Preconceived ideas always get in the
way of reality. When a portal opens in the corner of your room, you
expect it be oval or round not torn away like something blasted
through jagged rock but there it was and within it stood the most
beautiful of creatures. I dare not say man because this was no human.
He stood at least 6 and half feet tall
with skin blacker than night with a violet sheen. He was sheer
muscle, trim without looking like a body builder. There was not a
hair on him. He looked like he was made of volcanic glass. His nose
was straight and his chin squared with lips neither full nor thin.
His cheek bones were high and chiseled enough to be masculine. The
squared jaw gave him an almost delicate appearance had he not
appeared to be made of rock. His eyes were the things that captured
you. The whites were dark gray and the colored portion so black you
would not have noticed the pupil had it not appeared to flicker with
black fire.
He reached out on hand to me and I was
compelled to walk to him but not stupid enough to cross into the
portal. His hand took not my hand but the back of my neck. I was
surprised by its coolness and then he kissed me. Make no mistake of
passion nor desire or even affection. The kiss was perfectly chaste
and I felt a fire entering my body of a physical type. My entire body
was heating up as he released me from his kiss and touch.
I looked at my arm and gasped in both
horror and fear. My skin was burning off my muscles, curling up at
the edges where it cracked and flaked off to the ground where it
disintegrated. “What have you done to me,” I gasped, my voice now
husky and rasping. I was burning from the inside out.
“I have repaired you,” he stated
with no emotion.
I looked once more at my arm with fear
and found marvel instead. My arm was now as hard looking as his but a
beautiful violet red color. Every part of my body was hardened to the
eye but flexible to my feeling and movement. I was young again but
something else indeed. “What am I?” I asked.
“You are Red Fire Djin as I am Black
Fire Djin.”
It was only then I noticed the world he
stood within and that it was on fire with black flames edged in
molten silver. All around the periphery huge black crystals rose and
a throne made of them completed the arc. He sat on the throne and
lounged. “Don't worry,” he purred, “They will never see the
difference. They only see what they expect to see.” With that the
portal closed.
