"This is great! Joseph, it really can look like anyone!"
Intelligent as some readers are you will have guessed that with 'it' our most beloved Prince meant, well, me. I was a shifter, I had been evaluated as highly intelligent, master fighters had decided I had talents in fighting and my magic was rather impressive as well. Add to that the fact that, at 3, I was just within five years of the Prince's age and...well. It should be obvious why a demon Prince needed people like me.
In fact, right now, while I courtsied properly, a certain Prince was pulling on the pink tails on my head. Carefully and perfectly curled, several shades lighter than the large, pink eyes I had copied. I looked exactly like Princess Letitia, heiress of the succubus queen.
A little foot hit my knee and my aching legs became rather unstable. The janking didn't help much either, obviously, so it was hardly a surprise when I suddenly fell on my bum.
The prince on the other hand grinned and started kicking me again.
"Stupid....princess...call...me...idiot....again....and....I'll...rip...you...apart!" the prince punched my face once for every word he said.
So...yeah. A shifter for a demon prince was a tool for venting their anger, which was why we were all enslaved. The risk of us betraying our masters for obvious reasons would have been sky high without the obedience wristbands.
Obviously I could hardly fight back without touching the prince.
The little fists and kicks kept pounding me for a few minutes longer before the prince was out of breath and no longer interested in venting apparently.
His OPness hadn't started yet apparently...I wonder when he'll gain all that power? I thought that while I was lying on the soft carped and pretended to be hurt.
The life of a shifter is not easy, so my skill 'material defense' had leveled quite a bit already, the pitiful 20 or so strength points of the demon Prince hardly did any damadge. But pretending to be hurt and showing bruises and such were all part of the job.
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If it had been the human me I probably would have had broken bones though. Thank god for inherited abilities!
I glanced at the prince, who had turned awayy, towards his toy boxes, before I checked my quick status, just in case.
Name: Zoron Ascarthe
Race: Demon - High Shifter
Gender: none (current: female)
Age: 3
Class: none
Job: Slave/Royal Entourage
HP: 2 497/2 500
MP: 12 500/12 500
I lost 3 HP, huh? Probably from the valet's reminders to stand straight, if I had to guess.
Out of curiosity I checked the Prince, too.
Name: Charzoch Vhelum Flammenmeer
Race: Demon - Demon Lord
Gender: male
Age: 8
Class: Demon Lord
Job: Demon Prince
HP: 756/800
MP: 47 000/47 000
He hurt his knuckles and toes. I just know he did. But what was with that stupidly low attack that hurt him more than me? His MP were impressive though...he was probably more of a mage type than a warrior, pampered as he had been so far.
Well, it wasn't like he would inherit, with his three older brothers already established and everything.
Maybe I should try and make sure he got pampered some more and didn't put any effort into learning magic or fighting skills. It would certainly benefit my health if he was weak and stupid more than if he was strong and educated and a danger to his older brothers, with me as a body double...yeah, let's help everyone spoil the prince.
Said Prince was by now thoroughly entertained with some flying mini dragons and didn't object when I started getting up.
Just to be certain I looked at the valet, who nodded and pointed towards one part of the wall. So I struggled to my poor little feet that really hurt and walked into the wall. And through it, into a room full of books. A blanket was lying on the floor, a light was prepared next to the writing table and my future schedule was hanging off the wall of the library room.
Welcome, my amazing new life...