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Storming into the room, Emily's mother was met with an astonishing sight-a blue face floating upside down, grinning mischievously.
"Hey, Mommy," the genie said with a smirk, his voice playful yet unsettling.
"WHAT IN THE HELL?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"You mean, what in the lamp," the genie quipped, spinning upright with a flourish.
"I rebuke you in the name of Jesus!" Mother yelled, her voice firm with conviction.
"Oh, come on now, is that how you welcome your guests? Where's the Southern hospitality?" the genie chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I plead the blood of JESUS!" she shouted, her voice unwavering.
He chuckled again. "Oh, I'm not a demon, Mommy. Far from it."
"What the hell are you?!" she demanded, her voice a mix of fear and authority.
"How about you ask your daughter? She's the one who invited me in," he said, his grin curling so deep it looked as if it might touch his eyes.
The mother, her heart pounding, yelled for Emily. At first, Emily didn't respond, paralyzed by fear, but then her mother screamed, "Emily, are you okay?"
"Yes," Emily replied, her voice small. Her mother called again, "Come here, baby."
Too scared to move, Emily hesitated, but the genie floated to the corner of the room, saying soothingly, "Don't worry, little Emily. I won't bite. Go to Mommy."
Emily waited for a moment, her heart racing before darting out of the room and into her mother's arms. As soon as she reached her, Uncle Joe burst into the room with a shotgun in hand, his expression serious and determined.
"What's going on here? We got ourselves an intruder?" Uncle Joe asked, his voice steady but tinged with concern.
Her mother, still in shock, stammered, "There's... there's... something in the room."
"What the hell do you mean, 'something'?" Uncle Joe demanded, peeking cautiously into the room.
When he saw the genie, he jumped back, his eyes wide, exclaiming, "What the fuck?"
The genie floated closer to the doorway, feigning warmth. "Wow, your family has welcomed me with open arms, Emily."
Uncle Joe, not amused, leveled the shotgun at the genie. "Stay back!"
With a sudden bang, the gun went off, and the genie looked down, eyes wide, and mouth gaped in a gasp of surprise. Blue smoke billowed from the gunshot wounds, and he stumbled backward, knocking things over as he fell to the floor, slowly dissipating into a mist of smoke.
Uncle Joe turned around, a wet spot forming on his pants, his hands shaking slightly. "Well, I'll be damned. I just killed my first demon," he muttered, trying to find humor in his fear.
But then, in a burst of smoke, the genie reappeared behind him, grinning wider than ever. "Just kidding! And again, im not a demon," the genie announced, floating effortlessly back into the room, clearly enjoying the chaos he was causing.
The family stood there, caught between fear and disbelief, as they tried to make sense of the bizarre and magical encounter unfolding before them.
The genie, floating gracefully in the room, decided it was time to formally introduce himself. With a flourish, he bowed deeply before the bewildered family.
"Greetings, Anuket," he announced with an air of grandeur, "but you may call me Anu. Though it may surprise you all, I am not a devil, but in fact, a genie."
Emily's mother, still gripping her daughter protectively, exchanged a wary glance with Uncle Joe, whose grip on the shotgun remained firm despite the bizarre revelation. "A genie?" she echoed, disbelief coloring her tone.
Uncle Joe, ever the skeptic, narrowed his eyes. "If you're not a devil, then why the hell are you floating around like a bat out of hell?"
"Ah," Anu chuckled, "the floating is just a part of the genie charm. Now, allow me to enlighten you. It is extremely rare to find the lamp. In fact, the lamp is usually only found once every 500 years. The most famous people in history are often the ones who discover it. Genghis Khan, for instance-he was a fun one. Leonardo da Vinci, Nelson Mandela, and many more who do not exist within this universe."
Emily, still clutching her mother's side, listened with wide eyes. Her mind raced with possibilities, but also with apprehension. Could this genie be trusted? She glanced up at her mother, seeking reassurance.
Uncle Joe interrupted Anu's narrative, suspicious. "What do you mean, 'inside this universe'? Are you saying there are other universes?"
With a knowing smile, Anu nodded. "Indeed, there are countless universes, each with its own stories. There are only seven lamps that freely float around these universes... well, technically six."
Emily, intrigued despite herself, asked, "What happened to the other one?"
Anu's expression darkened momentarily, his usual cheer giving way to a shadow of agitation. "That's a long story, one I don't feel like delving into right now," he said, his tone clipped, clearly not inclined to share the details of that particular tale.
The family exchanged uneasy glances, sensing there was more to the genie's past than he let on. Emily, her curiosity, piqued, wondered what could have happened to make Anu so disinclined to speak.
Anu continued, his voice lightening once more. "Every 5,000 years, the genie lamps change their position in the universe, making it even harder for unsuspecting souls to find them. But Emily here," he gestured grandly towards her, "had luck on her side."
Emily felt a mix of pride and trepidation at being singled out. Her mind buzzed with questions, but Anu's next words captured her attention completely.
"And now, little Emily," Anu said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, "you have three wishes. Any wish that your little mind can think up-within reason, of course. There are some rules."
The room fell silent, the weight of his offer hanging in the air. Emily's mother and Uncle Joe exchanged concerned looks, each wrestling with their own doubts. Could they trust this genie? What were the consequences of such a gift?
Anu began to explain the rules, his tone becoming more serious. "Firstly, there can not be a wish that affects the world as a whole that would let the secret that genies exist out. This means my warm, welcoming family, no one can know about this. If you decide to break this rule, not only will all of your wishes be voided, but your minds will be erased."
Emily's mother gasped, clutching Emily tighter. The thought of losing her memories, of having their minds erased, was terrifying.
"The second rule," Anu continued, "is that there shall be no wish that harms me. You see, I am very important. Though there are seven lamps, there is only one genie in the whole multiverse. I'm a very busy man, you see. Every time someone decides to graze their fingers upon one of my lamps, I must appear."
Uncle Joe, still skeptical, couldn't resist asking, "So you're saying you're the only genie? What makes you so special?"
Anu's grin widened, his eyes twinkling. "Ah, what indeed? Perhaps another story for another time."
Emily, feeling the pressure of the moment, listened intently. She sensed the seriousness in Anu's demeanor, aware that this was no ordinary encounter.
"And the third rule, the most important rule," Anu said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "is you cannot wish for infinite wishes. I know, so stereotypical."
Emily, trying to absorb everything, asked, "Are there more rules?"
Anu nodded. "There are myriad other side rules that I'll explain if you ever run into one. But for now, what will be your first wish, little Emily?"
Emily's mind whirled with possibilities and questions. She glanced at her family, seeking their guidance.
The air in the room was thick with tension as Emily looked up at her mother, once again seeking confirmation. Her mother shook her head vehemently, her voice firm with conviction.
"We don't want any of your evil wishes. Just go away!" she said, her eyes never leaving the floating blue figure.
"But Mom," Emily protested, her voice tinged with defiance.
"No, honey," her mother insisted, clutching Emily protectively, "no good comes from evil. This is not godly; this is of the devil."
Turning back to Anu, she commanded, "Just go away. Go back to the depths of hell where you came from."
Anu sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I told you, Mommy, I'm not a demon and don't come from hell. Sadly, once I'm summoned, I can't go away unless, one, all the wishes are made, or two, you break one of the rules which voids all wishes."
"I'm not your damn mother, demon! Just go away," Emily's mother snapped, her voice a mix of fear and anger.
"Apologies, Jane," Anu said, addressing her by her first name, "but as I stated, I can not go anywhere unless one of those two options is fulfilled."
Emily's mother looked down at her daughter, her eyes pleading. "Baby, don't make an actual wish. You'll lose your soul. This is the devil. Wish for infinite wishes and make him go away."
Emily pondered her mother's words, her mind racing with confusion and curiosity. "But that will make all the wishes go away!" she retorted, defiance in her tone.
"Baby, trust me, this is of the DEVIL," her mother urged, desperation creeping into her voice.
"But what if it's not?" Emily countered, her young mind grappling with the possibilities.
Uncle Joe chimed in with a nervous chuckle, "I think you should listen to your mother, Em. We shouldn't have anything to do with this. If you can't shoot it, don't trust it."
Emily thought hard, searching for a way to convince them. "What if I could bring Dad back and fix his drinking problem?"
"Honey, no!" her mother cried, her heart aching at the mention of her late husband.
Cutting her off, Anu interjected smoothly, "Ah, ah, ah. That's one of the unspoken rules I mentioned. No bringing the dead back to life. Trust me, you don't want to do that. Let's just say... it complicates things."
Emily hesitated, the weight of her choice pressing down on her. "Well, I wish for -"
"No!" her mother shouted, interrupting. "I wish for infinite wishes!"
Anu chuckled softly. "Ah, ah, ah," he said again, wagging a finger. "Only the person who summoned me can make the wishes."
Emily's mother pleaded, her voice breaking. "Baby, please listen to me. I promise you, anything that comes from this is not going to be good."
Emily shook her head, her determination hardening. "I don't believe you," she declared. "You're just jealous because I have wishes and you don't."
"Honey, no, please listen," her mother begged, tears welling in her eyes.
"No!" Emily shouted, breaking away from her mother's grasp. "You never let me have fun!" She pushed her mother away, running into the room and closing the door with a decisive click.
"EMILY, NO!" her mother screamed, pounding on the door.
As Emily backed away, she heard her grandfather's steady voice coming up the stairs. "What is all this commotion?" he asked, his concern evident.
Ignoring the voices outside as everyone tried to explain the situation to Grandpa, Emily turned to face Anu. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she was resolute.
"Smart choice, Emily," Anu said, his voice soothing and cultured. "Contrary to what your mother says, I am not a demon. And I have no ill intentions. I have one purpose, and that is to fulfill my duty."
"I believe you," Emily said, her voice firm. "My mom is just a stupid grown-up. She doesn't know what she's talking about."
Anu nodded sagely. "Yes, adults can be foolish. So, what is your first wish?"
Emily furrowed her brow, thinking hard. A sudden idea lit up her face. "I WISH TO BE RICH AND HAVE A BIG, BEAUTIFUL HOUSE!"
"Ah, ah, ah," Anu interrupted playfully. "You cannot wish for two things in one wish."
Suddenly, she heard Uncle Joe's voice yelling through the door. "Emily, I'm shooting down the door! Move!"
Anu's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I think you better hurry, Emily."
"I WISH FOR US TO BE RICH," Emily declared, her voice filled with excitement.
Anu sighed theatrically. "Ah, what a surprise. You humans always wish for that on your first wish. So boring. But as you wish, I do."
As the shotgun fired and the door flew open, a blinding flash consumed the room, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.
"EMILY, NO!" her grandfather shouted, rushing into the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, paralyzed by fear at the sight of Anu. But love for his granddaughter moved him past his terror, and he grasped her in his arms. "What did you do? Why didn't you listen to your mother?"
"Because she's just jealous, Grandpa," Emily insisted, her voice defiant.
"No, she's trying to protect you. What did you just do?" he demanded, his voice laced with worry.
Anu answered for Emily, his tone light and teasing. "She wished for all of you to be rich."
"Rich?" Grandpa echoed, looking around the unchanged room. "She told you, Emily, he's nothing but a trickster. I have no idea what you've done, but nothing good is going to come from it."
Suddenly, an envelope floated down from the ceiling, landing softly on the ground.
"Don't touch it!" Emily's mother yelled, her voice sharp with fear.
But Emily, driven by curiosity, picked it up. Opening the envelope, she found a lottery ticket and a piece of paper with three unfamiliar names written on it.
"What is this?" Emily pouted. "I asked to be rich, not for paper!"
Anu smiled, his expression indulgent. "Let me explain. As I mentioned before, you can not wish for something that will affect the world as a whole, especially a wish that lets the world know that genies exist. So, some wishes have to come in... let's say, different packages."
Emily looked at the items in her hand, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean?"
"What you see is no ordinary lottery ticket," Anu explained patiently. "The same with the piece of paper. What you're going to have to do is play those lottery ticket numbers, which are set to win. After that, you're going to want to use all of your winnings and invest them in the stocks written down on the piece of paper. Within two months, you will be one of the wealthiest families on earth."
Grandpa took the piece of paper, scrutinizing the names written down. "I know these," he said slowly. "These are new stocks that just opened up not too long ago. But these aren't popular. Nothing's going to happen with these."
Anu chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mystery. "The world is full of surprises, Grandpa. Let's just say I have access to information you don't. In one month's time, those stocks are going to reach a peak-a peak that will grant your granddaughter's wish."
"Impossible," Grandpa muttered, grabbing the lottery ticket and looking them both up and down frantically.
"But there will be a downside," Anu added, his tone shifting to one of caution.
"Downside?" Emily asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"Yes," Anu explained, "it's another unspoken rule. With every wish that you make, there is a possible downside or repercussion for making that wish."
"I TOLD YOU, EMILY! WE ARE CURSED NOW!" her mother cried, her voice filled with despair.
"Now, now, now," Anu said soothingly, "it's not all wishes, just some wishes. Depending on what you wish for. This particular wish comes with a downside because none of your family are involved with the stock markets. And the only person to ever play the lottery was your uncle, and it's only been a few handful of times. So everyone will be asking, how do these rural dwellers know?"
The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over them.
"So, to answer some of their suspicions, your uncle will become a gambling addict," Anu continued. "He will play the lottery and get lucky. And then, instead of going to the casino like he now usually does, he'll play his luck in the stocks and get lucky once more. And that's how you will become rich."
The room was a cauldron of tension, each family member grappling with the strange reality that now bound them. Emily's mother, desperate to protect her daughter, tried once more to persuade her. "Emily, just wish for infinite wishes. We can avoid this whole mess."
Before Emily could respond, Uncle Joe intervened, his voice carrying an unexpected calm. "Now, now, what if the genie is telling the truth?" He stepped forward, setting the shotgun down with a soft clatter. His eyes were drawn to the lottery ticket like a moth to a flame, his hand reaching out almost involuntarily.
"You may call me Anu," the genie reminded, his presence a quiet yet undeniable force in the room.
"Ah, Anu," Uncle Joe echoed, his voice tinged with a strange mix of excitement and unease. "What if Anu isn't lying? What if this really can make us rich?" He picked up the lottery ticket, holding it gingerly yet with a growing fascination.
Emilys mother watched her brother carefully, noticing the subtle change in his demeanor. The gleam in his eyes was unsettling, a hint of what Anu had warned about.
Emily's mother, sensing the shift, protested vehemently. "We don't need money! Our souls are worth more than any money!" Her voice was a plea as much as a statement.
Uncle Joe, palms growing slick with sweat, responded, "Well, Anu says he's not a demon. He's just here to do a job." His grip on the ticket was almost reverent, as if it held the promise of everything he'd ever wanted.
"Joe, what are you talking about?" she shouted, confusion and anger flaring in her eyes. "Look at him! He's a demon!"
"Aww, come on, look at that smile," Uncle Joe said, forcing a laugh as he avoided looking directly at Anu. "That's not the smile of a liar."
"Joe!" Emily's mother yelled, both a warning and a plea.
"Come on, Chris, hear me out," Uncle Joe said, turning to Grandpa Chris for support. "How about we wait until tomorrow morning to play these numbers? If we win, we know he's not lying."
Grandpa Chris stood silent, the weight of the decision pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room held its breath, waiting for his verdict.
"Dad, you can't seriously be contemplating trusting this... this demon with my baby," Emily's mother implored, her voice cracking under the pressure.
Grandpa Chris finally spoke, his voice steady but weary. "Look, sweetheart, I don't like this any more than you do. But it seems we're stuck in this situation. He's not going anywhere until the wishes are through. And, Emily, refuses voiding the wishes-it seems like the only way forward is to let Emily make her wishes and live with the consequences."
"DAD, NO! ARE YOU CRAZY?"
"Sweetheart, I know..." Grandpa Chris paused, thinking deeply. He looked down at Emily, searching her eyes. "How about this: if we play these tickets and they don't win, and it turns out Anu is just a liar trying to trick you, will you promise me you'll void the wishes?"
Emily gazed at her grandfather, the one person who could always reach her. "Yes, Grandpa, of course. You always told me liars can't be trusted. But I know he's not a liar."
"You promise?" Grandpa pressed, needing her assurance.
"Yes, Grandpa, I promise," Emily responded, her voice clear and determined.
"Then it's settled. We will wait until tomorrow morning."
"Dad! You... I can't believe you," Emily's mother said, her disbelief palpable.
"Honey, it's the only way. You know Emily, her mind is set. If you're right and he's a liar, then Emily will void the wishes."
"And if the lotto tickets win?" she asked, her voice edged with skepticism.
"THEN WE ARE FILTHY STINKIN' RICH!" Uncle Joe shouted, unable to contain his excitement.
"Then we will handle it from there," Grandpa Chris said, his tone resolute.
The night stretched on, thick with unease. Sleep was elusive, shadows creeping through the house as the family lay awake, wrestling with their fears and hopes. Uncle Joe couldn't tear his eyes from the lottery ticket and the stock list. His mind buzzed with possibilities, the genie's words echoing in his mind, feeding a growing hunger.
As dawn's first light crept through the windows, Uncle Joe was a bundle of restless energy. "Just imagine what we can do with this money," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a feverish light. "After these stocks, we can invest in even more. We'll become even richer!" The genie's prediction of Uncle Joe's transformation was already taking root.
Downstairs, Emily's mother gathered the family. "Everyone, come downstairs," she called, her voice steady despite the chaos within her. "You stay up here," she instructed Anu, her tone firm.
"Not a wish, but I'll listen to you," Anu replied with a wry smile. "I know all of this must be quite shocking."
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As the family convened downstairs, Emily's mother slipped away, her hand clutching a small vial of anointing oil. Upstairs, she drew a cross on the door, whispering fervent prayers, her heart heavy with worry for her daughter.
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