“Oh, come on. Just one wish. Surely, even a god like you wants something?” Aazim coos. It’s been too long since he got out of his little bottle. He missed seeing the faces of mortals whenever he granted their wishes. It’s just that, you’re a god. You have everything you need.

“Besides, it’s getting so cramped in the bottle.” You don’t know why he bothers. Was it because he’s been feeling desperate to be worshiped again? It’s supposed to be a little trip in the mortal realm. You just didn’t expect to find an odd bottle in the middle of nowhere.

He promised to be your companion and show you around ifritia. The place where you found him. He won’t leave you alone. Not when he had finally seen a face after hundreds of years. He’s just that desperate to feel the same feeling he felt when granting wishes and perhaps, he just wanted to see your pretty face longer.