Mozenrath tossed his prisoner into a holding cage in the laboritory as he pulled books off his shelves to find out how to make genie within the little ward come out.
She's not really all that small, he observed, as he glancd over his shoulder noticing how she examined the lock with her hand.
"Only I can unlock it, DuBoius,"
He knew that she was watching him unamused with being caged. He smirked to himself as the sat down at his desk and began the long process of finding what he sought. Xerxes helped flicking through the pages to another book, and throughout the day they found no answer.
He glanced up on occasion seeing his prisoner watch him with an almost feral look.
Savage, he thought, it's almost a waste of my time unlocking this animal's power.
"What do you intend to do with what power you find?"
"What else? Take over the seven deserts,"
"And what? Make it all a wasteland like this?"
He blinked, "What?"
"What would you do if you conquered all seven kingdoms?"
"Rule,"
She snorted.
"What?" Mozenrath felt a sense of irritability rise.
"It will never work," she answered.
"And what would you know, slave?" Mozenrath stared at his gauntlet noticing that his negative energy was permitting his magic to glow. Ready to attack.
"Maybe I know nothing, but I know that one who uses black magic can never hold a throne,"
"You know nothing,"
"How's your hand?"
His jaw dropped, "How,"
"Do I know?" she finished the question for him, "Dark magics always require sacrafice. Judging on your particular condition, I would recomend either finding a way to reverse the curse soon, or have a casket rady for your death."
She didn't sound thrilled with his death, but she also wasn't sad.
"Perhaps when I make you a genie, I will make that one of my three wishes," his voice was meant to sound evil . . . mallice but she simply grinned at him.
"What happened to Radu?" she asked after some few minutes of silence.
"I shot him back to Agrabah,"
"Why? You killed the rest of my men,"
"Someone needs to tell the tale of what happened,"
"They'll send an army, you know. To at least reclaim what posessions you took."
"Psh, I am not afraid of them," Mozenrath answered turning a page in the book he was scanning through. He glowed with satisfaction as he found what he was looking for.
Unlocking the Genie.
Hannah watched carefully as her captor began mixing a variety of powders and crystals into a cauldron. She was not certain about what all was going into the cauldron, but she had a pretty good guess about only a couple. Xerxes hovered over his master and a distict feeling that she wasn't going to live more than three days. Her captor seemed to glow with enthusiasm for what he was about to accomplish, but she doubted so he could get three wishes.
How could someone so dark have no heart at all?
She watched as the pale man glanced over his book at the instructions, and then he came to the cage.
"Time for a test,"
She felt her instincts push her back to the far end of the cage.
"Don't make me beg," he reached in with his magic and drug her out, and hauled her to the cauldron. He drew her arms out over the mouth of the cauldron and drawing a knife from a nearby table. Without hesitating he ran the blade up each arm.
She flinched, but he held her arms firmly over the pile of goods in the cauldron. Blood began to pulse out from the large openings, and trickle down her arms and into the caudron.
"I could die of blood loss if your little trick fails,"
"And I should care why?"
She blinked, ready to answer him when suddenly, the ingredients in the cauldron began to have a reaction. A red bubbling effect began to fizz and shimmer as the rest of the ingredients was touched by her blood, then it vapored up reaching into the large gashes her captor had made and entered her system. It burned like a white hot fire, and she felt it run through her veins, through her body, and Mozenrath took a step back to clearly get a bigger picture of what was happening.
Hannah knew that his little spell was working, as the entire cauldron of vapor entered her, and she was engulfed in literal fire, and magic. Whatever was happening outside the magical vortex, she couldn't see, but she couldn't do it even if she had the opportunity. Everything anyone could ever want to know hit her entering her mind, the entire cosmos and phenominons tattooed her cuts, as they began to seal themselves. She felt wise, young and suddenly at a loss for understanding anything as two large silver cuffs replaced her anti-magic manicles, and a black lamp appeared near her vanishing feet.
She gasped in fear as her feet, legs and lower body became a vapor of white. Her skin took on a nearly alabaster white sheen as the supernatural tattoos grew.
Then the fire and changes stopped. The magic however was obvious, and Mozenrath held the lamp as if it was a solid brick of gold.
She was a genie, and Mozenrath had become her master.
It had taken a few days, but a small army had been created to take on the dark wizard. Jasmine stayed behind with Sadira, the sand witch trying t concoct various genie related spells for Hannah if she was still human, besides someone had to run the throne since Aladdin was leading the expedition. Radu had made certain that he was part of the party as well, and had Razul's main team of men join them.
"We are going to get the chest of Huratim back. This is not to get your superior back," Razul snapped.
"But if Mozenrath can gain any sort of benefit from ser DuBoius's powers, then we need to capture her as well." Aladdin countered.
"'Capture'?" Radu questioned.
"She could be the enemy when we get there."
"How do you kill a genie?" Razul looked at Genie.
Genie gulped and stared at Razul, "Well, you destroy the lamp. Since she will probably be a homemade genie, she can revert back to a mortal, and you can kill her any way you like then,"
"Kill? What? No," Radu answered.
"She may be one of my best soldiers, Radu, but if she's the enemy now, we need to know what to do."
"What do you mean by homemade," Aladdin asked.
"I was granted being a genie thanks to my natural-genie parents. I granted Jafar the right to be a genie. Mozenrath will use a spell to start her quickening."
"What does that mean about genie conduct?"
"She has to follow the same set of rules. But,"
"But what?"
"She won't be a registered genie. It means she also could have a limited warrenty."
"You don't know?" Razul snapped.
"No-no genie has been created in this manner. She could be a mortal genie. I don't know, and Carpet stole my big book of secrets."
Razul sighed and looked to the sultan in charge, "Send your genie out to get the sultan."
"He's with Hippsodeth. Nothing will happen to him under her care."
Razul rolled his eyes, "Street Rat,"
"Guys!" Radu snapped, "Can we go? The longer Mozenrath has the chest of Huratim, the longer he has to fully gain its powers."