War of Djinn and Men Part 1.

In this all white place, some plain of existence. The Djinn stands in front of me unwounded. Tall. Still shimmering brightly. Just not what I thought he was when fighting the Conjured, and I can feel something is off. The wound is affecting him here too. I don't see it. But he seems to be guarding the left. Wherever here is. This guy is, I can tell he's dying.

The Djinn breathed heavily. “Thank you for your help with the Conjured, this is a new beast and I hadn't found a way to battle them yet. I know you have questions but my mortal form is dying and though time means little on this plane, I don't have long until I’m forced back to the Djinn home plane. And it will be centuries before I’ll be strong enough to leave my home again. All of this you've seen is due to discovering mankind. For a Millennia, the Djinn were a peaceful race. We traveled the world's discovering the animals, the plants, and other beauties the worlds had to offer. We rarely found intelligent life, and more rarely life who could sense and handle our presence in their time and space. Our lives were all too simple. Peaceful. And one fateful day, we found a place where Mankind existed. Flourished! Naturally, we being so fascinated, we began to flock to that world to experience all we could. Food, Wine, Music, Art, Comedy. We had nothing like this before. It was awe inspiring! Then, we found your lives were not as infinite as ours had been. We saw starvation, diseases, and worse. We saw what humanity did to each other for money. Fun. Differences. We began sensing the worst.”

I stare at him, perplexed.

“Think of it. A completely peaceful race, no war. No lust, no greed. We the Djinn had never even had arguments with one another. Never a Battle, never suffering. And we found humans. We found all evil in humanity, along with so much more. The Mortality of Man, became too addictive to my kind, with your lives being over in a blink of existence itself..."

I butt in when I feel an opening. “Earth? Are you talking about Earth? My Home?"

“Yes Boy. We were there for a long time. Watching, participating, learning. Leading you towards growth, and prosperity. Yet, we found out a few of our Djinn had participated in battles and wars of man. Simply ending the life of mortals, they had absorbed the souls of who they killed and of those they didn't. They gained an addiction to human souls, amplifying our own powers. One of my brethren had bared witness to this and watched as the Djinn went further. Masquerading as men, they sacked a village. And began killing the innocent. Raping the women, torturing children and men. The Witness immediately called for a gathering of all the Djinn. To tell of what had happened. The corruption he perceived. He had seen what could happen to our kind. And he tried to stop it."

"So, for the first time in our existence, some several thousands of my kind convened in our birth plane. We heard and saw what the Djinn had seen. We can show each other these things. We had called on our brothers for answers. And found dozens were missing from the call to gather. It took us many years to understand what we saw. And many more years to find what to do with this corruption..."

"Years!?" I shout? “How in the hell does it take years to think of a prison or execution? In all these years what the hell did they do to my world!?'

He holds his hands up, stops to guard the his left side. Still breathing hard. He tries to come back to the story. “Please, understand. We had never even argued amongst each other. No debates. Simply peaceful coexistence. We were completely peaceful. We never saw anything that humanity had been doing what came naturally to your kind. Killing, slavery and rape. Even torture... These things had never even been thought of by the Djinn. Our immediate consensus was to leave humans all together, we sent emissaries to beckon brothers to come home. Few of them came back while we still discussed the outcomes. Some had said they simply couldn't find our brothers. Few more were injured by them and told never to return. And three, never came back. One of the injured had told us, "At least one of our brother is gaining and tormenting souls. He has fallen from our ways and I don't believe he will stop."

"We needed to find a way to stop all of this. We sent hundreds of Djinn to capture our brothers. And we found they had help. Human servants with enchanted blades to harm us. Mortal Djinn, feeding on humans, Born of the rapes they committed to humans. Loyal to their fathers and grandfathers. The souls they took amplified them, and their fathers. The power they wielded against us was destructive to us in the forms we needed to be in your world. But seared our normal Astral forms. Many were lost again. And though we found our way out. We were no match. We returned. The hundred's we sent, turned to a dozen returned.. Again we convened"

"The new plan was to seek out the monks. The holy men of earth and gain human help. We did. We began to learn to battle the Fallen Djinn with the help of the humans. We gave them powerful weapons and these people started helping us. Still at great losses, but we started destroying their sons, daughters and a few of our own who had fallen to corruption. The Crusader's marched as a holy war... For fear the truth would lead to many to corruption or abandonment in their cause only a few around the pope had known the truth. They were widespread destruction against all. Even their own people, but the Fallen felt their might. The Monks in cooperation with the crusaders. Did well, less destruction to their fellow man, more onto the Fallens children. But never killed a Djinn. Slower but targeted. Many of them died at the hands of the Fallen Djinn. All of us working together, the humans called all of us all together "The Protectorate of Light".

At one time, years into our war. One monk theorized that a human may volunteer and become one with a Djinn of light. In symbiosis the soul would feed the Djinn strength. Becoming a more powerful force than a simple Djinn. In return the Djinn powers would help the human. The Man would lead the charge and act on behalf of the human race to protect it. Possibly standing up to the Fallen Djinn. It was radical, logical. Many of the monks, Crusaders and Holy men liked the idea. Many of the good Djinn did as well. But, the primary remaining leadership body of the Djinn feared we would make a new evil. Do to the corruption of man. The practice was forbidden."

“Your kind started making headway. You had an option to really battle the Djinn. And they rejected even trying?" I exclaimed. Dumbfounded at their stupidity and finally believing all this was real because of it.

The Djinn still glowing, but much duller nodded. "The thought is that your souls would absolutely corrupt us. Become a new Fallen Djinn. A new problem we might not be able to contain or stop... But in this time we had to end most of the Fallen lives. And countless men died defending humanity from the Fallen. However, by that time, thousands of good Djinn had passed since the beginning. Our mortality was tested... We came together to push the Djinn from your world all together. Again we lost more. But one Djinn travelled in time to see your destructive power. And saw two worlds. The one you have. And the one where you are subject to one Djinn. In that second future he saw one of the Fallen, who was so evil, so vile, that when he came back, he forced the crusaders to kill him after he told us what he saw..."

So one final time all Djinn came together. We temporarily banished all of our kind, from earth. Also expelling our few remaining Fallen Djinn Leaving humans to wipe out all remnants for the mortal Djinn, all traces of our kind to be expelled from Earth so we could battle on a less populated planet. And now, there are several hundred Djinn. Of the hundreds and thousands there were. All forced back on our plane of existence for hundreds of years, due to the damage and energy took from the remainder of the Fallen. Unable to fight. Unable to help. Other Djinn have given up altogether. Abandoning humanity to whatever fate comes."

“In The past thousand years, I have fought them off alone absent help from the other Djinn, and our human allies from your Earth. Until recently some 100 years ago. I met Timous, the Leprechaun beside us. And I had an ally. A true friend willing to commit himself to the protection of men and his world. Until this day, his assistance has been invaluable... Being the only Djinn. There is no other choice, Mark, I need to ask you to take my physical form. And stop my brothers before they return to earth. They will use your weapons, fears and division to enslave, and decimate. I need you to be a mortal Djinn to save countless worlds with life out them.

My thoughts shut down out of shock. Then race. My dog, my home, my job, and the few people I like and want in my life. I just got here, and shits too weird. “Hey guy, I just wanna go home. I have a dog! I can't stay here. I can't fight this fight... I can barely keep it together at home!"

"I think fate has a different plan here...” He says much more labored. "I don't ever remember seeing one human from your world here. Not in all my time here. And here today, we run into you, this world's you. And you found a plan against a Fallen’s newest beast I’ve never seen. I think you're it. I think fate knows what's happening and is taking action. My brothers want back to your world. They are trying to break the banishing we casted to protect earth. There will be no stopping them unless I have help. There will be no me, unless I find a mortal to help. It needs to be you, there are no other options or humanity will face the Fallen’s full wraith. “He says almost painfully.

Lost for words, I struggle. “I... This is too much for one man... How..."

He interjects, “Not one. You and I. Timous... And if that's not enough... You'll need to find new allies. But Mark...'

We snap back to reality violently. It takes me a minute to gather myself to see that happened. I see this worlds version of me, pale with gold sludge on his hand. I look at the Djinn, now screaming. The fat fucker stabbed the Djinn in his wound! Timous is panicking. Screaming. Looking to help his friend. I look back and forth one more time while on my ass, at the Djinn, then bitch tits. I pop up, and charge that soft pudgy bitch for a tackle. Just the sight of him drives me insane, and now he attacked a good guy. Who's already dying? No more bullshit from this guy.

I grab him and take him back several feet. We fall into a smaller impact crater made by the Conjure. He screeches again like a scared child. I go to punch his face after the fall but he's already blocking, I transition to the lower ribs. Right, Right, Left, Right Left. He whimpers with each hit. His hands go down after 2 audible cracks. I go back to his face and just keep laying the hate... His nose breaks. His Jaw gets loose, He ends the guard altogether. He goes limp. A few more punches. And I just don’t want to stop. I just want him dead. I see his eyes puffing up and bruises setting in, blood out of one of his ears tells me he's had enough. After about 12 punches in total, I get up and rush to the Djinn.

I can see that the blade is sunk into his original wound to the hilt. I'm not going to pull it. I’ll do more harm taking it out. The Army taught me that. My shirt is on his side. I grab it and pack it around the knife. Slowing the flow of the gold sludge. Not by much. There is little shine to his body now. And his face. It seemed more like a helmet and only had eye slits. It starts to peel back on its own. Making no noise, he doesn't even touch it. It’s just peeling back into itself...A chin with a soul patch. The helmet keeps folding itself back. Round cheeks, blue eyes... He's me! Another me. Djinn is another me...

Timous and I stare at him... He smiles. You can see the gold sludge is getting coughed up. He is certainly dying. But the guy smiles? I look at Timous. "Is there anything we can do to help? Can you help him?"

He looks back at me. And says “No, no magic is stronger than Djinn magic... We can only protect him. Comfort him." Choking on his words, you can tell these two were friends and Timous wasn't ready for this...

The Djinn speaks out, "If I die here. I can never stop my brothers in time to save these worlds." coughing hard now. The gold sludge comes out, turns to mist and then to air more and more. “Please, take my hands Mark, take my fight.

I stop, I think. "I'm here. This is real. I have no idea how to get home. What should I do?"

I tell him. "Fine, there is no other way to get answers." I take his hands... Interlock fingers and hold his hands. He smiles and says. “Thank you..." He coughs more. Closes his eyes and begins shining a little harder. His grip tightens. We hold and I wonder, “What’s supposed to happen? Can he make it happen? Will I know? What if... There! I feel some tingling in my hands!