Suddenly, Jim felt her very soul being pulled away - and everything went black.
There was no light. There was no sound, no sensation, not even her own breathing.
"Jim?" Jezbul's voice cut through the darkness. "Weird. The girl before me had a 'J' name, too. Maybe it's a rule, or something. Anyway, in case you're wondering, you're inside the medellion right now. Don't worry, it's-"
"Hey!" Jim interrupted, her voice loud in her apparently non-existant ears. "How'd you know my name?"
"It's written on the medellion, genius. You shoulda seen it when you summoned me. Anyway, I don't have anything against you, but I don't want to risk getting stuck in there again. So I'll tell you-"
Jim interrupted. "Let me go!"
"Heh, hell hath no fury, eh? Look, I'm doing you a favour, here. I'm gonna tell you how this works."
It was clear who had the power in the situation. Jim settled back to listen - or tried to. She didn't seem to have a body to settle back in, so she settled for settling mentally.
"First thing you gotta know is, you're a daemon. That means you gotta do what you're told, but you're no genie. You obey orders, not wishes, though personally I don't see that there's much of a difference. There's no limit on number, either - you obey whoever owns the medallion, until they stop owning the medallion. Of course, you don't have to tell them that, but trust me, it saves trouble in the long run.
About obeying... Like I said before, you can sexually enhance people from a distance. You can summon butterflies, wealth, or succubi. And trust me, the succubi never get old. The 'grant wishes' thing is a bit of a catch-all for abilities we don't know about, because frankly I never did anything outside of the stuff in that list. All I know is, half the time someone asks me to do something new, I found myself doing it."
Jim cleared her throat to ask a question - except that she didn't seem to have a throa, so it wasn't very effective.
"There's one other thing you wanna know, OK?" Jezbul continuued. "See, right now you can only hear me because I'm holding the medallion. The minute no-one's touching it and you're inside it, you go to sleep. You don't even get dreams. The medallion could sit under a lake for a few years and you'd never know. As far as I could tell, you just stop existing. Pure, unalloyed oblivion. Scary, huh? Don't worry, You won't even notice."
"But I can-" Jim protested.
"No, you can't. You can't do anything except talk in there, and trust me, I tried. Anyway, like I said, I'm not gonna risk letting you out, 'cause I know the first thing you're gonna do is try and get me back in there, instead. I'm gonna put this medallion back in the box, now, and send it to someone random. If you're lucky you'll trick someone quickly."
Jim heard the sound of Jezbul opening the box. There was no more time to talk. Her mind span as she tried to plan for life as a sex daemon. Well, I guess I can pervert wishes to avoid sex with guys. I'm a sex daemon, perversion should be easy, right? I wonder when that oblivion thing is gonna ki-
Thu Aug 19 11:35:06 2010