"Wizard, this is not possible. You must do something. He will wed this woman. You must work some of your magic. Is there a way I can become this Jonniee? Can you transform me to her likeness?" Jasmine asked.
"Well, yes," the wizard mumbled through his wispy beard. "But why?"
"I will go to the Sultan. I will make him wish for me to be his wife, forever, in the form of the terrible woman... than we shall live on," Jasmine said.
"Hmmmm, well yes. It should work, but the Sultan must wish as you desire. And what of the real Jonniee?" the wizard asked.
"She was once a man? But now she is a woman. I say she is neither. You shall transform her into a tongueless Eunuch!" Jasmine said with a feirce acidness. "And I shall make my castrated servant watch for an eternity in mute agony!"
The wizard frowned. He did not like to go against the Sultan, but his very existance was at stake. Jasmine's cruelty was terrible, but if anyone could trick the Sultan it was Jasmine. "Very well! But there is always a price with magic... it is as though magic seeks to find the most dire outcome possible for those that use it... " The wizard led Jasmine through a secret door behind his book case into a hidden room with a pentagon inscribed into the floor. He lit his incence burners. Laid out the offerings to the demons. Then summoned the demon Errtu.
