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Luke walked down a road on his way to the park. For once it seemed there were no attacks from aliens or aliens in need of his help. He smiled as he walked humming a song that had got stuck in his head while he was watching the telly.
Come little children I'll take thee away
into a land of Enchantment
Come little children the time's come to play
here in my garden of Shadows
His mind worked over the illogical lyrics to this strange song. It seemed so like a song the Pied Piper would have played and it made little sense to him. Who had a garden where they grew shadows? I mean sure the plants have shadows but to grow shadows made no sense to him. Also there was scientifically no such thing as magic, so logically there should be no land where enchantment was real. Why would children find such a place tempting to enter, it didn't exist. The only line that made sense to him there was the one about play. He looked up as he neared the park and walked into it. He grinned and walked toward an empty swing.
Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the Sorrows
Weep not poor children for life is this way
murdering beauty and Passions
Luke began to swing as he analyzed the next lyrics. He shuddered as they reminded him of everything he had experienced since waking up as the Archetype and then being named Luke by his mother Sarah Jane. His short life up to this point had been full of such pain and sorrow, but it had also been full of such happiness. Another discrepancy he found in the song he was humming, life was still full of happiness and love. "Life gives as well as takes." He nodded to himself then began to hum once more as he thought of the next lyrics watching the other children plat under the ever watchful eyes of their parents.
Hush now dear children it must be this way
to weary of life and Deceptions
Rest now my children for soon we'll away
into the calm and the Quiet.
Luke thought over the last few lines before the repeat of the first set of lines. He could relate to these lines. He didn't understand why people insisted on deceptions, well beyond safety reasons such as how some aliens would disguise themselves as other beings to stay hidden. Shaking his head and focusing on his swinging Luke once again looked around at the park and sighs as hes swings all alone. It was so hard for him to find friends.
Deception. Just as the young Luke was pondering over its disuse, the master of it was perched atop a power line. The raven wasn’t fond of heights, but sacrifices must be made in such circumstances. The heights certainly had the advantage of vantage, if you’d pardon a rhyme. Iblîs, the declared Devil in the Islamic religion, flew closer, settling atop the fence while the boy took a seat on the swing set. Iblîs tilted his head, the bird’s pale blue eyes narrowing as he concentrated.
He had only the lingering stink of one Sarah Jane Smith – but it was prevalent enough to alert the Ifrit to her presence in his life. Iblîs had taken to observing her, watching her throughout her life to understand her weaknesses and to send obstacles and strife her way. He’d made it quite a game, really. Midge fly. It was interesting to watch her take in a child under her wing – he smelled distinctly not human, though most definitely not Time Lord, Jinn, or any of the other species Iblîs had become acquainted with during his tediously long life.
The bird flew behind a bush, quietly changing into the form of a young teenager, appearing no older than at most fourteen. Iblîs stumbled out of the bushes, laughing as he plucked pieces of twig and leaves from his hair and his clothes. Younger children brushed by him and Iblîs shuddered as their flesh touched his own. He bit his lip, looking at the swingset before looking around with a skillful amount of shyness. Let it never be said that Iblîs wasn’t an actor.
You didn’t get to live as long as Iblîs had without learning to deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate.
“Do you mind if I swing here, too?” Iblîs asked, sitting in the seat beside Luke a bit clumsily. It tottered underneath him and his grip tightened to the point his knuckles turned a bright white. “Oops!” he said, nearly falling out of the seat. All right, maybe that part hadn’t been acted. He was a spirit of fire, not of air. He never ventured high as a bird, and he was even clumsier off the ground as a human. It was why his human form were never much higher than five feet.
Luke looked up as a small boy sat on the swing next to him thus negating the question he asked. Luke quirks an inquisitive brow towards the boy. "As I am aware the swings in this park are free for all to use. I do not have ruling over who can use them. Furthermore by taking a seat while asking permission to take the seat you negate the purpose of the question therefore eliminating the reason for me to answer." He watched the small boy who appeared to trip over his own two feet and then smiled softly, almost shyly to him. "I am Luke Smith, who are you?" He stopped his seat so he could offer his hand to the boy to shake.
A slight sense of, what he assumed must be, excitement began to grow in his heart at the thought of making a friend. Then Luke paused and began to analyze that saying as he thought it. What did people mean by it? At his observation the excitement seemed to mass not in his heart, though it did seem to speed up a bit, but in his stomach. Then again saying something grew in your stomach seemed rather disturbing. Then again saying something grew in your heart seemed both dangerous and painful to Luke. He shook his head again and resolved to ask Mr. Smith or his mother when he returned home. He then focused on his possible new friend outside of Rani and Clyde.
Iblîs concealed the urge to roll his eyes quite excellently, if you asked him. It seemed that many different life forms never quite got the grasp of human speech and how to conceal themselves among the humans. It was often those ‘higher intelligence’ types that Iblîs found so grating. Higher intelligence, and yet they couldn’t learn something as simple as humans. “Hey, Luke,” he said, smiling. “I’m Amani Lahab.” Iblîs glanced down at the hand being offered to him and hesitantly put his sleeve over his hand, shaking Luke’s hand. There. He withdrew his hand, swinging ungracefully and looking up at the clouds.
He was conscious of the boy’s eyes on him and Iblîs moved his eyes from the clouds to the kid. Until Iblîs learned how sensitive Luke’s species was to telepathy, the Ifrit decided against it to learn why he was staring. Iblîs stopped staring back at Luke, instead focusing on his feet as he kicked in an attempt to swing. “What were you humming? A few minutes ago.”
Luke smiled at the boy on the swing next to him as he answered his question. "Hello Amani. The song is called Come Little Children and I heard it on a movie I saw on the Telly. I was analyzing it, it seems to be a very illogical song." Luke began to swing a bit higher from the ground watching the other children playing and wondering what it was like to have minds like theirs. He looks at the kid named Amani and sighed. "I might not be the best company. I'm learning still, sorry." He kept swinging and wondered how much longer Amani would stay. He wanted to keep his friend but wasn't sure how to make small talk. Not knowing what else to say he fell into an awkward silence and continued swinging and humming.
“I’ve never heard it before,” Iblîs said, watching as Luke swung higher. He mimicked the motions with his legs, a slightly triumphant smirk on his lips as he managed to propel himself. The smirk only lasted a few moments before he clutched the chains tightly after going too high. “What’s illogical about it?” he asked, putting curiosity in his voice carefully. At Luke’s apology, Iblîs shrugged his shoulders. “I’m used to it. I have to deal with people who aren’t much company every day.”
Luke smiled at the boy as he swung high in the air. He wondered what other children did while they were swinging but shoved that thought away in favor of speaking to this boy. “It was the first time I heard it to today. I suppose that is why I am so interested in it.” He shrugged his shoulders in a hopeless manner then quickly stopped as the motion caused the swing to sway in a dangerous pivotal manner. Note to self, don’t do things like that it changes the momentum of the swing itself. He had to refrain from testing theories on that, the thought of hurting his new friend stopped that thought.
“What’s illogical about it?”
He looked at the boy and realized he might be scared of heights. He instantly allowed his own swing to lose some momentum so he was at the same height as the boy. “Oh loads of things are. The words make no sense because if you want to entice children you probably shouldn’t threaten them while doing it. Also what child would be foolish enough to trust a person singing a song about kidnap anyway?” He had to resist shrugging again and looked at the boy. “Do you analyze songs to?”
“I’m used to it. I have to deal with people who aren’t much company every day.”
This made Luke even more curious. “Why is that? Are the people you are spending time with learning how to be human too?” Suddenly the thought Luke had said too much crossed his mind and he quickly added “Or rather how to interact with humans in this society?” At this point Luke really wished his mother was here to help him interact with this boy and he flinched a bit. I am not doing a good job with this. He fell silent and just kept swinging trying to keep the frown from his face.
Iblîs forced a grateful smile on his face to direct at the boy as he stopped swinging so high. He hadn’t missed the way the swing had begun to pivot, and he’d been prepared to vanish if needed. A song about kidnap. Iblîs felt the hair on his arms stand up and his grip tightened on the swing to the point his knuckles turned white. Oh, he was more than familiar with songs about kidnapping people. Memories of screams and fire and touches littered his mind and he stopped swinging, staring forward blankly.
He was vaguely aware of Luke directing a question at him, and Iblîs pulled himself out of his thoughts. Analyze songs? He smirked at that, chuckling. “Uh, no,” he admitted. “I don’t listen to music. Not really my cup of tea,” he grinned, pulling himself back together to continue swinging. No Jinn liked music – it was a genetic phobia. It was how the humans had caught them and tore away their souls to create the Lamps. “Especially not songs about being kidnapped.”
“I guess so, if you count school,” Iblîs said. “They’re learning how to become human. But why’d you say it like that? Aren’t you human?” he asked curiously, keeping his voice down. Of course the boy wasn’t, but it was best to approach such matters gently. “It’s okay if you aren’t, I’ll believe you. My best friend isn’t human; he’s from a planet that’s really far away.” That part wasn’t a lie – the Reaper was more than just his ‘best friend’, though the word wasn’t totally inaccurate at all.
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“Uh, no,” he admitted. “I don’t listen to music. Not really my cup of tea,” he grinned, pulling himself back together to continue swinging. No Jinn liked music – it was a genetic phobia. It was how the humans had caught them and tore away their souls to create the Lamps. “Especially not songs about being kidnapped.”
Luke stopped and looked at the boy curiously. “I see, well I won’t hum anymore I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Luke began to move the swing back in forward without his feet leaving the ground. He worried his lip a bit, a habit he had gotten from one of the multitude of minds in his head. He didn’t know how to broach the next topic but luckily he didn’t have to because the boy next to him did it instead.
“I guess so, if you count school,” Iblîs said. “They’re learning how to become human. But why’d you say it like that? Aren’t you human?” he asked curiously, keeping his voice down. Of course the boy wasn’t, but it was best to approach such matters gently. “It’s okay if you aren’t, I’ll believe you. My best friend isn’t human; he’s from a planet that’s really far away.”
Happy at the change being away from music Luke answered without really thinking, a habit he was trying to break but found he couldn’t really. “I go to school, even though I’m only a year old I get to go to school with my friends Clyde and Maria. Mom says that I need to learn how to be like other humans.” He grinned proudly, then suddenly he realized he had just told this boy the one thing he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone and he looked about ready to bolt. Oh no this is very bad! Then the boy said he had friends that aren’t human and a suspicious frown replaces the scared look on his face.
“You know other aliens? I’m not really an alien. I’m an artificial human. Well more a human that was made rather than born. It’s very complicated.” He watched the boy closely now. There was something off here. He felt like he was missing something, something very important. “What are you exactly?” He had to make sure this boy wasn’t a Slitheen.
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“You were made?” Iblîs asked, tilting his head curiously. Well, that much was obvious, and he was trying not to show his impatience. This boy was organic, his genetic composition was obvious enough to the life forms that could sense such a thing. Even still, he would probably pass as human despite the stench of alien on him. Perhaps he was technically human, despite his origins. Iblîs didn’t care all that much. “So what are you – a robot or something?”
As Luke watched him closer, Iblîs raised an eyebrow. “What am I?” he asked, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before suddenly smiling, as if understanding the question. “Oh, I’m not like you,” he said a bit vaguely, deciding not to confirm nor deny his humanity. “Why does your mom want you to be more human? Why doesn’t she just want you to be yourself?” he inquired curiously, tiling his head to the side.
Luke looked at the boy in mild shock and just a little bit of hurt. “I am not a robot. I am an artificial human who was made by the Bane. My mom saved me and is raising me to be human.” He continued to swing a bit in silence then adds. “But mom thinks I’m fully human. She might be right, I might not be Bane. I like to think that to, but I don’t have any biological parents and there’s no record of my birth." He shakes his head a bit. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” He really didn’t, he hadn’t even meant to tell this boy that he was made by aliens. He probably thinks I’m a nutter. He looks at the boy. “You must not tell anybody this though.” He hoped the boy would get the urgency behind his statement.
“What am I?” he asked, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before suddenly smiling, as if understanding the question. “Oh, I’m not like you,” he said a bit vaguely, deciding not to confirm nor deny his humanity.
Luke shrugged at this statement. He was pretty sure there was no one alive like him. “I figured as much.” He swung in silence for a bit before carrying on his statement. “I didn’t mean to be rude in what I said by the way. I’m still learning after all.” Everything was so confusing to him. The only knowledge of his species, or at least what his mom insisted was his species, came from the memories of teens and some adults that were transplanted in his mind. He sighed and looked down as the boy next to him continued.
“Why does your mom want you to be more human? Why doesn’t she just want you to be yourself?”
Luke looked at the boy insulted at this statement, well he didn’t know it was insult but the look was still there regardless. “My mom wants what’s best for me. I need to learn how to interact with humanity.” He felt a slight bit of doubt though in his mind, one that screamed to be noticed. It sneered at him and whispered bad things to him. Why can’t you be yourself Luke? What about you is so bad you must deny it? Does she think you’re evil? Speaking more to the voice than the boy he answers. “I am not evil! Mom just wants me to succeed.” The truth was Luke didn’t know why he had to deny his nature, but he assumed it was so he didn’t become like the bane and begin to kill.
“Why is she doing that? Humans aren’t anything special,” Iblîs pointed out. “And what’s so wrong about being a Bane, anyway? Just because you’re different, it doesn’t make you bad. You should just be the person you want to be, not the person your mother wants you to be.” At the boy’s request to not tell anyone, Iblîs nearly rolled his eyes. Who in the universe would he tell? The Reaper wouldn’t be amused by his petty familial divisions. “Who would even believe me, if I did tell people?”
Wants what’s best for him? Iblîs scoffed. If there was anything he had learned while studying humans, it was that very rarely did the parents want what’s best for the children. No, they wanted to save themselves from embarrassment and if they did want to see their children succeed, it was merely to leech off them, because they could never be successful. Iblîs could pick up on the insecurities, feeling the air around the boy tense and Iblîs’ lips curled back in a feral smile, his pupils dilating.
“Of course you’re not evil,” Iblîs soothed. “I know that – but you don’t have to pretend to be a human. You shouldn’t have to be someone else. Shouldn’t have to dumb yourself down to fit in with ‘humanity’. Have you seen what humanity is really like?” he asked, kicking the ground and revealing worms and bugs underneath the dirt. “Normal on the surface, but disgusting within. But it doesn’t have to be like that. Not for you. I know people like you – people who were forced to be someone they aren’t to please others. I could take you to a place where it doesn’t have to be like that. You could learn so much more than you could being raised by a human. You could find out more about who you are.”
“Why is she doing that? Humans aren’t anything special,”
Luke tilted his head and looked at the boy in curiosity. “She wants to teach me how to be good, how to be human.” He frowned a bit at the boys, second comment. “Humans aren’t special? Why aren’t they special? Aren’t all species special in some way?” His mother had taught him to respect and honor all species no matter how evil they are. Yet this boy clearly didn’t, maybe he had missed something. Maybe Luke had miscalculated, however unlikely that sounded.
“And what’s so wrong about being a Bane, anyway? Just because you’re different, it doesn’t make you bad. You should just be the person you want to be, not the person your mother wants you to be.”
Luke frowned now, how was he to explain the answer to that to his new friend. “The Bane are evil, they tried to take over the Earth and use me to do it. My mom saved me and adopted me. She is teaching me to be a good human so I don’t destroy.” Luke looked at the boy but he felt he was still missing something. What if the boy was right? What if he could be Bane and still good? Would Sarah Jane still be proud of him if he wasn’t human? He frowned and began to pace, he didn’t like being uncertain at all.
“Who would even believe me, if I did tell people?”
He looked back at the boy and shrugged. “You would be surprised how many people on Earth would believe you. There are humans who would jump at the chance to find proof aliens exist. They have shows on the telly of people claiming to have met aliens, but most are fake.” He shrugged and continued to swing still deep in thought. “I don’t know why humans aren’t allowed to know about aliens, but mom says not to tell people so I must not tell people.” He nodded to himself as if he had just stated the most obvious thing in the world.
“Of course you’re not evil,” Iblîs soothed. “I know that – but you don’t have to pretend to be a human. You shouldn’t have to be someone else. Shouldn’t have to dumb yourself down to fit in with ‘humanity’. Have you seen what humanity is really like?”
Luke felt very happy that the boy didn’t think he was evil, that made him feel good. He smiled and thought over what the boy had said. It made sense, why should he have to resort to dumbing himself down. He had never hurt someone innocent! He had never even thought of doing something like that, what was wrong with being himself? Weren’t parents always telling their children to be themselves? So why couldn’t he? He nodded to the boy. “I have, humanity isn’t all good, there are bad humans too.” He sighed and looked at the young boy, he seemed very smart to him. “I think what you say is smart.” He wanted to hear more of what the boy had to say.
“Normal on the surface, but disgusting within. But it doesn’t have to be like that. Not for you. I know people like you – people who were forced to be someone they aren’t to please others. I could take you to a place where it doesn’t have to be like that. You could learn so much more than you could being raised by a human. You could find out more about who you are.”
Now he felt intrigued, there were more like him! He had to see this place. He smiled and looked at the boy excitedly. “Please, can we go there? I want to see this place! I want to know more, and learn more. I like learning!” He practically bounced in excitement at the thought of going somewhere new and learning something new about a place. “Can you take me there? Please.” He really really wanted to go to this place with his new friend. “I want to go somewhere where I can be myself.” Now he really did bounce with excitement, though he would deny doing that later if anyone asked.
“The Bane you’ve met have been evil,” Iblîs conceded mildly, “but have you met them all? Who’s to say that the Bane you’ve been in contact with haven’t been an immoral group?” he pointed out. “Maybe you’re judging them without enough context. Not all humans are terrorists. Perhaps you should judge less quickly, and let your mother form your opinions less often.”
Bad humans. Iblîs nodded his agreement, feeling a little less friendly towards the species that had enslaved his own. Turned them into slaves. But of course the Jinn weren’t allowed to feel bitter – simply because the humans continued to use them for slavery didn’t make them evil. Iblîs turned his thoughts away lest the devil in him show. He watched the boy bounce around with an amused smile quirked on his lips.
“Of course I’m going to take you,” Iblîs told him. “I don’t deal in pretenses.” It was a lie, but only a minor one. His façade of being a human was less important to maintain, and he had never told Luke that he was a human. He was the master manipulator, preferring to deal in truths as they were the most corruptible. “I’ll take you right now, and return you whenever you like. Ah, but you might feel a little… loose when we arrive. Traveling interdimensionally has an unfortunate, but only temporary, effect on the molecular structure,” Iblîs warned.
He took the boy’s hands in his own and, without any other warning, split both of them apart atom by atom. The process was painless. As they traveled through the world of the corporeal and into the abstract, the senses, too, became intangible. Colors and concepts, dark and frigid, the feeling of simultaneous claustrophobia and agoraphobia. It lasted only a moment before both boys reformed inside of the Jinn Council. A large jacket and warm gloves had appeared on Luke’s person.
The indoor temperature was like being outside on a chilly winter’s day. The outside was considerably less hospitable. No living thing could survive it as the temperatures delved close to absolute zero. Even Jinn perished; their molecules freezing and unable to move.
Iblîs put his hands behind his back. “We don’t have libraries, but we have Historians. And there are a few with the universe in their heads – not bound by space or time, but having an intimate connection.” He wouldn’t give any specific information, and he wouldn’t disclose the Jinn’s location. Luke wouldn’t keep secrets from the Sarah human, and so Iblîs wouldn’t give them. “Would you like to look around first? You’ll find the building to be very… expansive.”
“The Bane you’ve met have been evil,”/“but have you met them all? Who’s to say that the Bane you’ve been in contact with haven’t been an immoral group?”/“Maybe you’re judging them without enough context. Not all humans are terrorists. Perhaps you should judge less quickly, and let your mother form your opinions less often.”
Luke’s immediate desire was to deny all of that. His mother was teaching him how to be a human, she wouldn’t make him evil. However as he thought more he realized that the boy in front of him had a point. He needed to start forming his own point of view. “You do have a point.” He smiled and continued to swing. “I’ll try to start developing my own opinions more and more often.” He smiled a bit more and leaned back.
“Of course I’m going to take you,”/“I don’t deal in pretenses.”/“I’ll take you right now, and return you whenever you like. Ah, but you might feel a little… loose when we arrive. Traveling interdimensionally has an unfortunate, but only temporary, effect on the molecular structure,” Iblîs warned.
Before Luke could even make a comment he was going through a weird process that he didn’t understand at all. He felt completely weightless and then he was in an extremely cold environment, he was wearing warm clothing that he definitely did not have on before, this was confusing to him but he knew he’d be able to learn quickly. He looked at his friend and smiled. “That was very cool Iblis.” He chuckled and continued to look around.
“We don’t have libraries, but we have Historians. And there are a few with the universe in their heads – not bound by space or time, but having an intimate connection.”/“Would you like to look around first? You’ll find the building to be very… expansive.”
“Yes I’d like to have a look around! I want to explore this building and learn all about this place.” Luke was eager to learn. His innocent eyes filled with joy at the thought of learning something new. He looked at the boy and smiled. “This place is awesome I like to learn new things.” He looked at Iblis and grinned excitement clear on his face. “Where are we?"
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