It was like a blending of colors, a smudging of reality.

Judal would find himself raping Aladdin again or torturing Ja'far deeper into his depravity. He would find himself standing upon the edge of a cliff, looking towards the Dark Continent, or Laem. The next moment, he was there, destroying everything. The next thing he would see was himself dragging the two into a town only to in the next moment be standing upon the burned remains of the place.

The black rukh sang around him. Aladdin was an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. He would listen to every word, take every bit of pain that came his way.

He would take it all and he would suffer.

Aladdin and Ja'far suffered from each and every town. Their faces hardened with every life they took. They laid together after Judal would have his way only for them to fall asleep into terrible nightmares. Judal would find his entertainment in watching them awaken only to have fallen just a little bit further if possible. It was beyond any of Judal's dreams.

Judal found himself laughing a lot. From the reactions of the two he traveled with, from the fresh kills. His hands and body were often coated in the blood of his enemies. His body was so often satisfied that he could not physically want for anything. It was a pleasurable feeling. Everyone was dead or dying around them. It was a whole new world order and he was leading it all with a child and the once loyal to an idiot king assassin. Their black rukh were silent, just acting as Judal's did in these situations.

Everything had fallen apart for the world. Over the indecipherable amount of time, the world was filled with flames, burning everything only to be covered in ice in the end.

The satisfaction of the hunt though, the sheer thrill of it all was dissipating. Slowly, Judal found himself walking away from each place more and more disgruntled. The bodies didn't seem to fall and die as well as they had before. the screams and the pleas were becoming more of an annoyance than anything else. With each town they would walk away from, Judal would tell himself it was just a fluke. The next town would be better. Aladdin would be shivering, holding onto Ja'far as they moved to the next place. He could feel the other's pain, Aladdin's thoughts. He could feel the adviser's agony and mourning.

"The next town will make the pain go away," he would tell them.

It was such a lie, just another white lie to spark the next flames to burn down the next town. Judal pushed himself to fight more, to take control and slaughter. The feeling of war, this was what he had wanted, wasn't it?

"This was not what you want."

Judal looked around, frowning. His body suddenly in great pain, he bent over. Aladdin and Ja'far flickered out of his reality. The road below him vanished. He stood suddenly in an open field, alone. Then he was in a room, the lights around him all extinguished, just leaving a world moving above him. Then there was enough light from that world that he could see around him.

The movement was what made him pause.

Small white creatures moved forth, bringing the head of someone. The head's eyes looking at him a moment before letting out a long sigh.

"I was hoping I could bring you here. Your friends have been making it quite difficult. Thank goodness Aladdin has blocked them with the Wisdom of Solomon for a moment."

Judal frowned, looking around, at himself. He felt awake, more awake actually then he had in ages. The head looked at him kindly and shut its eyes.

"Forgive me for the dream, I wanted to show you a reason why we cannot let Aladdin fall into depravity. I know that it may be too late for you, but-"

Judal stared at him, "You had me rape the kid… to show me why not to rape the brat."

"I was showing you why you would not want to allow Aladdin to fall-"

"You just gave me the best reason to make him fall." Judal sat up a bit more, making gestures. "Basically, if I have my way with him against his will, I get him, I get Freckles, and I get to kill everyone and take over the world."

The head glared at him, "You weren't happy with that. Remember the unhappiness-"

"I remember feeling miserable, but obviously I didn't realize I had taken over everything." No wonder it had all gone so quickly. No wonder Sinbad had been so much weaker. It would probably be much harder in reality, but now that he knew what kind of power lay within the young magi…

"You will not go near Aladdin." The head was moved a bit closer by the white creatures. "Does it not occur to you that you are being used by your leaders for their taking over everything? They want nothing but control. You felt the freedom of being rid of them. I let you have your war in that dream only to show you the emptiness that would come of it."

"It wasn't empty though," Judal argued. "I was enjoying it."

"You weren't enjoying it. You were miserable."

"Then I just needed to fuck the brat again. Apparently that's something pleasurable." Judal smirked over at him. "You apparently wanted me to, since that was how I made him fall."

The head went silent a moment, deep lines developing on the figure's forehead before its eyes opened once more. "If only I had my hands once more, I would smash you again, magi. You don't seem to get it. Aladdin will need your help to restore order, which will take as much war and fighting that you want. It is not through destruction and deprivation that you become truly happy."

Judal was ignoring him though, looking around for an exit. "I'm going to rape him now. Not so much because it would be interesting, but just to see you have to watch me-" he paused as he registered the head's initial words. "You were that brat's djinn!"

"Yes."

Judal moved forward and pulled his wand out, aiming towards the head. The rukh around them listened, changing into ice for him, taking the shape of several spears. "I think it's time for me to end this so that I can get back and start the dream as a reality."

The head stared at him a moment before smiling faintly. "Help him, Judal. You have no other option."

Judal rushed for the head, prepared to hit him when the world began to meld together. Colors, shapes; reality collapsed around him. It felt like he was falling. His wand fell from his hands, his head began to pound. He tried to move but his body felt frozen in place.

He woke up.

His eyes flickered around the room silently as he took in his surroundings. One of the Al Samen were standing next to the bed, ushering in a kind of strange fume.

"What's that?" He looked over only for the masked figure to jump a bit.

"Desert steam. It's good for you." The figure shook his head. "You were not waking up fast so we decided to try this method."

Judal sat up slowly, testing his body. Certain muscles ached, others felt cramped and unable to be moved.

"The young magi used the Wisdom of Solomon on you."

"I didn't wake up afterwards and head to get him?" Judal frowned at the other.

"Were you dreaming, magi?" The figure moved towards him, most likely interested. It had been a long time since he had had any sort of dream. He just remembered the Al Samen coming to watch him rest at one point when he had dreamed before.

"No," he replied, looking away. His eyes darkened a bit as he planned what to do next. "I just saw my plans to come."