Well, I'm a jinni now… I guess?" Bethany says out loud while looking around the empty white square room.

"I could swear that I died in a car accident… why and how did this cause my soul to be transferred into the middle of this morbid ritual?" The moment Beth regained consciousness after she died, she got a wave of information which seems to come from her very core.

She now was a djinni, a magical creature with unbelievable strength and powers, to her dismay she also understood how djinns were created.

"Sacrifices, a lot of them. Six hundred sixty-six I think is the needed amount." The ritual which creates djinni's takes the souls of all the people sacrificed and fuses them together after wiping them clean of any personalities or memories so that the newly created djinn can develop its own personality.

Every djinn will inheritably know what they are, how they came into being and what they are capable of.

"Damn, being a djinn has so many perks. For example, I can understand, speak, and write any and all languages I come into contact with. Or, the first time a djinn leaves his vessel he can freely decide what its form shall be. Well, there are also downsides, I am bound to a vessel which in turn can be bound to person, making me a slave to said person." Beth remains silent for a moment.

"Now that I think about it I don't want to be a djinn anymore." A cold shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about being enslaved for all eternity to some disgusting asshole.

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"DING~!" A loud but harmonious bell resounds through the white square room.

Beth instinctively knew that she was being summoned out from her vessel by whoever has bound her vessel to themselves.

'I don't wanna go.' Curling up in a corner Beth decides to sulk and stay in her cozy, blank, white square room.

"DING~!" The harmonious bell sounds again but Beth ignores it and starts thinking about food.

Why about food? She didn't know but it gave her more than enough to think about.

Her thoughts got interrupted by a powerful voice of a woman wo spoke in a commanding tone.

"I know you are inside there, young Djinn. I also know what it is you are thinking right now, you think that by refusing to reveal yourself you won't be enslaved, am I right?" The woman's voice took a mocking tone against the end as if she was sure that her guess was perfectly correct.

Beth's eyes instantly grow sharp and focused.

'Looks like this isn't their first time creating a djinni, the had to create a whole lot of them if she can so accurately guess my current thoughts.' An evil smile appears on Beth's lips.

'Now I'm curious to find out if whoever this person is, is able to compete with me in terms of deceiving, tricking and playing with words?' Beth quickly scans through her inherited memories and knowledge till she finds what she is looking for.

"Let me reassure you, young Djinn, I know of many ways to drag you out of your vessel, if you refuse to show yourself, I can guarantee thee that you won't enjoy what will follow." Once again, the female voice was heard in the white square room.

'Its show time!' With that Beth Exits her vessel.

In the middle a giant hall made from smooth marble stands a perfectly square block of obsidian black stone, its surface is so smooth that it seems to sparkle in the light of the dancing flames which are placed on columns near the wall of the hall.

In front of the smooth black stone