Disclaimer: I don't own the Djinn from Wishmaster. And if I did...I'd start the zombie apocalypse. XD

And WOOT! Freddy makes an appearance. Too bad it's going to be short lived. Oh, and I'm moving this to the Hellraiser category cause there's none for Wishmaster :P Sorry. The Cenobites had become my main antagonists in this actually. They were mentioned in earlier chapters so you should be able to figure out why.

Elysium was giggling like an idiot. "You're so devious!" She straddled his lap and smiled "Maybe that's another thing that's so alluring about you. A quick wit, and a sharp tongue. Power and a good mind that knows how to utilize it to the fullest. That and you're a handsome devil." She grinned and winked as she went to slide out off of him. He put his hands on her hips and growled. "Where do you think you're going?" she gave him a smoky look through her khol lined eyes. He'd reverted to his natural form and pulled her closer to him. He hooked a claw in the collar and pulled her down to claim her soft lips. It was obvious he enjoyed the taste of her raspberry lip gloss as he sucked her bottom lip clean of the tasty balm. She groaned into his kiss when he bit down to draw a little blood. He pushed her down onto her back on the plush couch and ripped her underwear off of her. His sharp claws had sliced through the lacy fabric easily and he trailed the smooth edge of one of his talons on the inside of her thigh. Her breath hitched as she held onto his shoulders. He touched her tenderly and found her bare. He gave a toothy smile at the feel of the soft flesh of her pubis.

He dipped his head down and bit on the soft mound of her breast that was pushed up so temptingly. She hissed in pain but looked down at him with half lidded eyes. His own crimson ones glowed with lust as he quickly claimed her again. Their love making was quick but passionate and satisfying. They finished with her straddling him like before. She lay against him breathless, playing lightly with one of the tentacle like horns that drooped over his shoulders. He was playing with her soft hair and enjoying the closeness of his waker. The bond was a bit stronger this time. Much stronger than from Alexandra, or Morgana. She'd accepted him for what he was, taken him on as a lover. And she showed that she was a natural for the elemental magicks. Truthfully though he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He felt her soft lips press onto his throat and felt her sigh. Her warm breath against his heated gray skin. "What will happen to me once you're all free?" He paused at this. What would he do with her? He'd rule of course, being the one that released them all from their imprisonment. Ah fuckit, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. And if he wanted her for himself, than so be it.

He continued to smooth her hair and wrapped his strong arms around her. "You'd be mine. That's all you need to worry about. Only I could lay a hand on you...or claw. Only I could be your master. After all. If I didn't protect you it'd be undoing the first wish. Now wouldn't it?" He was teasing her lightly and she nodded with a smile into his neck. "I...I think I'd like that." She felt secure in his embrace, safe. She knew that the things that had haunted her nightmares all of her life couldn't touch her as long as she had the protection of this amazing creature. And he'd been wished into it for forever. She still felt guilty. "I still feel bad for imposing on your free will with that wish." He pushed her back and cupped her cheeks in his large hands, only lightly scratching her scalp. "Don't be. It's worked out pretty damn well so far." She nodded as he drew her into a soft, kiss and she melted. They made love several more times that night. Not only on the couch but also in her bed on her black cotton sheets.

The next morning came around soon enough. Elysium slipped out of bed again, leaving the Djinn sleeping soundly. She got dressed in a white sundress with white socks and put on her fuzzy slippers. Humming to herself she brushed her hair out and put it up in a couple clips with red butterflies on them. Then going into the kitchen she got to work making breakfast. She pulled out eggs, pancake mix and sausages. She pulled down her waffle iron and started that heating. She danced around the kitchen singing to herself as she pulled out some frozen strawberries and a can of reddi-whip for the waffles. She thawed out a bowl of strawberries and after piling a few waffles on each plate she finished them with scrambled herb laced eggs and sausages. She drizzled Nutella over the warm strawberry and whipped cream laden waffles and topped it all off with powdered sugar.

The Nathaniel woke the the smell of frying sausage and eggs. Blinking he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall and watched her. It still perplexed him on how she was able to slip out from under his arm without waking him. She was washing the pan and iron she'd used to cook and put them away before making a pitcher of juice to go with breakfast. Silently he slipped up behind her and wrapped his large arms around her. Pinning her to his chest. "You have to tell me how you do that."

His growling voice in her ear made her shiver. "What? Cook?" She was teasing him slightly and he laughed darkly behind her. "No. How do you keep slipping out away from me without waking me?" She grew still in his embrace and looked down at the pitcher of orange juice. "I had to learn stealth like that because...I didn't want to start my mornings with a beating. If I woke my husband as I got up for work. He would beat me mercilessly. It became second nature to mask my self as I woke. To...cloak my energies and just drop off the radar." She had gone stiff in his arms but he could feel a small tremor run through her. "There were so many mornings I could have killed him...I had so many opportunities to make him hurt...to hear him scream and beg me for mercy." Her hands were now white knuckled on the counter top.

Through their link, he could feel the finely controlled hatred and rage, boiling just beneath her usually calm surface. He pulled away while shifting into his human guise and sat to eat the wonderful breakfast she made. He was all too familiar with those emotions. They ran strong and deep in his kind. It was mostly projected towards the humans that had nearly destroyed the world that was suppose to have been theirs. She collected herself and turned with a small smile. Her eyes softened as he gave her a look that said he understood. They ate in comfortable silence and once again she cleaned the table and dishes and after going over the house sat down in front of her computer to go through and pay some of her bills and do basic mundane activities.

Nathaniel studied her, why hadn't he pushed her for her final wish! He shook his head and sighed. She'd gotten under his skin and he wasn't sure he wanted to get rid of her so quickly. And besides, he still had to get the souls and she offered to help. Which was more than any of the others had done for him. A gunshot pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced over at her and she was laughing maniacally. Curious he stood behind her and watched as she had on her computer screen. He laid a hand on her shoulder and she jumped with a scream of terror. "Gods damnit! Don't DO That!" She'd paused her game and glared at him as he grinned at her amusing reaction. "What are you doing?" She grumbled and turned back to her computer. "I'm a bit bored ok? So I'm playing Doom 3." He watched as she crept down a blood soaked hallway only to be accosted by a man dragging his upper half and moaning in pain. She grit her teeth and reloaded in preparation of whatever might come her way. Several imps appeared out of the darkness to get their heads blown off. While she went around and killed all of the monsters she explained the premise of the game to him. "Technology is a wonderful thing y'know? Let me show you what some of us little humans have come up with." She flashed him a smile, saved and exited to pull up google.

She spent a couple hours showing him the things that humans had developed over the last century or so. "When the rifts open, you will be met with resistance. Don't underestimate them. Humans will destroy everything just to spite you and your kind." he nodded and noticed that she had not included herself in when she indicated humans. As if she could sense his question she sighed. "I have a metaphysical tie to an eternal child of fire and I have creatures of suffering out for my soul. I've been granted 2 wishes that have been fulfilled quite well, I'm immortal and read from a library that had probably never had mortal hands handle the books. There are so many things that are steering me away from anything 'human' so yes. I don't include myself anymore with them." She got to her feet and walked into the bedroom and began to get her suitcase packed with her new clothing. Corsets, waist cinchers and black leather went into the case along with stockings and an extra pair of boots.

A knock at the door caught her attention and she answered it. A fed-ex guy was standing there with a large box in his hands. "Mrs. Elysium Klein?" She nodded and he handed her the box. She signed it and grabbed a pocket knife off of her desk. Grinning she opened the box and pulled out a plastic wrapped black sheath. Nathaniel rose a brow in her direction as she put the sheith and belts aside and pulled out several small boxes. She ripped them open and laid out a small arsenal of cutlery. "Thank you cold steel." she grinned as she sheathed two karambits, the nightshade skean knife and pulled out two boot blades. She pulled out as well what looked like a round brush until she unscrewed the handle and a honey comb dagger was revealed. She breathed and tested the edges of the knives by slicing her own arm open. It healed instantly and she grinned. "Perfectly razor sharp. And they wont be detected by metal detectors." She grinned as she put the knives away and packed the brush for her backup.

Only one more day and they could be off. She felt a little nervous though. She had found out that where they were going, she had a high chance of running into or being able to get to where the cenobites could be called. She had found out that there was a casino that had just opened, it was called 'Hellworld' and she swallowed hard at the thought. She'd seen the pictures and it looked like a giant puzzle box. She knew that she had to face her fears and she planned on it. She'd tell Nathaniel tomorrow what she planned. But for now, she was going to gather all of her stuff, and the left overs of her husbands crap that might be semi valuable and she was going to pawn it. Then as they left, she was going to set the place ablaze. She never wanted to come back here again. Her car was now paid off and she was going to bring the beginning of the end. And an end to a beginning. A new era was going to begin. And she was going to be there to see it through, after the cenobites after her soul had been taken care of.

The day went by uneventfully. Nathaniel had disappeared at one point and she lay down for a small nap. She slipped into blissful darkness. Wanting to forget just for a little while that the fate of all humanity lay in her hands. As much as she showed apathy towards that responsibility it still chewed at her conscience. What was worse was the fact that she had been falling for the Djinn. Her heart ached and that thought chased her into fitful sleep.

When her eyes opened she gaped at the scene around her. Pipes and steam surrounded her, and gloom pressed against her like a physical force. She could feel her throat starting to close up in panic. She knew this place. It had been so long ago, her foster parents had moved into Ohio and had stopped in a small quaint little town named Springwood. That had been the beginnings of her problems. HE had been the reason she'd gone and delved into the occult. She had to calm herself down, she was starting to hyperventilate and it would do her no good if she had to run. Then the thought struck her. She was immortal, duh. That helped calm her down a little. "Ok Ely, you've been through worse. You're lovers with a Djinn, you've been claimed by other demons. Your soul is already spoken for. He can't touch you." She whispered this to herself like a mantra as she made her way around the boiler room setting she was in. The screech of metal on metal made her jump and she looked around frantically. 'Where is he? Where is he?' She continued on her way, trying to look for a door out even though she knew it was futile. Another screech, closer this time, and she squeaked with fear. "Dammit! You're suppose to only be able to haunt Springwood! You can't have gotten out!" She yelled into the gloom. The only reply she got was a dark chuckle. She grit her teeth in anger. "This is only a normal nightmare. Just a NORMAL nightmare! I'm just dreaming of you as a flash back from before, that's all!" Another screech and she whipped around and her eyes widened in fear.

There he was, those cold, blue-gray eyes, dirty fedora, burned skin, that red and green sweater and the glove. The razor sharp blades seemed to catch and glint in what small light there was. "You...You're not suppose to be here. I left you back in Ohio!" He chuckled again and started to advance on her. "Oh...you did princess...And you got older too...and very much out of my jurisdiction. But, strangely enough I felt you come back into the fold. And the dream people told me what must have happened. And I know to listen to them. The rumors in hell spread fast and get out to anyone that might need to know. Myself included." his gravely voice was still nowhere as bad as Nathaniel's but it was close. She shivered internally at the sound, but with him it was in disgust. His very presence made fear run cold through her veins. She was backing up, step by step away from him as he continued advancing towards her. "Ah...I can feel your fear from here...Delicious." His arrogant smirk made her breath quicken. He was her phobia. Deep seated and unavoidable. "I'm immortal now. You can't kill me. You can't have my soul." His smirk only deepened. "Oh...I can't?" He stepped sideways and disappeared into the shadows. Her eyes widened and she whipped around trying to find him. She backed towards what she thought was a wall and instead felt a sharp pain in her back. She stumbled forward and heard him laugh behind her. She looked back and saw him licking a drop of her blood from his claws. Panicking she dashed forward through the halls. Running from him in terror. She could still feel his grimy hands on her, could still feel his blades cutting into her skin. Could feel his foul breath on her neck as he took her innocence, as he raped her in her dreams.

He had been the reason she'd tried to summon Dantalion so many years ago. All because of him, and her desire to be rid of him. She didn't give a rats ass if it saved other kids, she just wanted him to leave her alone! She ducked and weaved through the corridors, down hallways, around hot pipes. Her mind had forgotten what she'd learned in the Djinn's library. She could have repelled him with fire and water. The pipes were metal, brought from the earth, and air was everywhere. But she couldn't think of these things. All her mind was focused on was running and avoiding him. She ran around another corner and barreled right into him. She screamed as he slammed her into a wall.

The slashes on her back were healed already but she groaned at the throbbing in her head from the impact. "No more running. No more hiding. You're mine little piggy. You were mine before, and you'll be mine again. Over and over and...well you get the idea." She tried to push him away and he slammed her head into the concrete again making her see stars. "You sick fuck." She grit out but the next insult on her lips was cut off by a scream as she felt his blades plunge into her stomach. She saw his eyes roll back in pleasure at the sound of her pain. "Yes...scream for Freddy." He pulled his claws out of her and watched as the flesh healed over in moments. He grinned. "You weren't lying when you said immortal." he ran the back of his blade over the bloodied, but whole skin. She bit back a sob as he wrapped his bladed hand around her throat and stroked the exposed flesh. He smiled as his eyes went half lidded. He brought his burnt fingers up to his mouth and sucked the fresh blood from them. "Mmmmm. Still sweet. Just like your fear. You'll be a good, hearty meal for me." He leaned in and captured her lips with his own coarse burned ones. He pulled her bottom lip in and nearly bit through it. She choked on her own blood and tried to scream. She beat on him trying to push him away as he forced his disgusting tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite down on him but he slammed her into the wall again. He ran his blades over her decolletage and over her arm, leaving deep slices, down to the bone. He watched almost fascinated as they closed up again. She screamed and bit and kicked and punched at him. Her knees finally let out from fear and exhaustion.

He grinned as he saw his opportunity. He was just as immortal as she was, especially in his own realm and unlike her, he was used to dealing with struggling victims. So his stamina was a lot better than hers. "I got a lot stronger over the years you know." He pushed her hands by her head as he straddled her hips. Burning pipes snaked out of the ground and bound her there. "Fear, souls and little sluts like you fed me. Heh. They tried to get everyone to forget me so I couldn't get their children anymore. But they all paid for that mistake." He was taunting her now. Taking his time in slicing off her white dress, bit by bit. "And then there was you. You were the one that got away. But not anymore." She looked to the side. "Fucking pedophile." She grumbled. He slapped her hard enough she saw stars. "I never did anything to the little ones." She looked at him, rage in her eyes. "Except kill them!"

He sneered at her. "They were to be MY children then. I was the last thing they saw, I was the one and only thing they knew in their final moments as each breath left their bodies, as they screamed, and pleaded and begged me not to kill them. They would be mine because their stupid whore mothers and fucktard fathers took my own little girl away from me! I made them all PAY. But I never touched them like that...not the little ones. No, they had to stay innocent. It made their souls that much sweeter. And made me that much more powerful." He leaned into her, pressing his hardness into her hip and breathing in her scent. "It was little bitches like you though" He growled. "Little teenage sluts wearing 'innocent' things to bed. But I knew better. You were already all tainted, stained to the soul. So,I figured that there'd be no extra harm if I was the last things that each of you little cunts would know before you also joined my flock." Her eyes widened. She knew that he had been planning on raping her again, but the full realization hit her just then and she began to thrash wildly. "No! NO! Nathaniel! NATHANIEL HELP! WAKE ME UP!WAKE. ME. UP! DANTALION!" Freddy laughed as he sliced into her again, eviscerating her with ease. She screamed in panic, pain and fear. She didn't feel him yanked off of her and thrown some distance. Her eyes opened as she saw Nathaniel in his true form standing over her. He reached down and snapped the pipes and faded them back to the waking world.

She jolted awake screaming and Nathaniel grabbed her arms to hold her still. She burst into tears and wrapped her arms round his neck and sobbed. She was covered in blood and her dress was ruined but she was out of the dream, thankfully her stomach only had red lines left from what could have been her intestines spilling out if she'd moved wrong. She was out of Freddy's realm and into the arms of one bound to protect her. She had cried herself into hiccups and grabbed the water bottle she kept by the bed. She downed half of it before blowing her nose on a tissue and dabbing her eyes. "You...saved me. Thank you."

He grunted his response but kept silent, letting her collect herself. She sighed and looked up at him. His crimson eyes burned with questions and she knew that he deserved answers.

"Dantalion." She said softly. His full attention was on her, she'd called him his true name so she must be serious. She gave a heavy sigh. "You remember when I told you that I had summoned the Cenobites on accident while trying to summon you?" He nodded but kept silent. "HE was the reason I was trying to summon you in the first place." She leaned back and ran a hand through her hair, grimacing when the tacky blood on her fingers caught on her hair. "I'll tell you what I know about him AFTER I get cleaned up." His lips quirked as she got to her feet. "You would like to be clean?" She nodded and he grabbed her wrist before she could leave the room. She turned to him but then looked down to see that she was blood free and her clothing was whole again. Her eyes widened. "That wasn't my last wish...wait." His eyes narrowed but he gave her a small smirk. "The wonderful thing about free will is that I don't have to count something as a wish if I don't want to. But because it was a desire it's in my power to fulfill it." She gave a small smile and then laughed lightly. "You're so devious." He made a modest gesture and she couldn't help laughing. She threw her arms round his neck and gave him a soft kiss on the side of his throat. "Thank you." His arms went around her. She sighed and sat next to him and chewed her bottom lip as she regaled her tale.

"I was 16 at the time. My foster family had been moving all around. We had moved to Ohio from New Jersey and by that time I was already a bit of a renegade. I could tell that my so called 'parents' really hated me. And well, the feeling was mutual." She brought her knees up and stared off into space, reliving those memories. "It was shortly after we moved to Springwood that I met Freddy." She sighed. "At first, I only appeared in his boiler room. I would wander around for hours before waking, still tired, as if I'd not slept at all. I would see his name scrawled on the walls in blood, and the haunting sound of children singing rang in the background. Echoing off the walls with their ghostly voices." She screwed her eyes shut. "I was stupid. I went seeking to find who he was, he became an obsession. I HAD to know. I scoured everywhere I could. Libraries, microfilms, history books, news papers. I finally found an article about him online and that is when he finally appeared in my dreams. After I had learned a bout his death, about his killings. The Springwood Slasher had come to claim yet another victim."

Her voice grew bitter. "Bastard liked to toy with his food. For months he 'played' with me. Chasing, me around his damn boiler room, through his old and dilapidated house. He fed on fear, using terror tactics and psychological warfare. I kept myself alive by avoiding sleep. When I started stealing no-doz and drugs to stay awake they decided I needed to 'get help'. They started me with therapy and the like and for a while I fooled the shrink to thinking I was sleeping. But I knew that could only work for so long. So I started looking into the occult. Spells, rituals, protection charms. Anything. I was able to get a few nights sleep every now and again. I was able to put up full ritual circles and keep him out of my dreams. At least for a little while. I found what I needed to get rid of him permanently. I figured I'd fight fire with fire. Or demon with deamon as it were. It took me over a month to get everything ready. And I do mean everything. I had the sigils made, the clothing the sacred space, the runes and inscriptions. It took forever it seems but finally everything was ready and I just was waiting for the right day to come to perform the ritual. I had even settled on my offering." The Djinn rose a brow at that. "Oh? What was it you were going to offer me? What would be important enough to you that would be worth me getting rid of this dream demon for you." She looked down at her hands and blushed. She couldn't meet his eyes and bit her lip. He put a finger under her chin and made her meet his gaze. "What was it?" She took a breath and gave a shy smile. "My Virginity."

He blinked at that then burst out laughing. "Your virginity?" She slapped him on the arm. "Hey! It meant a lot to me at the time! More than anything. Even more than my soul!" He chuckled as she pouted. "It really did mean that much to me. But that was taken from me. The night before the ritual he broke through my wards." Dantalion's laughter died as she continued. "He chased me like usual, only this time it was different. He knew, oh gods...somehow he knew what I was going to do and he was going to kill me that night. He strung me up, holding me in place with burning pipes. Slowly he sliced away my clothes and raped me. Over and over until I basically begged him to just kill me. He..he told me that he'd keep me around until he got bored with me and then, maybe, if he was feeling merciful he'd kill me. I got away only because I had learned through meditation and sheer mental exercises how to pull myself out of there. He'd sliced me up pretty good before I was able to calm myself enough to wake myself up. My foster mother was a pretty damn good screamer, I'll tell ya that. When she found me bloody and lacerated I almost thought she'd shatter my ear drums." She gave a mirthless laugh. "She bandaged me up, thinking that I had done it to myself. They were planning on taking me to Westin Hills, the local Asylum. But I had escaped them and had ran to hide in the place I had prepared for the ritual which was in an old abandoned building on the outskirts of town. At the day, and time I had read was proper, I began my summoning. But I guess that the combination of anxiety, blood loss and fatigue made me slip up and well...out popped that damn pinhead cenobite. I had been ready to give my soul to be free of Krueger while I lived. He had taken everything of real value from me then. Everything except that." she gave another heavy sigh and brushed away a small tear. "After he had gone, I was found by the local sheriff and some of the goon squad from the asylum. They sedated me and dragged me off to the hospital. I was slightly gone by that time. Screaming about demons, and Freddy and everything. After they had me institutionalized they started me on Hypnosil, a dream suppressant. I was on that shit til I turned 20. They couldn't hold me any longer and I moved out of state. Away from Westin Hills, away from the condescending conspiratorial assholes and away from Freddy." She sighed and flopped back down onto the bed. "And that's my story." He looked down at her and gave a small huff. "That's quite a story."

She grit her teeth and her fists balled up in anger. "Not again. Fucker's not going to get me again. I wont be afraid of him." Her fist burst into flames and she got to her feet. "I don't know what kept me back. I should have fried his already crispy ass." the flames shifted to hot blue and white then went out as she gave a maniacal grin. "Fire killed him once before. And it will again." She gave her lover a soft look. "I do have you to thank for this bit of confidence though. If I hadn't been able to get at some of those books I'd not have this bit on my side. Nor would I have the immortality to keep myself alive while I beat him to a bloody pulp."

He smiled while getting to his feet and pulled her into his arms. "You were the one that made the wishes. I merely fulfilled them, that's all."

She put her forehead to his chest and closed her eyes. "It'd be so easy to just wish for him to have never been born. Then none of this could have happened." She sighed heavily. "But. I'm not that selfish. My last wish will be used well. I've been selfish enough with the first two. Haven't I Nathaniel."

He made a non-committal sound. "They were your wishes. Not mine. You were able to use them how you saw fit." She nodded.

"You're right. They were my wishes. So, I'm going to give you my last wish." He froze.

"What?"

She looked up into his glowing crimson eyes. "I will give you my final wish, to do with as you want. No restrictions on your power nothing. You can do anything with it. Anything from erasing humanity, to making god himself change his mind and have Eden be the domain of the Djinn from day one. Or even just turning your current realm into a perfect paradise. After we get the souls of course." He looked down at her, shocked at her sincerity.

"Why would you do that?"

She shook hear head and gave him a smile. "Because I trust you to be fair."

He blinked again and leaned against a wall. "Elysium. I've destroyed so many of your kind. I've shed oceans of blood and many of your species would call me quite diabolical, evil even. I enjoy inflicting pain on others, the sounds of their sweet agony is better than any angelic choir to me. Your trust is appreciated, truly it is. But to go this far...You realize you may be dooming all of your kind. Right?"

She put a hand on his arm. "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you? My protector, my lover, my savior." She took a step closer with each word, and finally reached up and kissed him. She had begun to know him better through their bond. Realizing that it went both ways had helped her the last week or so. She had really gotten to know him well. She let him feel what was in her heart. She knew that he didn't love her. He felt affection, and possessiveness and protectiveness towards her. And she was infatuated with him to say the least. She knew that because of her first wish he wouldn't abandon her, he wouldn't harm her and would protect her. It was all she wanted from anyone. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Drinking her in, no one had ever trusted him like she did. He had let her in behind his walls a little bit, he'd had no choice. The bond between them was that strong. She had genuinely wanted to know him. Him, not what he was or what he could do for her. Just who he was. His likes, dis-likes interests and any trivial little thing else she could think of. And she had shared of herself in kind.

"Thank you. When the time comes, I will use it well." He said softly and she nodded with a soft smile. He gave her another swift kiss and a small hug. "Now, we need food in us for tonight and some rest. You will sleep with me in the gem. The demon wont be able to touch you there, I'll see to it. So we'll both be rested up and ready for our flight tomorrow. We still have souls to collect." She nodded and went into the small kitchen to make dinner. Happy that things were looking up fully, even with yet another preternatural creature vying for her sanity. At least ONE of them actually cared about her well being.