Djinn of vengence
By mIsTeReBoNy
 
 
It was a dark and stormy night. A storm thst raged not just in the sky, but in the hearts of youth. A storm of racial prejudice founded on the basis of terror and parental rearing. A storm that targeted an innocent prince who had no idea of his heritage.
 
A storm that was to summon ME.
 
How fortunate.
 
"We don't allow terrorists here!"
 
The hatred.
 
"Why don't you go play with goats, you freak!"
 
The mocking laughter.
 
"Get him guys! Punish him for what he is!"
 
The pain. The unending pain of fists and ridicule.
 
"That's enough guys. We'll leave Ali Butthead to think about staying here."
 
DELICIOUS.
 
It all would lead to the tears of my master. My young and important master, Ali Ben Khadir, an immigrant who just wanted to fit in with people. Oh sure, some saw beyond the skin, and his Muslim religion, and they are worthy of his friendship. But I care not for that. I desire enemies to punish. And here, in the wake of this horrible beating by the local "High Class", was a catalyst.
 
I could feel him grabbing the golden charm he wore around his neck, held on by silken threads. I could feel his anger, his sorrow, his decadent rage. Yes, I thought. It is time.
 
And he said the words.
 
*'iidha kan hunak tariqat lilaintiqam min hadha aleari, 'atamanaa 'an takun kadhalika!*
 
EXCELLENT.
 
In fire from the medallion I came forth. On a seat of smoke and brimstone I sat. With a grin of jackals and a gaze of a serpent I greeted my master.
 
"I am Arrakhat, Djinn of Vengeance. And I come at your call, master."
 
How shocked he was as he gazed at me, my perfect muscular form and massive round gut. I laughed as he stared mouth agape.
 
"Does my form suprise you master?"
 
"By Allah! What... how did..."
 
I was confused. Did he not truly know how he had summoned me? I chuckled at his look.
 
"Oh my dear Master, surely you must know of the truth of your talisman. You are descended from a line of Arab kings after all, and as such have such greatness."
 
He gazed at me in wonder, and I chuckled. I had him intrigued.
 
"But why did you appear? Was it what I said?"
 
"Indeed, master. You have been hurt so much by someone you seek revenge. I see it now. A group. A group of.... four. Your age. One dressed in attire finer than he deserves, others enslaved by his charisma and will. They mock you for her heritage, your belief. They hate you. Spit upon you. Curse you."
 
I smiled as he looked shocked. Of course I would know. I know all he experiences.
 
"It was so much... is not this land one where all are equal? So many say so, but those four..."
 
"Yes." I sneered. Hsing my power, I showed them, two boys and two girls. "Those four. They are not worthy of it. And I can punish them for their attitudes towards you and the true belief of this nation."
 
He looked at me. "What... what will you do?"
 
Heh heh heh...
 
"I will have revenge for you. And they will never harm anyone ever again."
 
He gazed at me in thought, but I knew what would happen. My teeth glimmered and showed their sharp edges. He looked at me.
 
"Then do it. If you will make it so.... then I wish it."
 
And just like that it was sealed. I laughed and the lightning slammed into the ground, the thunder echoing. I had made the deal.
 
"Granted. As you wish, they will be.... dealt with."
 
And I was gone. One by one, they would suffer as they made others suffer.
 
One.
 
By.
 
One.
 
Yummy.
 
*******************
 
The first one lived in a small home on the outskirts of town. He was an athlete some called him. A.... quarterback. A hurler of both pigskin and insults, spreading his odious seed among those who cheer his name. His name of Kevin.
 
His name that would soon be lost, replaced by a new one.
 
APPETIZER.
 
His home was a secure home, modest sized, but no mansion. It was still better than he deserved. But I'd take care of that. I wandered into his domicile, my form rendering the high costing protections worthless. I gazed about. My quarry was near.
 
And there he was, having not seen me. He was laughing on his phone about mocking and beating my master. Perfect. He had not seen me. I approached from behind. I let the shadow I cast slowly merge with his. And I waited until he turned to face the face of his doom.
 
He stared at me with wide eyes, the pathetic creature not used to something like me.
 
"Kevin. Kevin Houston."
 
The boy looked at me with fear. "How.... how do you know me?"
 
I chuckled. "When you mock your betters... .you best be sure they don't have power to make you pay for their crimes. Or better still, honor the good will and leave aside your foolish ways. Unfortunetly, you won't get to learn that lesson."
 
The boy blinked. "Wh.... why..."
 
"You mocked my master. By his wish.... you will face revenge."
 
He backed away from me, but he did not get far before I grabbed him around the chest. He screamed, struggling to get free. Good, beg for mercy. Plead. It enhances the flavor.
 
"Hey! Put my son down!!!"
 
I turned my head. A man in a uniform i knew as a coaches outfit. I regarded him with a steady gaze.
 
"Whqt did you teach him about people who are from other lands." I said simply. He humphed once.
 
"That they are worthless! The strong rule the weak!"
 
The boy screamed for us father to say no more, but itnwas too late. I knew all I needed.
 
"How right you are. The strong rule the weak. And I behold two among the weak."
 
I lunged forward and grabbed the father, the coach, the trainer of this worthless being. With one quick motion, his neck snapped, as I turned his head around. The boynscreamed once. He was the height of fear.
 
Perfect.
 
I struck. I chomped on his middle. His legs kicked out of my mouth, but it did no good. I chewed on him enough to enhance the flavor, and swallowed him whole.
 
One swallow.
 
Another.
 
Another, rhe screams being muffled now.
 
Another.
 
And one more.
 
Down down down down....
 
I felt my belly fill out. But I was in a hurry. I contracted my form, crushing him instantly. Satisfying, delicious.
 
One of four.
 
*******************
 
An hour later, I reached my second target. A small house, barely servant quarters. Dingy, crude. I knew the resident here followed her friends no matter what. Cindy her name.
 
Side dish was her purpose.
 
I saw her in the back, playing with toys she couldn't have gotten any other way but second hand stores. I knew this one had followed the crowd. Shame. Would have been easy if all had been evil. This one.... this one was simply a lemming. I would be kind to her.
 
"Cindy."
 
The girl turned and froze. "Monster!"
 
"No, djinn. But in your case it matters not. You harmed my master and he wished vengence."
 
The girl fell backward, trying to crawl away. "I didn't want to.... but I can't go against my friends! Who would be my friend if I betrayed them!?"
 
I moved closer. "So said every criminal in history who regretted that one shot they took. But I am merciful."
 
Cindy blinked. "You'll..... let me go?"
 
I smiled. "No."
 
It was quick. I lunged forward, qnd with a sudden crunch, she was eaten from the shoulders up. It was quick and painless. That mercy I can give. On the bright side, she was nice and sweet, and very crunchy.
 
Two down. Two remain.
 
*******************
 
The third was a high class teenager I initially thought the ringleader. He lived in a modest home like Kevin, and his family were derogatory to anything not of his gender or race. I could trace his roots to all forms of racial bias, to the point where he even hated his father because he believed in religion. His name was Paul.
 
What a scrumptious name for a devilish sounding main course.
 
The sad part was the boy wasn't at his home, but was hanging out with other kids throwing rocks at a church. He was laughing as he did so, delighted in causing pain. His friends even took spray paint and marked up crude looking long mushrooms along the doors. It was repulsive. Disrespect to Allah in any form was grounds for death. But I left that to others.
 
"Paul O'Connal."
 
The boy turned with his friends, and all three began to laugh at me. The things they called me I will not repeat, but needless to say I was not pleased.
 
"Seems you delight in breaking down things you don't like huh?"
 
Paul laughed. "And why not freak! Anything that isn't me isn't worth being alive! I am a gift! Everyone else is brainwashed into thinking they are special. Like the people here! Anyone who beliefs in anything doesn't deserve to live!!!"
 
I laughed. "Wrong. The ones who don't deserve to live.... are ones like YOU."
 
The boy lost his laughter. "This guy annoys me. Hurt him!"
 
I watched the feeble toadies pick up iron rods they had with them. How wonderful an idea. I glared at them and they suddenly were vaporized , their rods remaining. With another motion of my hands, the rods attached together and slammed to the boys front, just long enough to be a goof roasting stick, like a hot dog over a fire.
 
"I'll take great delight watching you squirm. Especially for what your group did to my master at your pathetic little school."
 
But even as I said it, I knew this wasn't the ringleader. True, even as I lit a fire under him, true even as I used my power to undo his destruction, and true even as I relished in the screams my future roasted boy made, this was not the mastermind behind it all. I saw the memories of the other three. And I knew. I knew.
 
Qnd I would delight in filling the leaders memory with the fates of the three.
 
The boy screamed and begged for mercy even as he roasted deep brown, my power keeping him alive to experience every bite, every chewing motion, every swallow, and eve moment of painful digestion inside of me, until the pain he gave to others was completely paid back in spades. How I laughed at his suffering! How it fueled my power! Pain and suffering on those who hurt my master make me stronger!
 
Now.... for the last one.
 
*************
 
Annie Watts.
 
Her name actually made my stomach turn.
 
She was one of those better than you types, delighting in pain. But unlike why I did it, to avenge those who hurt my master, she did it because she was the.... ick.... queen bee.
 
Soon she would only be dessert.
 
She should know at her age, not even a teenager, that the world didn't revolve around her. But everyone feared her. She manipulated everyone and everything to get what she wanted and who she wanted, and my master had said no. So she used his background as a weapon to harm him.
 
And as I neared her pristine home of white and pink, I saw in her mind, saw she planned to go further. Get him kicked out. Disgrace the family name. Get him arrested. She even planned to do unspeakable things to his family.
 
And the reason was because he would not do her homework.
 
Petty. Selfish. Arrogant. Spiteful.
 
DELECTABLE.
 
Time to make dessert.
 
I did not bother with subtlety. I saw she was trying to contact the others. She was getting no answers, of course. And it was making her mad. Time to explain why she got no answers.
 
And as I entered the master bedroom, where she lay on a silken bed, surrounded by every toy and dress she wanted, I saw her texting all three of my prior victims.
 
"They are not answering."
 
She looked up at me. I continued.
 
"Kevin. Cindy. Paul. They are all gone."
 
Annie looked at me. I expected fear. But she just smirked.
 
"So. A genie. Well you saved me the trouble of ruining those three losers. The atheist dunderhead, thinking I would date him. That Kevin, cared more about being the JOCK than being my servant. But worst was crybaby Cindy. Only thing I regret is not getting her kicked out."
 
I was chuckling. "So, you're so selfish you don't even care what happens to your friends."
 
"It's lonely at the top. No place for friends. Only what I want. And I want you to serve me now. I got sooooooo many people I can sick you on. You'd have so much fun."
 
I chuckled. This girl did her research.
 
"And best of all, you could have anything in the country. We'd rule the world. If I don't get what I want, you kill them. Seems fun right?"
 
For a kid this girl was pretty demented. I finally spoke.
 
"Sounds nice. Kill who I want based on who you wish for. Just one little problem."
 
She was about to ask what when I suddenly flew to her face and grabbed her arm. She went wide eyed as it began to go brown, round, and soft.
 
"I'm not a killer. I'm a djinn of vengence. And I don't like the taste of innocents. But those who hurt my master? Those are tasty. Especially. Ones like you."
 
She watched the brown spread along her skin, her fine clothes turning into frosting.
 
"Ones who hurt others for fun."
 
It spread to her chest.
 
"Ones who are full of anger or entitlement."
 
It took her legs.
 
"Ones who strive to do evil acts."
 
She went wide eyed as it climbed her neck. I grinned a toothy grin.
 
"And my favorite ones are the ones who are so spoiled rotten they think they are royal. You know what you really are?"
 
The change was almost complete. Only her eyes remained so she couldn't even scream as Sue turned into a spice cookie.
 
"DESSERT."
 
I laughed and took a bite, feeling her spirit be absorbed. Oh yes, this one got a SPECIAL punishment, as not even her soul would survive. I watched it try ro flee, but it to was chewed to peices and digested as if she never was. Hee soul and transformed flesh fueled my power, made me more muscular and strong in the art, as was so since I was first found centuries ago. I laughed. After all, no one would even look for her. She woukd be erased.
 
And with nothing to remember her by except a sweet taste on my tounge and fat on my belly.
 
The deed was done.
 
*************
 
I returned to master Ali that night. He gazed on me and knew the pain on him had been avenged, though he asked not how. Wise. He only touched his necklace and returned me too it so I may rest.
 
But I wait. I wait for another to wrong my master. For him to wish ill will. Qnd when that happens I will be there, to bring the revenge my master deserves.
 
I am Arrakhat. Djinn of Revenge.
 
Harm my master and face your demise.