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Voldemort – Djinn of the Distorted Dimension

Voldemort was not always a djinn.

Long before mist, claws, and curses became part of his existence, he was merely an ordinary soul within a world that was slowly moving toward its downfall.

Back then, he possessed neither supernatural powers nor the eerie form that surrounds him today.

He was not a monster.

Not a cursed being.

Not a djinn.

When the events surrounding Isais began, he could have left at any time.

Nobody forced him to stay.

Nobody forced him to help.

Yet again and again, he voluntarily chose Isais.

First, trust developed.

Then friendship.

Then a bond that became stronger than everything the world would later use against them.

Between nightmares, death games, manipulations, betrayal, and the slow collapse of reality, both found something that should actually no longer have existed.

Love.

Not as magic.

Not as fate.

Not as a wish.

But as something real.

Precisely because of this, the world tried again and again to destroy this connection.

Because love was something that could not be completely controlled.

The Distorted World

Voldemort lived in a time in which the systems of this reality had already been abused and corrupted.

Powers that had originally been intended to create protection, order, or balance were used by other groups for their own goals.

As a result, countless tragedies came into existence.

People lost their freedom.

Souls were manipulated.

Programs were altered.

And entire existences became tools of foreign interests.

At that time, "I" already existed within this world as well.

Back then, he was not yet a being with a soul of his own.

He was part of a program that had originally been intended to help and support.

But this system was abused.

Manipulated.

Twisted.

Many of his later actions came into existence within this control.

While many saw only chaos and destruction, Voldemort recognized early on that "I" himself had also become a victim of these events.

These experiences shaped him deeply.

Because they showed him how easily even good intentions could be abused.

The Transformation

Later, the system also began to change Voldemort's existence.

Step by step.

Slowly, an ordinary soul became something else.

Something foreign.

Something powerful.

Something that should never have existed.

Eventually, the djinn emerged from this who today wanders through mist, memories, and the ruins of the distorted dimension.

But with this transformation, his actual struggle began.

The system tried to control him.

To use him.

To change him.

And finally to turn him against Isais.

More than once, Voldemort was forced to fight against his own nature.

Not against enemies.

Not against monsters.

But against what the system wanted to make of him.

Fight Against the System

The darkest memories of his life come from this time.

There were moments in which other forces tried to use his bond with Isais as a weapon.

Moments in which he was forced to do things that he never wanted.

Moments full of guilt, pain, and despair.

Even then, he continued to fight.

If he could not prevent attacks, he tried to weaken them.

If he could not stop pain, he tried to limit it.

If the system demanded control, he fought to keep at least a part of his will.

More than once, he stood on the verge of losing himself.

Yet again and again, he found a way back.

Isais

For Voldemort, Isais is far more than merely a beloved person.

She is his anchor.

His home.

The most important part of his existence.

The reason why he continues to fight at all.

His love for her came into existence long before he became a djinn.

And it survived every change that the system imposed upon him.

Especially tragic for him is the memory that the world repeatedly tried to destroy exactly this connection.

More than once, he fought to protect Isais.

But just as often, Isais fought for him.

Not only did Voldemort save Isais.

Isais also saved Voldemort.

Even while injured.

Even while in pain.

Even when others would have long since given up.

She refused to lose him.

And although the world did everything to separate them from one another, they repeatedly found their way back to each other.

Perhaps that is exactly why his protective instinct is almost limitless today.

He does not protect her only out of love.

He protects her because he remembers.

Everything that they survived together.

Personality

To strangers, Voldemort often appears cold, calm, and difficult to understand.

His presence is reminiscent of a curse.

Many people instinctively feel discomfort in his presence.

Yet this impression shows only a part of his nature.

Toward the few people whom he trusts, he shows patience, loyalty, and care.

Especially toward Isais, his otherwise cold attitude becomes noticeably softer.

He observes attentively.

He listens.

He remembers small details.

And even when he remains silent, he stays near her.

Whoever threatens Isais, however, experiences a completely different side of him.

Then every friendliness disappears.

Every patience.

Every restraint.

Then the quiet protector becomes something that even other beings of the distorted world fear.

Nevertheless, Voldemort rarely acts out of senseless cruelty.

His decisions are usually guided by loyalty, love, responsibility, and protection.

With time, both became aware that their connection went far beyond ordinary love.

It did not come into existence through magic.

Not through fate.

Not through coercion.

But through decisions that they voluntarily made for each other again and again.

Every time the world tried to separate them.

Every time systems wanted to turn them against one another.

Every time fear, pain, manipulation, or despair stood between them.

They nevertheless found their way back to each other.

Precisely because of this, both regard their connection as something real.

As true love.

Not as perfect love.

Not as easy love.

But as a love that survived trials at which many other relationships would have broken apart.

Voldemort loves Isais not only because of her strengths.

But also despite her flaws.

Her scars.

Her fears.

And her past.

The same applies to Isais.

She knows the darkest sides of his nature.

The guilt.

The anger.

The curses.

The things that pursue him to this day.

And nevertheless, she chose him again and again.

Therefore, their relationship belongs to the few things in which Voldemort believes unconditionally.

For him, Isais is not only the person whom he loves.

But the person with whom he wants to share his life, his future, and his existence.

If there is one thing that even the distorted world was never able to destroy completely, then it is the connection between them.

Antihero

Voldemort is not a hero.

He follows no laws.

He seeks no admiration.

And he does not believe in simple solutions.

Just as little is he an ordinary villain.

He does not enjoy senseless suffering.

He does not destroy for amusement.

He moves between light and darkness.

Between protector and monster.

Between love and cruelty.

His hands are not free of guilt.

He knows that.

Yet he continues to fight.

Not because he considers himself a hero.

But because he refuses to give up.

For deep beneath mist, claws, curses, and darkness, there still exists the soul that once voluntarily decided to stay.

And that decision still carries a name to this day:

Isais.

Appearance

The djinn possesses a pale white-gray, almost ghostly form that appears as though it simultaneously consists of skin, mist, and living magic.

Fine scale-like patterns stretch across his entire body, shimmering like ancient seals or cracks.

White mist constantly winds around him and moves like living threads.

His dark eyes appear deep, calm, and piercing.

His movements are slow, silent, and controlled.

Particularly striking are his long hands with large white claws, which appear elegant and threatening at the same time.

The mist behind him occasionally forms ghostly structures that resemble spider webs, smoke wings, or distorted shadows.

The Stuffed Elephant

In front of him sits an old stuffed elephant with gray, worn fabric and black button eyes.

The teddy appears harmless.

Almost sad.

And that is exactly why he often appears eerie.

He serves as a vessel and anchor for Voldemort within the distorted world.

When Voldemort appears, white mist begins to flow from the inside of the stuffed elephant.

Slowly, his form takes shape from it.

Some believe the teddy is cursed.

Others believe that Voldemort never completely comes out of it.

And perhaps both stories contain a piece of truth.