Holy Phantom, Featuring Danny and Jazzy Phantom

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Yusei: Sorry about the wait.

The Sixth Darkness: Qasida

Desiree grabs food and begins stuffing her mouth until she cannot anymore. Zalam leans back in his seat with a sigh. "How do I go about with this… well, for starters, Karas is awakened."

The ebony beauty ceases her flagrant devouring to focus on him. "Karas?"

"The Heretic Overlord, basically the reason we exist in the first place." He flaps his hand aside. "He lives in the Never World, or, he IS the Never World. He's a monster who seeks to destroy the path of reincarnation souls go through and control all life."

She drops her fork at that. "But… to do that, he would have to-"

"Merge the Cosmic World with the Never World, yes," he replies, his eyes lowering in ill-content. "That's what he's doing now, using the World Tree known as the Quolith."

Horror spreads across every nook and cranny of her face. Such an event would be disastrous; an eternity of subjugation to monsters that should not exist at all, monsters whose only weakness would be extinct the moment this Armageddon happens.

Shivering in her seat at what may be, she asks, "But why now?! Why wait until this moment?!"

"He's been dead until last month, slain by the Doomsickle millennia ago. But because of that mistake, he ended up coming back. See, I was trying to use the Soul Pen to rewrite my fate and turn back into a demon, but then Ralina read my memories and foiled me before I could go through with the plan. That damn bitch then forced me to run with you, and they rewrote his fate."

Like a possessed woman, Desiree stands up. The pieces start to fall into place for how this disaster came to be. Unable to contain her anger, she screams, "SO IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

"…yes." Almost immediately following this conclusion, a fork jabs directly into Zalam's eye, causing him to fly up jumping in pain. "ARGH!"

Desiree wields a knife that came with the meal. "You caused this. You brought this all on everyone, for your own selfishness! And now you're hiding so you don't have to take responsibility!"

The demon swordsman removes the fork, his eye now closed with black ooze dripping from the vein. "Ugh. That's gonna take a while to grow back…" Glaring at the beautiful dancer with his good eye, the Heretic God of Darkness hops back onto his seat. "To answer, I'm not hiding from my responsibility. I still got a contingency." He digs into his back cloak and pulls out the Reality Gauntlet. It retains the damage from Danny's strike and the stone that powers it.

"The Reality Gauntlet?"

"Don't be so surprised that I kept it," he replies. A grin forms as he explains: "It's damaged, but the power of the gauntlet with all three gems and the combination may just be enough to handle Karas at his full strength."

Desiree claps her hands together with understanding. The gauntlet can control reality like a toy; it loosened the pathways allowing the other Heretics to break free into the real world, so maybe it can handle this cosmic being. Hopefully, Danny still has the gems so she can use it accordingly.

But before she could continue with this hope, a thought reaches her mind. To quell this curious cat, she asks, "So you had it when you stole it from Freakshow, right? Why did you have to go through this complication? Why not just use the gauntlet to turn back into a demon?"

"That's not how this works," he tells her. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered to seal the Soul Pen inside of you."

At that, another question enters the former genie's heart. "That's also something I wanted to ask about; why did you put the pen inside of me?" Zalam's eye turns back to her, allowing her to continue. "You turned me human, but there must be a reason for it. Out of everyone, you chose me."

It's a question he has been expecting and is glad she's finally stopped beating around the bush about it. Though now would be a good time to get his answer. "All pens need ink to write stuff down. The Soul Pen's ink comes from ectoplasm, mostly human blood, otherwise, it won't work."

The knife is pointed just inches from his other eye. Desiree gives this ghastly glare like she was still a ghost. "You mean you plan on killing me for your ends?"

His finger pushes the knife down slightly. "If that was correct, you would have died from Karas' rebirth. I picked you for a specific reason."

Her knife lowers from his narrow sight. The confused beauty asks, "Why me then?"

"That's a question you have to answer." Zalam digs into his cloak again. "When I used the gauntlet to put it inside you, I noticed something about your composition and saw some things from your mind. So how about telling me about yourself?"

He takes out a golden shard, one to which she asks, "What is that?"

"A piece of the Melibur left from its destruction." He then takes her hand and cups it with his, the shard in between them. A crimson shine seeps from the creases, as well as Desiree's eyes.

'What… what's happening?'

"Time to see into your past."

Flashback…

"Bring her over." A young girl around the age of a teenager walks forward in a stumble. Her form illuminates in the orange twilight of the Arabian Desert. Her long midnight hair glitters, her ebony skin stands out for all to see despite her skimpy clothing, her crystal blue eyes sparkle with the clarity of a diamond; this is Desiree.

She prostrates herself before the royalty seated before her. He approaches the girl providing him respect, and places a hand on her silk black hair. The Arabian king speaks, "You're such a beautiful woman -" Another word follows, but it's muted out. "Your dancing is so much more fluid, exotic, passionate than the others. It's almost as if you trained for this your whole life. From this day forward, I want you at my side."

He then raises the girl's head by her chin, looking within her eyes filled by surprise. "Your majesty?"

"But, to call you … would besmirch yourself so much. So from here on, you will be given a proper name, one that will be remembered for years to come." His hand is pulled away and she straightens upright. The sultan smiles, saying, "I have high hopes for you, Desiree."

As the scene plays out, the adult Desiree and Zalam stand together watching the past, untouched by what has already come to pass. The two remain silent as the now christened Desiree moves closer to the Sultan's side, despite the other girls watching with spite.

"You did well for a girl."

"What's that?!" she gripes.

"What? It's how things were back then."

"That's what angers me most."

"But let's move forward." Zalam swipes across the air like an iPad, pushing time to go forward. Here, the two are in the hallway where the younger Desiree can be seen.

She walks by three other women, all beautiful despite being her senior. One grabs hold of Desiree and pulls back, her teeth bearing with anger. "You've done well for yourself."

"Let go of me," she speaks, trying to pry free of her surprising vice-grip. "The Sultan asked for me."

"Seems that's all you do." The woman's grip becomes tighter. "We were here before you, and all of a sudden he gets giddy for some young cunt like yourself! You disgusting eyesore!"

"I said let go!" she yells, now more desperate. The woman throws her to the floor, Desiree hitting the floor hard with a yelp.

"But I must admit you are beautiful." The woman stretches her fingers, exposing sharp nails. "Be a shame if something were to happen."

"What's going on here?" The three ladies stop in their tracks as Desiree breathes a grateful sigh of relief. There stands the Sultan with two of his guards, staring at the incident before him with medium disgust.

"Oh, your majesty!" The adult women correct themselves facing the ruler of the land. He looks not too pleased.

"I'm appalled by you three. Guards…" He approaches the worried Desiree while his men forcibly escort the dancers out of the palace. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes," speaks the younger girl looking up to him with a faint redness across her cheeks.

The real Desiree watching smiles at the pleasant memory. "Oh, master… I never forgot about you."

"And skipping ahead." Zalam swipes across the air.

"Hey!"

The scene speeds up, causing the characters to move quicker. Though as they do, the two spot a much older woman down the hall secretly watching everything with spiteful eyes. Seeing her, the dark Heretic asks, "Who was she?"

"You'll see." The scene progresses further ahead, showing a slightly older Desiree standing by a terrace looking out to the world below from within her room.

While giving a wave to the people who may or may not have seen her, she sighs with content. "A kingdom to myself… I've always wanted this…"

Before she could enjoy this further, the doors rudely burst open without warning. The Sultan's guards come through the passageway and approach Desiree before immediately drawing their scimitars. Each one is placed right before the woman, held just enough to be threatening.

Confused doesn't even begin to cover her emotions at the moment. She asks, "What is the meaning of this!?"

"Desiree, you are under arrest by the authority of the Sultan," the left guard tells her.

"On what charge?" she demands.

"We have a whistle-blower who believes you may have plans to usurp the position of Sultan from the… the Sultan," speaks the right guard.

"Did he have a name?" asks Zalam with a frown.

"This is ridiculous!" shouts the framed woman, her counterpart watching mouthing everything word for word.

As the darkness Heretic mutters at being ignored, the majesty and a woman in white step into the room. Seeing him, a sense of peace enters her heart before she says, "Your majesty, please get them to lower their weapons! This is all just a misunderstanding!"

"Is it?" are the only words to exit his mouth.

The woman approaches Desiree, her no iris blue eyes going up and down the harem woman with the greenest of visions possible. "I'm a simple woman. I don't mind when my husband pays attention to a harem girl. But when that girl, that bitch, plots to secretly murder my husband…"

In a snap of an instance, the imprint of a hand burns across the ebony skin of Desiree's left cheek. So powerful she's on her knees holding the painful spot. "That destroys any measure of hospitality I have."

"No, this isn't… I would never betray him!"

"No?" Pulling the sleeve of her clothes up, the wife goes to her bed, digging underneath the pillow to remove a knife. This knife that could easily be hidden on the person of even a scantily clad woman is held before all to view. Those scimitars that were held in restraint now stretch to be poised to kill.

Desiree panics at the sight. "No… that's not-"

"Now, you said you were loyal to the Sultan," speaks the wife while holding the knife, with a certain amount of expertise. "Your connections gave you access to a private room and high standings, so you have no need for a weapon as a means of protection. So, why do you possess a knife?"

Stuttering with defeat, Desiree is lifted by the guards and pulled before the ruler of the land. Her eyes water hard enough to ruin her eyeliner. "Wait, please! You have to believe me!"

All feeling of hope dies away when his face turns away from hers. The woman's heart shatters when she understands the hidden meaning behind it all. "Through the authority bested by Allah, I sentence you to banishment."

"But…" Without another word, the guards bring Desiree forward across the room.

The wife watches as her husband relents watching the woman get taken away. A dark grin musters across her face. "I guess I finally got my desire."

The real Desiree grips her fists in an intense livid motion having relived the events before her. How much this has destroyed her, how much she hated that woman, how much she wanted revenge.

Zalam, having watched it all, is approached by Desiree. "Are you done?! Have you seen enough of my memories?!"

"So if I'm reading this correctly," he begins, ignoring her pleas, "she convinced him to kick you out because she was jealous, and the whole thing about the knife was just an excuse."

"If you can tell, why to bother asking about it?!" she shouts.

"Oh, I just wanted to see this next part." Zalam swipes the air again, and soon the scene changes.

Desiree, now older at the edge of thirty, can be found wandering the desert into the night. Her body drier, hair a mess, the light that was once in her eyes gone, this woman is officially a shadow of her former self. The poor woman drops down into the cooled sand, her tattered cloak blowing away into the wind.

Zalam watches before turning to Desiree, the female asking, "Why did you want to see this part?"

"Isn't this when you become a ghost? No, when you become a Djinn?" Teeth expose in a grin as he speaks.

"… how do you know that?" He snaps his fingers pointing at the scene.

Desiree in the memories grasps at the sharp grains. Her eyes drain of color and vision as she lies broken. All on her mind is what happened to her. She is just ready to give up.

"Oh, what a sad scene…" She looks up once more at the voice spoken to her. Her eyes take note of the person before her, a man cloaked in darkness. His figure masked in the night, all she could tell about him are the red slits where his head is.

He takes a knee to her looking down at her homely stature. "You have been met with a terrible fortune, have you not? Do you wish for something?"

"Please…" is the only measly word that she could muster out of her throat. "I just… some water…"

"Impossible." The man pats her head with a scowl. "I cannot give you sustenance. Instead, how about I provide fulfillment?" His scaly fingers brush through her hair. "What do you want now more than anything?"

"Water…"

"Besides that!" His eyes burn brighter. "What is it you want to be done that you can't do yourself? What do you want in the depths of your soul?!"

At that, her gears start to turn. Thinking back on it, there is one thing she desires too. Each time it passes her mind all she can feel is the hatred it builds in her. Raising her head she proudly declares it.

"I want revenge!"

"Wish it!"

"I wish…" Dark fumes form over her body. What used to be diamond clarity eyes have become crimson orbs of hatred. "For revenge!"

The darkness coming from her body seeps further in before exploding upward. Mr shadow man grins as he pushes it further into her heart. "You'll make an interesting Djinn, much better than the others."

Desiree's body then drops down, finally lifeless. The man laughs under his breath.

The real Desiree turns over to Zalam. "Why did you want to see this?"

"Because..." The dark user raises the shard, returning both of them to reality. "Have you not figured it out?"

"... are you..." It slowly hits her. "Are you saying that because of what that man did to me, I ended up possessing the power to survive the Soul Pen?"

"Exactly! Whatever that guy did to you, it made you more than a human before your death. Why else would your abilities as a ghost be so powerful when you're just the spirit of a human?" He grins before dropping the shard onto the table. "Then again, you used your powers as a genie for evil, which is probably why it got so powerful."

Desiree looks down at the shard. "But, why was I? I never saw him after that. I couldn't remember my real name afterward either."

"Don't worry about it. Right now we need to remeet Danny Phantom."

"We do?"

"You do." He tosses the gauntlet over in her arms. "Better hurry. He doesn't stand a chance against them things without his powers."

"Wait, what?!" Stretching his arm, Zalam sends a wave of darkness behind Desiree. A hole opens up and pulls her in quickly, a slight yelp followed after. The hole then closes up.

Sighing, Zalam draws his sword from behind. "Good thing she didn't notice."

Kei: Wait, that's it?

Yusei: No, there's more to her origin. We just had to cut short for-

Kei: No, I mean for the chapter itself. We couldn't get this out for Halloween?!

Yusei: Maybe if you weren't busy with shacking up Izuku with Momo or fixing Emerald Lightning...

Kei: Oh, don't worry. EL is getting cut; Pokemon SWSH is coming out so we need the space, and there's no making that story good. But anyway, the next chapter will have Danny and Desiree finally reuniting. Things get a kick up as well.