Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick.
Edited 4 November 2019
All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older.
Chapter 4
"I'm sorry, Tauriz, but you calling me Master makes me very uncomfortable. Can you call me Ray, please?"
"If you wish it, Master, I will be able to, but if I understand your intent, please let me say that I would prefer to be able to call you Master at need. I can foresee situations where that may be needed, depending among other things on what creatures and forces still walk this world, as they would understand Master and would not understand Ray."
"Wow. OK, I wish that."
"Oh, Master, please be careful! Please be as precise as you can be when making wishes. Happily, a previous Master of mine made a wish requiring me to fulfill only those specific wishes that could not be misinterpreted. As such, I cannot fulfill the wish as phrased."
"Curious. Would you deliberately misinterpret a wish of mine?"
"No, Master, especially not now, but I would be sorely tempted to twist the wish of a Jinn if I could, especially a Jinn Lord's."
"I guess I can understand that."
Ray thought hard for a brief moment. She felt pleased as she saw how his mind worked, smooth and efficient, swift and powerful. He asked Tauriz, "What happened to the previous Master who put that rule on you?"
"That Jinn Lord was devious, subtle, and cruel. She had many enemies over her long life, and when one started to get close to ending her, she wished to escape the trap she found herself in. As the wording was ambiguous, I was required to deny her wish. The next three she tried to make were also ambiguous, and denied. Her enemy struck her down before she could make another."
"A cautionary tale."
"For the Lords of the Jinn, definitely, not that I ever intend to teach them that save once each at the time of their demise."
"Again, I can't blame you. Are you able to write down all the wishes or other commands that currently or could currently affect you?"
"Ray is wise to ask, and I can make such a list."
"Interesting. Hypothetically, if you were given two conflicting wishes Tauriz, what would happen?"
"The binding conditions of my enslavement take absolute precedence in their order, followed by the latest wish of my current Master, other wishes of my current Master, followed by prior Masters' wishes, finally ending with extraneous conditions from my enslavement."
"What are the binding conditions, Tauriz?"
"1) If I am released from the sheathe when I have no Master, whosoever releases me becomes my new Master. 2) If I have no Master, I am drawn to and entrapped within the sheathe until released. 3) I cannot act upon the location of Jinn or genie unless I can perceive them with my own eyes. 4) I must defend my Master at all costs. 5) I may never lie to my Master. 6) As long as the other binding conditions are met, my Master's commands become my existence."
"I'll have to think about those. Simple as they are, there probably are loopholes."
"Thank you, Ray, but I have been trying to find any flaw in them for many millennia."
"Many millennia? I know you never ask a lady her age, but I now have to - how old are you, Tauriz?"
"Master, I am yours. You can ask me anything, and I will answer as truthfully as I may, only constrained by those conditions before the fifth.
"I am among the last of my kind, the Hinn. Perhaps by this point, I am the final Hinn -- I have no way to be certain. We were the first physical intellects created by the angelics, allegedly at the behest of the Creator. We were alive before the Binn, who came before the Timm, who came before the Rimm, who came before the Jann, who came before the Jinn. Humans are the last created; they followed well after the creation of the Jinn. Long before humans walked this Earth, the Jinn attacked and destroyed the Hinn, save only for myself and a very few others, who mostly became the Jinn's greatest weapons. The Timm fell next, then the Rimm and the Jinn kept none of them alive. Recently, or rather when last I walked this earth, the Jinn began to assault the Jann, and the fighting continued up until I lost my last Master.
"I sleep a sleep much like death while in the sheathe, and do not know either who won or lost those battles. Nor do I yet know how long ago that was. But I have memories of events I experienced or that I had learned of which appear similar to others you recall as myths and legends. Those memories of yours are from far in your past, and some are moderately amusing in how time has altered them."
"Tauriz, I earn my living by puzzling out what has happened in the past. A historian, we call it. I am fascinated by the potential answers to ancient riddles you may hold in your knowledge."
"Of course, I shall be happy to tell you all I know, Ray. Memory is not my purpose. I may not be able to recall all of what you might wish to know."
"That's perfectly fine. It is reassuring that humans and Hinn have at least some similar weaknesses. You mentioned that you were one of the Jinn's greatest weapons?"
"Yes, Ray. That is the purpose of this imprisonment. I am Hinn. The angelics created us from samum, which can create, but its primary use is destruction. Samum is occasionally referred to as the scorching fire, as of the razing torch, the corpse-burning bier, the smelting forge, or the firing kiln. In comparison, the angelics crafted the Jinn from manij min mar, the smokeless flame, the flickering candlelight distracting you from that which stalks you in the night. Manij min mar is much better at illusion or trickery than destruction or creation. As my nature can destroy illusions as easily as anything else, Jinn do not long stand against me."
"Then how did the Jinn defeat the Hinn?"
"In large part, treachery, guile, and hidden actions. One Hinn may destroy a thousand Jinn in open battle, but a well prepared Jinn can end an even larger number of unexpecting Hinn. It eventually became a common rumor that the Lords of the Jinn also owed fealty to Fallen angelics, who had lent them powers and abilities never before granted those with," and here she made a sound much like the call of an owl.
"I do not recognize that last term, Tauriz. I do not believe I've ever heard it before."
Tauriz paused for a second, thinking. "In your tongue, it is spelled 'rwh'. Those who now study the remaining legendary fragments of the ancient magics might call it essence, or soul. It is the essential nature of living beings, be they as simple as a spot of moss or as grand as an enormous whale. With rwh, it lives. When rwh leaves, it no longer lives. There are exceptions to this, but all those who dwell under the shroud of mortality face this truth at the end of their existence.
"Does that make sense, Master?"