I wish that Demona didn't want to kill me.

Brooklyn made that wish off hand, not thinking hard on it. However, what followed freaked him out. As the rage on Demona's face as she tried to attack him, faded. Or more exactly, morphed. From one of hatred and wraith, into one filled with more love and... desire. Before using moving her hand to caress his face as she called him, "Beloved. How could I not have seen it before, my Love."

Gargoyles, given the number of facial templates, didn't kiss. Because with faces, like Brooklin's beak, didn't make that very possible. So they instead used intimate face touching instead. Like Demona was doing to him. The shocking twist of events caused him to ask, "What?"

Demona answered, with a flirty giggle, "Maybe you should ask the reason I wanted the lamp. Your new Genie?"

Getting out of his battle position, he noticed that there was another sexy female Gargoyle there. Blue skin with black hair, in a red leather bustier and loincloth. She was smirking as she looked at him, as she explained, "I am Ovyah, Djinn of the Lamp, Djinn of Desire. And you, oh Brooklyn, are my new master. How do you like your first wish? I figured the best way to get Demona to stop wanting to kill you, was to turn all of her anger, hatred and grief into something else. This case, into emotions like love as well as lust. Especially for you, my master."

Ovyah, then began to explain her powers. The bond for life, the infinite amount of omnipotent wishes. As long as they were linked with sexuality or other desires, similar. All based on some form of Lust. Which given the reason for Brooklyn to get away from everyone, was a bit ironic.

As Demona was showing off her change of emotion, which a part of Brooklyn enjoy as she was beautiful and he had been lonely as well as horny, he rubbed his eyes with his hand as if he had a headache. Which explaining everything to everyone, would be the case.