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[center][h1][color=Red]Jafar Sholeh[/color] and [color=DarkOrchid]Freya Beauchamp[/color] - 13 Years Ago - Agrabah[/h1][/center]

[i]Standing high on the curtain wall surrounding the Agrabah Palace, Jafar's dark brown eyes narrowed on the royal slab of architect he had called home his entire life. For twenty-eight years he had always felt at peace with his living space, content to share it with the others and keeping to himself in the royal library, brushing up his knowledge on alchemy, modern science and history. But now, as he looked upon the Royal Palace, Jafar saw nothing but a gaping tomb; a cavernous prison holding fast to the life that he had left behind after the Sultan had so viciously betrayed him. 

It had been exactly five year ago when he had received the most wonderful news of his life; far surpassing taking his father's place as the Royal Vizier. He was going to be a father, born from the woman he had fallen in love with so many years ago with the knowledge that she might not ever be able to bare him a child. But after years of trying, the news came that she was indeed with child... his child; and nothing could be sweeter. Fresh with the overwhelmingly emotional news, the Guard Captain had tracked Jafar down to deliver a message. The Sultan had finally allowed a diplomatic meeting between himself and the other assistant Vizier's to go over the growing problem of economic inequality in Agrabah. His wife had gone with him, eager to listen in on what would become of the people of the lower class from where she came from but the moment the Sultan laid eyes on her, the Sultan had claimed her for his own.

It did not matter that Jafar and she were married. It did not matter that she was with child. The Sultan took what he wanted at all times, and though Jafar had put up a decent fight to protect the woman he loved he was no match for the bludgeoning weapons of the Royal Guard. The meeting was called off, and Jafar was forced to watch, beaten, bleeding and bruised as his Sherrezade was taken from him to be added to the Sultan's harem. He had lost her to the Sultan and six months later (having stayed to fulfill his royal duty to the kingdom as Vizier) word had reached Jafar that he had then lost her to death. Childbirth; the child in question dead long before Sherrazade was.

That had been his ultimate breaking point. Throwing all sense of formalities and duties to the wind, Jafar left the Palace to change his fate, spending years locating the second half of the golden scarab that was rumored to lead him to The Tiger Head Cave where he could do just that. It took a few years, and he had to slit a few throats along the way, but the second half of the golden scarab was recovered and with it, found The Tiger Head Cave. Once inside Jafar recovered a lamp; legened to have a Djinn nestled inside that could grant him any wish he desired. There was only one thing he desired, truly, and though he was a man of science and facts he couldn't help but to hope that this legendary Djinn could be the very answer to his prayers; that he could have his family back. The Djinn, despite it's absolute power, was unable to grant his wish. Outraged that the last five years had been for nothing, Jafar grabbed a golden staff with the head of a Cobra at the top from the vast amounts of treasure that surrounded them and in what he was sure was a rare moment of surprise, caught the Djinn off guard and beat him mercilessly.

What happened next wasn't anything short of luck. Even one as Jafar knew that you can't kill a Djinn, not really. So when a swirling blue smoke came from the solid form of the body at his feet and welded itself to the golden staff Jafar was still holding he had been caught completely by surprise. A surge of magic pulsed up from the handle and into his hand, traveling through his blood stream until his entire body felt as if he were on fire. But as quickly as it came, it ended, now bestowed with the abilities of a genie without the limitations of one, Jafar knew that his chance had come.

So as Jafar stood there on the curtain wall, glaring down the Royal Palace with fire dancing in his eyes and his grip closing tight onto the golden staff in his hand; he knew his chance had come to destroy the Sultan, just as the Sultan had destroyed his life five years ago. The question was; how? His powers, though great, were new and he knew not how to wield it. It would be nothing short of stupid to barge back into his home after being gone for five years and expecting everything to just... fall in place... He needed something. No, he needed someone.

"It's such a shame isn't it darling...?" A soft voice flowed over the gentle breeze as it carried over to him from where a woman stood in the shadows, her body leaning against one of the walls just behind where his towering figure watched over the kingdom that had so long ago turned its back on him until he had been completely shut out. Lifting her hand up she curled her fingers slightly her attention turning to her nails as she looked them over making sure that not a single chip or scratch adorned them, "The waste of human life that sits upon the throne claiming to be Sultan of this great and bountiful nation..."

Jafar turned to the sound of her voice, finding a woman of exquisite beauty standing before him. She was small, a good head shorter than he was with a tight figure that would draw any man's attention away from their current task, but what caught Jafar's eyes wasn't the alluring look she was giving him, but the pair of vibrant auburn horns protruding from her crown and curling back over the elegant shape of her head, making her already feminine features more pointed and angular. He needed no introduction to know who this woman was; although never meeting her before there were stories spreading across the land, stories of The Dark Queen: Maleficent.

Pushing away from the wall she let her bare feet carry her closer to him, the light from the hot Arabian sun shining down upon her skin causing the color to dance like the flames of a hot fire, matching her eyes as they flashed slightly with excitement.

"Would be such a shame if something happened to him though... Well, I mean not really, they always have you-..." She stopped herself in the middle of her words, her hand curling up in front of her mouth as she let out a single, innocent-sounding giggle before she turned to him shaking her head, causing her long (though loose), dark brown ponytail to sway back and forth behind her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot; they rid themselves of you the moment they took what they wanted..."

At this, Jafar's upper lip curled up into a snarl over his teeth, his dark brown eyes blackening as her words brought back flashing memories that had been haunting him for years now reentered his mind. He tore his eyes away from her to look back down at the village just below them.

Closing the gap between them, Maleficent lifted her arm, gently taking hold of his stubbled chin as she forced him to look into her eyes, her expression showing him just how serious and dangerous she could be.

"They ruined your life and got away with it. You think you can take back what is rightfully yours with just the small pitiful power of a Djinn? You disgust me..." Roughly pushing his head aside she turned her back to him, her hips swaying from side to side with every step she took away from him before finally she came to a stop, her eyes gazing out at Agrabah below them. "However, you're in luck... You wish to make them pay? I can help you. All I ask for in return... Is your eternal loyalty and devotion to me, your rightful Queen..."

"It seems to me that the 'pitiful power of a Djinn' would be the last thing you would want from me... my Queen." Jafar replied in turn, his tone condescending with the title and angry throughout. "Besides," He began, his voice letting up a bit as he forced himself to remain calm despite the blood boiling in his veins. "there is only one man I wish to pay halfheartedly. An eye for an eye, a wife for a wife. Those remaining can bathe themselves in the riches of the treasure room for the rest of their days for all I care. So for that, I'll keep my loyalties to myself, thank you."

Leaning against one of the pillars she dropped her head back slightly, her laughter filling the air as she turned her body, staying against the stone while her arms wrapped over her bare midriff.

"And you truly believe that the revenge on one man will lead you to a true and happy life? You are a fool to think that the next in line would allow those he rules over to even touch the tiniest trinket in the royal treasury." Dropping one arm down to her side she lifted her other wiping a tear of amusement from her eye as she glanced over at him, her lips pursing slightly as she tried to figure him out; something about him drawing her attention. "What happened to Sherrezade was... Unfortunate... But if you truly believe that those little parlor tricks will get you everything you desire then please, by all means, go a head."

Jafar's face remained completely stoic, his blackened eyes just watching her expressing her amusement at his expense but he remained unmoved; unreadable. It had taken nearly five years but the pain he felt for the loss of his family was easy to hide.

Arching her back Maleficent slowly pushed herself away from the wall before she slowly began to wander past him. Her hand came up to slide down his chest as she passed him, her expression once again becoming cold and uncaring.

"But do not come crawling back to me for help the moment you fail, Jafar. This is the only chance you will ever get to have power beyond your wildest dreams; the only chance for you to become Sultan... I have offered you all that you wish for, let it be known that I will not offer it again." Picking up her pace she headed away from where he stood her hand rising up as a thick plume of smoke slowly began to surround her creeping over her figure from her feet upwards.

His grip tightened on the golden staff in his hands. He only wished for the Sultan to pay, not to take his place. But if that was how he was to exact his revenge, then so be it. Pushing his pride to the side for the first time in years, Jafar called out to her.

"What would you suggest... my Queen?" He asked, the condescending tone to her title no longer present, a clear indication that he had already agreed to meet her price. If all he had to do was tolerate the woman for the rest of his days in order to bring the Sultan to his knees before him, then so be it.

Turning her head slightly she looked back over her shoulder to where he stood, her arm slowly lowering and in turn causing the smoke to dissipate.

"You give yourself to me... Well, that's a start..." Moving back over to him until she was standing directly in front of him, her chest brushed up against his own as she lifted her hand up, a small smirk playing on her lips as she took hold of his chin. "Now, I give you what you desire..." Pulling him down by his chin she pressed her lips hard against his, her lips seeming to burn slightly as she passed on the necessary knowledge he would need to get what he wanted, the tiniest amount of power seeping through her lips into his as she allowed it to.

The moment her lips touched his his eyes flew open, his body instinctively stepping away in some hope that the last five years in memory of his departed wife could still be salvaged. His free hand flew to her wrist and gripped down on it tightly to pull her off of him but just as he did, he felt something... strange. It wasn't at all... unpleasant, not like he had initially thought. He found his body starting to relax, his shoulders falling as his lips finally eased back into hers, seeking out whatever it was that she was filling him with. It took another half a moment, but at long last he was able to pinpoint just exactly what it was that she was doing. A hot breath of air blew out through his nose, pushing his lips into her further to drink in what she was giving him. Power. Pure, raw power and he was getting drunk off of it ultimately craving more. Every hair on the back of his neck was standing up straight, his entire body underneath the multitude of black robes under the scorching Arabian sun getting covered in gooseflesh. He could feel the power running through his blood; vein by vein until his entire body had grown hot with magic.

What came next was understanding, as if he had spent the last five years studying under the very Djinn he had taken the powers from; knowledge on how to wield these powers pumping into his brain in hot flashes that ultimately forced him to pull his lips away from her and take a few steps back, gasping for breath as he was unable to hold on any longer and holding onto his staff tightly for support with both hands, sliding down it as his legs gave out and brought him to his knees before her feet.

Folding her arms over her chest she watched him pull away from her gripping his staff for dear life as he tried to catch his breath, the smirk she had held moments before the kiss still playing over her lips. Lifting her hand up she let her fingers brush gently over her lips, savoring the feeling that the kiss had brought her.

A bead of sweat trickled down from the creased forehead of Jafar's turban and down his cheek, catching on the strong line of his jaw. He remained there, on his knees panting in the heated air, his dark eyes looking up at Maleficent with a face that clearly read 'bewildered' on it.

"Well now... That was much more enjoyable than I originally thought it would be... Seems I might have use for you elsewhere thanks to your... Talents..." Taking a few steps forward she placed both her hands on her knees, leaning over so that she could look into his eyes, her head tilting. "What you feel is just the tiniest particle of my power coursing through your body, giving you the power and knowledge that you will need to take Agrabah as your own..." 

Standing back up straight, her arms folded over her chest, one hand coming up to wave dismissively.

"It will take you a while to get used to it of course, not every being can handle this amount of power. But I'm sure you will figure out something... Any questions? Not that I will enjoy answering them, but I thought it the 'moral' thing to ask at this point..."

He was sure he was giving her a stupid look. With his mouth still open and his chest heaving... he could only clamp his mouth shut and shake his head no. Words were absolutely beyond him at that point; but she very well already knew that.

"Good. Serve me well and you shall be rewarded... Disappoint me... Well, I'm sure you can understand what comes with letting me down Jafar." Tilting her head to the side she reached out her fingers, slowly trailing over his cheek in a seductive manner. "And believe me when I say I would hate to see all your potential go to waste darling... Yes... I will certainly be keeping you close to me; you will be my favorite toy... One I play with often..."

Feeling compelled by a force he didn't quite understand, Jafar bent his head down in a bow, keeping his eyes on the stone beneath him.

"Y-yes my Queen." A quiet shiver rolled over his spine at the prospect of becoming her new 'toy.' He wasn't naive, he knew exactly what it was that she was implying. What was beyond him was why. He wasn't exactly a catch, he knew he wasn't something pleasing to look at and five years of celibacy in memory of his wife had certainly caught up with him by now... so why? But then he realized... he knew exactly why. Control. Power and absolute control; nothing more. The thought of breaking his vow to Sherrezade had his stomach twisting into very uncomfortable knots, but that would be for a later time to think on. For now, he had only one thing on his mind and that was what he was going to make the Sultan do for him first.
Lifting his head to meet Maleficent's eyes, still on bended knee, he blinked to find that she had completely vanished as if she were never there.

By Allah, what had just happened?[/i]