The Djinn's Queen

Chapter 15: Pretty Promises

Here's the other part I promise y'all! Maybe I'll do some art, inspired by this chapter later. For now, enjoy!

The disguised djinn gives a small smile that appears soft with the help of his human appearance.

"If you'll indulge me,"

 Nicole looks down at the bedsheet under her, avoiding making eye contact with Nathaniel. Red flags start going off in the young woman's mind, which usually would have her tell the disguised immortal to fuck off and then get as far away as she possibly could. However, that would be unwise, given the unprecedented situation.

'Just play along, for now.'

 She thinks to herself before looking back up at the eldritch being in front of her. Nicole's right-hand starts twiddling with her bracelet as she gives a silent nod. The Djinn gives a wide borderline manic smile as he rubs his free hand delicately over the Fire Opal in hand, causing it to emanate its own fiery red light, its scarlet beams slowly trickling over the room to engulf it. However, this light holds its own dry arid heat that makes staying under the duvet sheets and her conservative nightgown unbearably suffocating; luckily, it's less bad without the duvet, although, there's no way in Hell that Nicole is taking off her only clothing in front of him.

At the foot of the bed is the Djinn, in his true monstrous form, and to his right side, his arm is linked with, what Nicole could only describe as a Queen. She radiates a gentle glow, similar to a single delicate candle flame in contrast to the red light blazing throughout the rest of the room. Her raven hair is separated into two long braids with flame-colored jewels woven into the tresses, that cascade down her bust and stop above her hips. Nicole recognizes the woman's face to be someone she's familiar with, a face she sees every time she looks in a mirror, herself.

The other Nicole wore a long sleeveless dress that pooled around her feet. The dress looks to be fitting, hugging her bust and curves in the most appealing way. While a good portion, including the skirt, is black, a good section on the right is a bright scarlet that's separated by intricate gold designs that also led to a single strap over her left shoulder while keeping her back bare. Around her waist, she wore a thick gold belt with rubies embedded within the center along with diamond and obsidian lining the sides. Around her neck and over her shoulders, she wore a bib necklace made with, no doubt, gold with every type of jewel known to man to make the image of djinn as depicted in ancient scrolls; the crowning centerpiece being the Fire Opal itself, laying right over where her heart is. Upon her head is a tiara, also made of pure gold mixed with an unknown black metal that seemed to absorb all light around it, almost as if to say how darkness overcomes in the end. The jewel centerpiece there is a finely cut morganite in the shape of an upside-down heart.  She's more beautiful than Nicole ever thought to be possible for herself, yet it's not enough to blind her from her other observations. 

For one thing, she wore a similar pauldron to the Djinn she's clinging to on her shoulder, with the spike in the same position and everything. That's not mentioning just how much she batted her long eyelashes at the Djinn, the false Nicole's eyes shining with absolute devotion to the eldritch being beside her. The fake Djinn in turn looking down at her possessively with a sort of hunger in his eyes as he lifts a hand to caress fake Nicole's cheek. The Djinn's clone carefully runs his talons down the side of his lady's cheek with all the care and gentleness in existence, leaving not even a scratch on her. In turn, fake Nicole runs her delicate hands over Djinn's chest before sliding them up to his head then teasing his tentacle-like horns with her descending fingers. The two meet in a slow passionate kiss that then melds into a lover's embrace, desperate to leave no space between them and to touch every inch of their partner.   

They then dissipate, still intertwined, into the air to settle just above the floorboards as a cream-colored fog. Oddly, the room was no longer as arid but a more comfortable temperature; similar to when sitting at a comfortable distance from a fireplace to make s'mores. After a short pause, The Djinn, now wearing his Nathaniel disguise, speaks.