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Journey with Three Marid Djinns. A war with the gods granted immortality. That, brought a threat of an apocalypse and a confrontation with Archangels.

Tempers flare between the Gods and Marid Djinns.Acts of revenge have blurred the boundaries between the realms. After Ragnarok, Sitoel returns to her gypsy tribe to sort out her feelings for Banter. When she arrives, she discovers her parents are outcast. The boy she scared while competing for the tribe’s sacred bloodstone is now their gypsy king. Sitoel is forced to return to her escapology acts to pay the heavy toll of bringing her parent’s back into the tribe. Gall loses Excalibur to the sea. His victories have gained the attention of the Greek gods, and Hel uses it to her advantage.

Hel convinces them to declare war against the Marid Djinns. The scheme stirs a challenge that forces the Marid Djinns to retrieve the Greek gods’ most sacred weapons. The task becomes nearly impossible while Banter and Sitoel face their trust issues. Akantha’s personal feelings provoke her to join the quest, but secrets from the past bring more doubts. The turmoil introduces a fourth Marid Djinn. His origin and purpose answers several questions for the Marid Djinns. It also formulates a connection between the weapons Iblis collected, and a new one called the Corpse Candle.

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	15 février 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665737654
Langue	English

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THREE MARID DJINNS
An Unrequited Love

JUAN BERRY

Copyright © 2023 Juan Berry.

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CONTENTS
An Unrequited Love
A Marid Kiss
The Vaults in the Styles Corporate Building
About the Author

AN UNREQUITED LOVE

C ontrary to certain myths and legends, Jinns do not inhabit lamps to give three wishes. This particular type of Jinn inhabited humans and creatures. Since the first great war of the heavens, an iconic Jinn named Iblis sought to corrupt and oppress humanity. No Jinns were more feared and respected for the task than three Marid Djinns. Iblis had spawned the creatures within the magma, ash, and water vapors of an erupting volcano. Since the day of their creation, his selfish nature had kept their faces hidden from all creatures, and they were forced to cover their faces with black silk scarves.
Their proud, arrogant, and rebellious ways quickly moved them through the ranks of their father’s army. They manipulated their human vessels by granting powers through seduction and increased strength for plots based on revenge. For this same reason, Iblis lost his Marid Djinns to a king. A deal forged by a practitioner of black magic forced him to barter the services of the Marid Djinns to soldiers in peril. They displayed their vengeful nature by refusing to bow down to any person or creature. They inspired characteristics that created legends for all cultures to follow. Many Greeks, Romans, and Scandinavians referred to them as Moirae, Parcae, and Norns—the F ates!
Every weapon they wield or create is designed for death and feared by all. They spawned legends within Spartan vessels, which led three hundred soldiers on a suicide mission against an unstoppable Persian army. Throughout history, they continued to weave fates in battle, such as when three Roman soldiers, inseparable and unmatched in skill, refused to surrender to an army on a bridge that crossed the Tiber River. In present times, their names are Gall, Sitoel, and Banter. I’ll tell you their story. . .

After Sitoel discovered Hel’s sordid affair with Banter, Iblis honored her victory in Ragnarok by granting her the request to return home. In the middle of the night, Sitoel slowly strolled through the shack-filled hills of El Carmel in the district of Horta Guinardo. In a secluded area that contained a caravan of gypsies, Sitoel approached a wooden carriage resting on the outskirts. She slowly walked up the creaking staircase, wondering why it was isolated from the others. A wooden sign posted on the door brought a smile to her face. She quickly recalled a childhood scolding from her grandmother as she touched the bold lettering. It read, “ MADAME CARREA, FORTUNE TELLER AND SEER!”
Sitoel’s grandmother dragged her into the carriage after a fight with the male teenagers in the tribe.
“Give me those escrima sticks!” shouted Madame Carrea.
“I earned it fair and square!” protested Sitoel.
Madame Carrea reached into her brassiere and removed the tribe’s sacred bloodstone. “While you were plowing through the men of our tribe, did it ever occur to you that one of them would be your king someday?” shouted Madame Carrea.
“No, I was having too much fun. To stop and think would have ruined it for me,” answered Sitoel.
Madame Carrea nodded with disappointment. She placed the stone in a small metal container and grabbed a deck of tarot cards from the shelf. “Well, I hope you enjoyed your workout. Your little adventure has cost us our place among the tribe.”
“A little voice kept daring me to take it, and after a few nightmares it showed me how. I didn’t want you to lose your place in the tribe. I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” said Sitoel.
“I always hoped you possessed a skill more favorable than the stick-fighting your father taught you. Now let’s see if you really can make it up to me,” replied Madame Carrea.
Madame Carrea sat at a large circular table centered in the caravan and gestured for Sitoel to remove a card from her tarot deck. Sitoel obediently complied and placed the card on the table. Madame Carrea’s eyes broadened with amazement. She moved her hands over the upward-facing symbols. “The wheel of fortune! Your gift is true. Our Great Secret means things will come to hand,” explained Madame Carrea. She stepped away from the table and walked back to the shelf. Sitoel curiously watched as she grabbed a can of paint and a paintbrush.
“What are you planning to do with that?” asked Sitoel.
“I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I’m making you a part of my show,” answered Madame Carrea. When she was done, the sign read as follows:
MADAME CA RREA
FORTUNE TELLER AND SEER!
PERFORMING WITH THE GREAT SE CRET
SITOEL CA RREA!
A familiar voice interrupted Sitoel’s daydream to bring her back from the past. “My child has returned to me. You may enter when you wish,” said Madame Carrea. Sitoel opened the door and found her grandmother sitting at the table with a deck of tarot cards. Sitoel removed her mask and ran to her side to give a heartfelt hug. “I feel the same. You couldn’t have picked a better time to return and redeem our name,” said Madame Carrea.
“What do you mean by redeeming our name? Why are you isolated from the others?” asked Sitoel. She pulled out a chair to sit beside her grandmother as she explained.
“A lot of events have taken place during your absence. After your sister’s death and your imprisonment, your parents were forced to leave the tribe.”
“Forced? Who would dare?” interrupted Sitoel.
Madame Carrea debated on giving an answer as Sitoel’s eyes lustered.
“Tell me!” demanded Sitoel.
“Our new king—he slowly bled them out of your small fortune,” answered Madame Carrea. “When they could no longer provide, he claimed they were cursed and made them outcasts. They now reside in the rebuilt shacks of El Carmel.”
“I’ll have to find time to tend to our king,” mumbled Sitoel.
Madame Carrea quickly changed the subject to keep Sitoel’s anger from escalating. “Enough about me. Tell me what brings you home?” she asked.
Sitoel’s eyes kept their luster as Banter and Hel came to mind. “I just needed to get away for a while,” Sitoel shyly answered.
“I’ve seen those eyes before. Age is supposed to bring you wisdom. Why do you foolishly try to hide the truth from me?” asked Madame Carrea. She picked up her deck of tarot cards and gestured for Sitoel to remove one. Sitoel obediently complied and placed it on the table with her mask. A stunned expression crossed Madame Carrea’s face as she looked over the reversed symbols of the lover’s card. “You’re here because of a man! I’m almost hesitant to ask if he or his mistress is still alive.”
“You can put your worries at ease. He’s still alive, but I can’t determine how long the other one will be,” answered Sitoel.
“Why trouble yourself over a man who makes you wear a mask?”
A smirk crossed Sitoel’s face as she recalled the time Banter first asked her to wear it. “He also wanted me to dye my hair a color called Ruby Eruption.”
“You refused?”
“He wanted me to match the ruby casing that almost killed me, and I didn’t have to match to see that Hel’s keys were also present.”
Madame Carrea disappointedly shook her head. “You should learn a lesson about love,” she replied. She then slowly stepped away from the table to retire for the evening.
“I never gave anything to anyone who didn’t deserve it!” snapped Sitoel.
“This is true about you, but can you speak for him?” asked Madame Carrea.
The question stumped Sitoel as she stood from the table. She walked to the corner of the caravan and pulled back a curtain that covered the space she called a room.
Madame Carrea could hear the rings slide as though she were slamming a door closed. She gently rested her head on her pillow as the sound of escrima sticks banged against the wall. Madame Carrea closed her eyes and whispered, “You’ll soon learn.”

After the death of Jormungandr, Gall caught a ride on a barge that docked in England. A smile appeared on his face as he recalled an Abominable safe house in East Riding of Yorkshire. Kaleb purchased a pub and inn in the village of Tunstall to help launder his business earnings. For