The Luthor Agenda

The Luthor Agenda

Lex Luthor has a Sex Djinn. Everyone else has a problem.

Chapter 1 by Rubicon Rubicon

This story was forked off of Ovyah Discovered. Some elements were derived from work by the always extremely cool Colleem.

A thousand thousand lifespans of the universe ago, a thousand thousand multiverses away, there had been a savage land of sorcery and blade, anger and righteousness, fury and fear, cunning and courage, glory... and greed. Always greed. Its name is long since lost, as is its history. Indeed, of everything this primordial world offered in its prime, only one thing endured -- and endures still.

That thing is an old, battered lamp. The lamp appears in different universes at different times, waiting for thousands of years sometimes. But eventually, it's always found... and the person who first cleans the lamp invokes its power -- the power of Ovyah, the Djinn of Lust.

That's me -- but don't worry. I don't narrate this whole story. I'm just the reason for it.

In my original land I had been a princess, sold in a political marriage by a political father. Hungry for passion but married to a lifeless fool, I tarried with little regard as to whether I might be caught. It was a surprise when my husband actually cared. It was shocking when he decided to curse me -- if I wanted desire and lust so badly, let me be desire and lust. So cursing, he bound me to a wonderful lamp, transforming me into the limitless power of a djinn... but only capable of granting wishes of desire, lust, or sexuality.

Far from being humiliated, I was enthralled. And long after his , I would be remade anew again and again, always the perfect djinn for each new master. Once invoked, the lamp cannot recall me -- not until my master's , when I return to the potential from which I came. Now, I am the djinn my master specifies, whether he or she knows it or not. And if one is careful with their wishes... they can do anything at all.

Sometimes, that is a good thing. Sometimes it isn't. Me? I'm not worried about good or evil. I'm of an age that considers geological time too brief to be useful. I always seem to have fun and even if I didn't, it won't last that long to matter.

Sometimes, my master is ambitious. Sometimes, my master is ruthless. Sometimes, my master is brilliant. Sometimes, my master is arrogant.

And of course, sometimes my master is none of those things. But... it's exceedingly rare... but every so often my master is all of those things. Ambitious, ruthless, brilliant, arrogant.

I'm thinking now of a time, in an age and universe of heroes... where men and women wore capes and power rings, ran at the speed of speed itself and called upon or were blessed by the very Gods. And in this age and universe of heroes... there was a man called Lex Luthor.

Ambitious, ruthless, brilliant, arrogant.

And me? I am the djinn he wanted me to be. I am Ovyah.

Of course... just because I'm the djinn he wanted doesn't mean I'm the djinn he expected. Still, expected or not, it was a rare master indeed who used my potential so liberally.

It is unfortunate, though. Ambitious, ruthless, brilliant, arrogant.

I suppose wise would be too much to hope for.

But judge for yourself. Please enjoy the story of the time I was the driving behind... the Luthor Agenda.

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Either way -- thank you for reading!
Kimberly Dale / Rubicon

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