1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus


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    not?” “They had powers,” Kyle answered. “They cast spells. The police couldn't have stopped them.” “And you could?” His mother was half-hysterical. “I don't understand what has gotten into you? Is it Aaliyah? Is your wife feeding you all this mumbo-jumbo?” “We had weapons that Aaliyah brought us.” “I can't deal with this, Kyle!” she snapped. “Your sister is unconscious, the doctors are baffled, and I can't deal with your lies! Just tell me the truth! What happened to her, Kyle? What happened to my baby girl?” Kyle walked over to his mom, taking her hands in his and knelt before her. “Please, Mom. You have to believe me. Someone cast a spell on Fatima. That's why the doctors don't understand what's going on.” Her beautiful face twisted with anger and she ripped her hand out and slapped him. “Enough, Kyle! I won't be mad, just tell me the truth!” “Aaliyah, I wish that you prove you're a Genie.” Aaliyah considered it for a moment, then suddenly there were flowers decorating the room, feeling the air with sweet, pungent scent. “Our wife deserves to have finer surroundings,” she answered. His mom gaped, her jaw working. She looked at Aaliyah like she had sprouted a third arm and all the color drained out of her face. “Y-you...what...how?” “I'm a Djinn. Like your son said. I grant him certain wishes, help his life go more smoothly.” “Then you can fix Fatima!” Hope burned in his mom's eyes. “Make the wish, Kyle.” Aaliyah's face fell. “My powers are limited. Healing her is beyond ...
    them. I can help Kyle around the house and...help him with relationships.” “We'll find a way to save her, mom.” Kyle leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. “I love her, mom. I won't abandon her. She's one of my wives.” His mom nodded. “I know that you love her.” Then she hugged her son and sobbed on his shoulder. Later, after his mom's crying had abated, Kyle led Aaliyah out of the hospital. He still had school to attend. Shannon, Kyle's oldest concubine, the beautiful mother of Chyna, waited by her SUV a hopeful look on her face. Kyle shook his head, and her face softened. “I'm sorry, Master,” she whispered, giving him a motherly hug and then a most unmotherly kiss. She opened the door; the SUV had been modified heavily by Aaliyah this morning, the interior enlarged to hold all Kyle's concubines in comfort. Alexina, Carla, Toni, and Chyna were sprawled on the rear seat that was as wide as a couch, sharing kisses, and Fatima's two concubines, Kayleah and Ann, were curled on pillows on the floor. “She's still unconscious,” he told Ann and Kayleah, and their grief returned—they loved his sister greatly. Alexina and Chyna parted, making room for Kyle to sit between them, and both women instantly pressed against him. Aaliyah sat on the pillows, looking up at Kyle as Shannon pulled the SUV from the hospital. The ride was smooth and still, and you could only tell the SUV was moving was by looking out the windows. “Another attack could come at anytime,” Aaliyah said, her dark eyes full ...
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