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Iona, a little surprisingly, was watching Iblîs as he put Aixa (whose name she had vaguely learned from now) in a room with another prisoner Iona was not familiar with. She hovered slightly in the doorway, pushing her hair impatiently from her face as she watched the Head of the Council and Aixa. She wasn't one to question the Head's orders or what he did, but...
She did often wonder, like now, why there were so many people being taken. Sure, he'd probably mentioned it, but still. It was rather amusing seeing them all seemingly trapped in rooms, and they were obviously confused. Iona smiled a little to herself, before again concentrating on Iblîs and Aixa, her smile fading from her face as quickly as it had appeared.
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, Iona began to listen to what exactly was happening...
Iblîs pushed the young amir in the room, his upper lip twitching in disgust. Aixa fell on the ground with a loud thump, scrambling away from the two Ifrits. The Amir scooted closer to the blond human in the room with him. The human seemed to be asleep, or he was at least unconscious. Aixa looked up at the Head of the Council distrustfully. The Head of the Council stared impassively at the amir.
“You’re evil.”
Iblîs rolled his eyes, his hands sparking with a hot flair of energy. Aixa covered his ear again, the flesh raw from how the Head of Council had burnt him. He didn’t have enough energy to waste it fixing his appearance. The combination of the Head of the Council’s actions and the Nothing he’d encountered earlier had clearly taken their toll, and no matter how much energy his dear Shezaan bestowed upon him, he wasn’t going to survive very long at this rate.
“What does evil mean?” Iblîs asked with a sigh of annoyance. “I’m only doing what is the best for my people. Once we find the way to murder Solomon before he arranges our demise, then I will stop my… interrogations.”
“If you keep the humans from binding us with Lamps, you’ll kill Shezzy and me! We only exist because of them!” Aixa argued, looking up pleadingly at the small boy. “If you’re really doing what’s best for us, think of everyone, Head of the Council!”
Iblîs shook his head, looking annoyed. “I will take your case into consideration, but sacrifices must be made for the greater good,” he said. Aixa opened his mouth and Iblîs clenched his fist. Aixa held his throat, trying to gasp for breath. Iblîs turned to the younger Ifrit, his pale blue eyes not focusing on her completely. “You will watch the Amir and the human. And, sister, I trust I don’t have to remind you what happens should you disobey me?” he asked, brushing her hair behind her ear and offering her a wolfish grin.
His fist unclenched and Aixa coughed, glaring angrily at the Head. Iblîs vanished in a trail of pale green energy.
Evil? EVIL? That was rather annoying since, like Iblîs replied saying, the Head was just trying to protect and do what was best for his people. That doesn't make anybody evil, Iona figured.
As Iblîs spoke to her, Iona put her full attention on him. When he brushed her hair behind her hair and grinned at her, she smiled back. After he'd vanished, Iona looked at Aixa, then at the sleeping human, then at Aixa again.
"You shouldn't have called him evil." Iona said as she approached the center of the room. "You have no right to accuse him of being that." she continued, her voice cold and icy. "He's doing what's best for his people, how is that evil?" this kind of counted as sticking up for Iblîs, but oh well.
Aixa swallowed down his fear and looked over at the human. It looked to be the same man that the Head had taken the form of. What had Blue said his name was? Matthew or something…? Aixa hugged his knees, remaining beside the human silently. He didn’t know what the Head of the Council was going to do with him or his Shezaan. He looked up at the female Ifrit, watching as she and the Head exchanged smiles.
If the Head as much as laid a hand on Shezzy’s head…
“You shouldn’t have called him evil.”
The amir looked up at her. “I must have forgotten that murder was kind,” Aixa snarled, eying her mistrustfully. “He’s doing to the humans what Solomon did to us. Kidnap and murder.”
She kept approaching him, finally stopping when she was in the center of the room. Aixa stared at her anxiously, wishing Shezaan was here. He was brave enough to deal with an Ifrit by himself, but what was going to happen to Shezaan? What was the Head going to force him to do? This was his entire fault… if it hadn’t tricked Pippa into making a wish, the Nothing wouldn’t have gotten him and he would have had enough energy to at least try to fight…
“You have no right to accuse him of being that. He’s doing what’s best for his people, how is that evil?” she demanded.
Aixa scowled. “What has he said to twist your head around so badly? Take a look around you! He’s kidnapping the humans and the Lords of Time and he’s killing them,” he pointed out. “How does that sound like he’s doing what’s best for us?”
Iona scowled. "He has reasons, I'm sure." she said, determinedly. She looked at the Amir with a look of contempt and slight annoyance. How could he not trust the Head Of The Council?
Aixa scowled. “What has he said to twist your head around so badly? Take a look around you! He’s kidnapping the humans and the Lords of Time and he’s killing them,” he pointed out. “How does that sound like he’s doing what’s best for us?”
Iona was now a little angry. "He doesn't have to say anything. I trust him, and so should you, so should everybody else." she continued, her eyes showing her slight anger.
Aixa shook his head. He was sure that the Head of the Council had his reasons, but did any of them know what they were? The Vetales must, surely, but they were too afraid of the punishment to speak up. He didn’t know what the Head of the Council had done to make the rest of the Jinn too stubborn or scared to speak out against him, but if he was going to save Shezzy and Pippa, he was going to have to bring the Jinn out from under him. Or at least knock enough sense into the Head…
“He doesn’t have to say anything. I trust him, and so should you, so should everybody else.”
The amir shook his head. “But why?” he asked, standing and leaning against the wall. The side of his face where the Head had burnt him was bright red, and there were dark shadows under his eyes. He was running on too little energy, and Shezzy wasn’t there with his ‘kiss of life’ this time. “He’s manipulating you into helping him! You’re smarter than that, aren’t you?”
If there was one way to get to an Ifrit, it had to be their pride. It was a little hypocritical, sure, but if Aixa had to manipulate her to help defeat the Head of the Council, he would do anything to get his Shezaan and mistress back.
Iona wasn't having that, and that was for sure. She was loyal to Iblîs, and despite knowing that she had kind of been manipulated into helping him, she wasn't going to be broken down so easily.
"Maybe I am." she said. "But I'm loyal to him, and like I said, I trust him fully, so I'd never turn on him." Iona said, wisely. She couldn't read minds, or anything, it was just a bit obvious what the Amir wanted, and she was refusing it, in her own way.
Iona's eyes flickered to the human, and a slight amusement sparked up inside her at how helpless it looked. Her eyes moved back to Aixa, and her amusement was replaced by an icy annoyance. Couldn't he just..well, trust Iblîs? Then again, it seemed doubtful.[/font]
Aixa sighed and shook his head. It was hopeless. Whatever the Head of the Council had done to the Jinn, done for them, it had completely won their favor. Despite the bloodshed and hypocrisy of the eldest Djinn, it seemed as though there were no way of convincing this Ifrit. He leaned against the wall, sighing and shutting his eyes. He hoped Shezaan was having better luck than he was. All he was accomplishing was… nothing.
The girl couldn’t, or wouldn’t, explain why she trusted him or why she was loyal to him. The Head of the Council had done very motivational things for the Jinn, but that had been at least a thousand years ago. And maybe he had been the sole person responsible for the creation of the Council and sure, maybe he had been worthy of their respect and trust, but not anymore.
Iona watched the Amir and as he seemed to be thinking, she started thinking too. She wasn't going to be broken down easy, and she really did believe the things she was saying about Iblis.
Is he loyal to you?"
Iona looked up at Aixa. "He doesn't have to be." she replied simply, as if it was that easy.[/size]
Aixa shook his head, taking a step towards her wearily. "Don't you understand? He does have to be," he argued. Why couldn't anyone else understand why this was such a terribly bad idea? If they were never caught by the humans, then sure, their enslavement never happened. Thousands of Jinn never lost their lives, they wouldn't have had their souls ripped out of their body and bound, and the Drevnimi may still be alive. He licked his lips, unable now to think of an unselfish flaw in the Head of the Council's plans.
His soulmate wouldn't exist. He wouldn't exist. He would be someone else entirely. They would be someone else. "Did the Head tell you what he was going to do with Shezaan?" he asked the Ifrit tentatively, pleading her to be honest with him. "I need to make sure he's okay. Because if he's not there will be hell to pay," he snapped, a hot wave of angry energy flooding out of him. He leaned back against the wall, exhausted.
"Anyway. If you're going to be stuck with me until he kills the rest of the humans and Time Lords, I might as well know your name, Ifrit."
Iona watched him doubtfully. "No seriously, he doesn't. You don't get it, you really don't. He's the Head of the Council, he doesn't have to be loyal to anyone, especially not me." she said, her voice calmer now. She knew it was kind of silly, but she still respected him, despite her knowing he, as Aixa said, was not loyal to her. She didn't really think he should be.
"Did the Head tell you what he was going to do with Shezaan?" he asked the Ifrit tentatively, pleading her to be honest with him. "I need to make sure he's okay. Because if he's not there will be hell to pay," he snapped, a hot wave of angry energy flooding out of him.
Iona took a step back in surprise, and she felt a rush of annoyance and a hint of anger. Energy crackled at her hands but she struggled and restrained it. "No, he didn't. I've never heard the name before. And.." Iona paused. "If he was going to tell someone, it wouldn't be me. I mean, why would he?" she said, not really asking Aixa's opinion.
"Anyway. If you're going to be stuck with me until he kills the rest of the humans and Time Lords, I might as well know your name, Ifrit."
"Iona." the Ifrit replied, watching the Amir. "And I'm not sure of that, actually. He didn't tell me what his plans were." she added.[/size]
"Really?" Aixa replied, drily. It was true, he didn't 'get' it. He crossed his arms and continued leaning against the wall. "Just tell me why. Are you being threatened? Why do you have so much blind faith in him?" he asked, frowning. "Why are you so loyal to someone who couldn't care less about you?" he continued. "It just seems... strange to me. I don't think I could ever trust someone like that."
The girl seemed surprised by his fit of anger. Surely if she realized what he had at stake she would understand. But this was an Ifrit, and they didn't feel any concept of love. Right? "He's my soul mate," Aixa snapped. "So if he dies, I will not be happy," he said icily.
He paused as he thought about what she said. "So you just do whatever he tells you to do? You don't think for yourself or anything? No 'Why are they our prisoners' or 'why are you killing them'? You just do it?"
"Iona. And I'm not sure of that, actually. He didn't tell me what his plans were."
Aixa was blown away again by her utter faith and loyalty in the Head of the Council. "Aixa... but I guess you already knew that."
"No." Iona said quietly. "He isn't threatening me. He never has." she said. "Blind faith, you call it? I just...I just trust him, I think more than everybody else does." actually, she had no idea why she had that 'blind faith' in Iblîs. It was just there.
"He's my soul mate," Aixa snapped. "So if he dies, I will not be happy," he said icily.
Iona thought about that. "Your soulmate?" she repeated. She knew what that was, of course, but she didn't know what it felt like to have one. Then she shook herself. "the Head can do whatever he wishes with your...Shezaan. It's no concern of mine, nor yours."
"So you just do whatever he tells you to do? You don't think for yourself or anything? No 'Why are they our prisoners' or 'why are you killing them'? You just do it?"
"No." Iona snapped. "I don't ask questions, and if I did, he wouldn't give any answers, I'm sure. But you won't be able to stop him, not alone. Most of your friends are probably too scared of him to say a word against the Head of The Council." she said, her voice turning icy, also, with a slight defensive side.[/size]
She trusted this kid – this demented little boy – over the value of her own logic and thoughts? Aixa narrowed his eyes, wondering if there was something to the little girl that she hadn’t quite let on. “He’s too psychotic to love,” he said, sitting back down before his legs gave out. “As a friend, as anything.” He was careful not to imply that she was in love with him. As stupid and stubborn as he was, he knew not to piss an Ifrit off.
Perhaps when he was stronger and hadn’t been sucked dry of his energy, he would have at least been able to hold her off until she got bored trying to kill him, but that wasn’t an option anymore. The Nothing had ensured that.
“Your soulmate?” she repeated, and Aixa nodded. “The Head can do whatever he wishes with your… Shezaan. It’s no concern of mine, nor yours.”
“No concern of mine?” Aixa echoed. “He’s holding the person I’m in love with hostage,” he said angrily. “If Shezaan gets hurt, I will kill your little Head,” he barked, feeling the stinging of tears. “I only just found him again, I can’t lose him, Iona. Even an Ifrit has to understand love.”
“No. I don’t ask questions, and if I did, he wouldn’t give any answers, I’m sure.”
“I’m sure of that as well.”
“But you won’t be able to stop him, not alone,” she continued. Aixa’s upper lip twitched, and he resisted the urge to hiss that he was far from alone. “Most of your friends are probably too scared of him to say a word against the Head of The Council.”
He remembered Shezaan’s bravery, the way he’d flicked the piece of chalk at the Head, how he’d argued. Aixa shook his head slowly. “Do whatever you want to me, but I will help bring the Head down. And if you think the thousands of Ummaar you’ve kidnapped are going to remain sitting in that room forever, you’re crazy.”
Iona blushed ever so slightly and looked at her hands. "What exactly are you implying?" she asked, looking back up when her blush had faded.
Even an Ifrit has to understand love.
Of course they did. Of course she did. "I do understand love, don't mistake that. But I can't help you. Or, I won't. There's nothing I can, or want, to do."
If Sheezan gets hurt, I'll kill your little Head.
Oh no he didn't. Iona's hands crackled with a slight angered energy. "You'd have to kill me first." she said, her voice dangerous. The energy faded from her hands as it dawned on Iona what she had just made obvious. She looked away, her arms folded.[/size]
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