his own, accepting him all the way inside.
"You can have him like that you know?"
Aladdin didn't move as Diriel approached him. He saw the red dots of the beasts eyes loom over him, reflected in the glass. A clawed hand touched his shoulder from behind.
"Malleable, compliant. He wants you anyways. So it would be no compromise to have him lay beneath you and quiver."
"You're a despicable bastard." Aladdin finally managed with a dry tongue.
"How unkind." Diriel said and beckoned to the Mozenrath on the stage. The sorcerer stopped his motions with the false Aladdin and came down, the glass window closing behind him. "Don't you want him? I will let you have him, if only to keep you happy?"
Aladdin watched as Diriel reached forward and brought Mozenrath to him, his arm around the young man's ribs as he lifted the pretty featured for exhibition. "Come now. I can promise he will deliver you a thousand pleasures, one right after the next."
Aladdin shook himself, his body gone lax and defenseless. "That's not Mozenrath." He whispered and licked his lips.
They both smiled. "Why not? I assure you he is absolutely exact in every detail. From the number of ebony hairs to the tightness of his little pink star." Diriel said and touched the aforementioned tunnel. Mozenrath whimpered and shivered, looking pleadingly at Aladdin through clouded eyes. "He'll walk, talk, act and please you just as the real thing."
"That's not the point. You can't give him Mozenrath's heart!" Aladdin defended. "You can't give that doll his soul!"
"Of course not. I need those." Diriel answered. "But I can give you the next best thing." He said and chuckled. "Come now. You can't ask for better than that. Try him." He presented the fake Mozenrath to Aladdin. "I promise you'll want nothing else for the rest of your life."
"Your nothing but a pervert! A freak with horns and claws!" Aladdin yelled and grabbed his sword from the ground, brandishing it at the pair. "Let Mozenrath go!" he hollered and took a step forward. "You don't deserve him."
Diriel laughed, his claws growing long and sharp as his horns cured wickedly. "And you think you do?" he snarled. "You humans, your all alike. You think only with your pelvis and breed like the rodent scum you are." He surged forward, talons locking with the sharp edge of the sword. Aladdin flung him and as swung for a blow.
"This from you? All you do is spend your time raping an innocent men!" Aladdin accused and missed, spinning around to defend himself before another slash could come at him. "Your no better than we are!"
"I do what I was created to do. I am what I am. I feed from sex and blood and there is nothing I can do to change that." Diriel made a move and flecks of red splattered onto the ground. Aladdin clutched his shoulder and fell back, gritting his teeth against the pain. "But I am incapable of performing any of these acts until I'm summoned. I wait in a coffin of fire for some idiot sorcerer to raise me up. I only do what I am brought to this world to do hero! And your Mozenrath was just the first in a line of many." Diriel fended off a sword blow and there up his hand, sending Aladdin slamming into the glass pane with fierce magic. It shattered, reflecting his image in millions of little pieces.
Aladdin groaned in pain and pulled a long shard from his shoulder, the blood turning his clothing scarlet. Diriel approached, his visage growing more terrifying as the shadows seemed to grow around him. "Did you ever bother to ask yourself what Mozenrath intended to do with me once I was summoned?"
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Aladdin winced and clutched his wound.
"Come on now. You two have been adversaries for how long? Mozenrath would do anything to see the kingdom of Agrabah fall and leave you and your princess dead on the sands." Diriel slammed his hand into the wall, leaning over Aladdin as a spider like trail of blood dripped from Aladdin's cheek. "What do you think he summoned me for Aladdin? What did he intend to do with a creature of my caliber once he had me?"
"You…you're lying!" Aladdin cried and tried to breath. "Your lying you bastard!"
He grabbed the sword with a resolute hand and brought it down into Diriel's chest with all his might. He felt the tip his flesh and cut deep, past organ and bone till it punctured the other end. A spray of blood hit him so hard he closed his eyes to it and only pushed harder. "Die you son of a bitch. Die!"
"Aladdin…"
A cruel laughter filled the air as Aladdin opened his eyes. From beyond the haze of red he could see a face, all to familiar, and splattered with blood.
"Aladdin…wh…wh…" Mozenrath fell back against the ground, his chest spilling over with so much blood it bubbled.
Aladdin froze up, sword trembling in his hands. Then he began to laugh. "Hehe…no…no Diriel you won't fool me like that." He turned to the daemon. "That's your cheap imitation." He pointed to the bleeding beauty on the floor. "That's not the real Mozenrath!"
Diriel smirked and raised his hand, letting the illusion around them fade. His private bedchambers illuminated the room as the stage puppets behind the glass walls disappeared, leaving the room flooded with sunlight. The psyudo-Mozenrath was lying on the couch, reclining with a bowl of grapes and slipping one around and around in his mouth. "You poor, love struck fool." Diriel said with a smirk, not seeming to notice as his finger tips turned to smoke.
Aladdin dropped the sword with a clag, rushing to Mozenrath's side and supporting the sorcerers head in his arms. Already the gray eyes were distant and the young man's mouth was burbling blood. "Mozenrath…no Moze…" he felt the tears come through a hateful face and turned to Diriel. "You fool!" he hollered. "If he dies so do you…" His eyes changed to shock as Diriel raised his arm, showing the slow dissipation of his flesh.
"Too true…too true." He mocked as his arm began to waft away in the breeze. "I guess it's up to you then isn't it hero." He smiled, fangs glinting in the daylight. "You can save the sorcerer…and by that action continue to let me live." He took his other arm and set a finger to his temple. "Or…watch as Mozenrath the whore dies in blood and agony."
"Stop calling him that!" Aladdin yelled and slapped his hand against the deep sword gash. "Mozenrath…Mozenrath you listen to me….hold on alright!" Aladdin tore his shirt from his body, bandaging as quickly as he could while Mozenrath coughed between vast amounts of blood blocking his vision.
"Aladdin…" Mozenrath whispered, looking up at the street rats face. He smiled, just a little at the corners of his mouth. "Aladdin…you idiot you came for me…" He coughed again, feeling the life begin to fade from his body. "Aladdin…"
"No Moze…don't talk." Aladdin said over the hard, cruel laughter of Diriel as his body was lost to the breeze. "Moze don't talk…" he picked up the limp body. "I'm going to get you to Agrabah." He promised and began to run for the door. The glow of Diriel's red eyes following him in the futile flight.
Mozenrath reach up with his hand, the magic of Diriel fading as his presence in the world. His skeletal digits uncovered themselves from beneath the skin and he grazed Aladdin's cheek. "Aladdin I love you." He said and closed his eyes, no long able to keep himself awake.
"Mozenrath." Aladdin yelled desperately as his woven friend came into sight. "Mozenrath!"