"I've broken something much valuable than gold." - Genie of DEATH
Author's P O V
Dylan was snoring hard, really hard.
"Master, wake up!!!" Violet cried.
He covered his face with a pillow, "Don't disturb" was something written.
"Master, you are gonna wake up or I'll refund your Mercedes." Violet sermoned, her purple-coloured pajama was a thought that Dylan think she was Kimberly.
He removed the pillow including his blindfold in his eye, eyes were red, still not that awake.
"Kimberly?" Dylan groaned.
"Yes, this is me. Now are you gonna stop that horrible snore or I'll take back my Mercedes." She ordered.
"Just shut up and sleep with me in here, babe." Dylan smiled and turned on his blindfold with the covered pillow. "I won't stop until you kiss me."
The fact that Dylan ordered his master to "kiss" him, Violet had thought it was a wish. Instead of Dylan being totally Awake, Violet was the one. She knew it will risk her life, but it was an order. The prophecy says "Order is an Order." Whatever happens, it will be. She took three steps backward, eyes widened for that order, Dylan had no Idea. He covered his body by the long, thick-polkadots patterned blanket because of the air conditioner. He slept like Aurora being the "Sleeping Beauty" and she must kiss him, as the way it must. Violet tried to return back to her lamp, but Dylan's order kept on repeating manically in Violet's mind. "I won't stop until you kiss me." She waved her finger to make her back to the lamp, wishing that she'd never mind her master's annoy-much snore. She noticed that something sparked in her lips; the pure red-coloured lips, as red as blood and the most reddest rose in all. Something was making her go near to her master's ****. Violet was shaking.
"I'm gonna die."
"I'm gonna die."
"I'm gonna die."
Before she got in bed, she saw where the dark magic came from.
"Oh no, I'm not!!!" Violet screamed and waved her finger like it was the hardest time she did, pointing it to the larged-glass transparent and the most clear-ever-seened mirror. It came from the deep magic, since the spark was pitched-black and no hearts were in it. Violet was a passion Genie. Male Genies often fall inlove with her, but she doesn't. That's why hearts was her pure magic. It never leaves her.
"Evangelina Olive Prucio, I annoint you as the great Genie of Passion." Natasha granted, holding Violet's soft forehead and gave her the gift of beauty and passion that will help her complete her mission.
"Your majesty, this is a serious gift. Why her when there are a lot of Gene babies around?" Syfolla asked sofly, proud that Natasha had given somegenie the power of passion, right after Olivia.
"I told you, I see her future. It's not normal as us, but I know she can survive."
"You mean, she's not gonna be a goddess?"
"It's not that, Syfolla, she may experience difficulties with her masters. One of them will fail her mission. She was the one who made it by herself."
"That was, um, er, interesting."
Violet's P O V
The Mirrors were broken, piece by piece. I watched as the deadly glasses fell straightly in the ground. There was a few drops of blood in it, as if there was someone inside. I tiptoed near to the broken pieces, afraid that I might wake my master. And there I saw eyes.
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Genie of DEATH.
FantasyEvangelina Olive Prucio, also known as Violet, an innocent Genie fell for her master the moment she sees him in the eyes. Unfortunately, it was forbidden for Genies to kiss their master, for Violet to take note of the law, she had granted the second...
