“My master wills it, so I’ll make it be!” - Familiar Succubus, Annabell, 6895

My Mistress, the sickly, small white-haired girl, her petite body held snug against my wavering, shifting mass, my 13 tails, the ends opened with large maws of serrated teeth, just wishing to give out death to any who will test her, my main maw, the largest one, on what the food. . . no, the warriors, called my ‘Head’ my claws tore through the reinforced stone, my boneless body moving despite not having structure, only coiled muscle and hardened muscle creating the scene under my translucent skin, my stomach, attached to the abyss, cries for a meal, maybe my master would taste delecta- NO! She is my master, I can never hurt her, I ‘see’ the small village, the one I used to. As the warriors say, ‘Farm’ my food, I can ‘See’ the spear-wielding warriors cower and shake, I want to lunge at them, to devour them all, to ease my constant hunger!

But, I slow down, coming to a stop near the village, and lean, letting my master step to the ground in front of me, she coughs, then cheers something in her language, and the Warriors seem to calm down massively, giving shaky grins as they step aside, only for my master to beckon me to follow, and so I do, through the small town, where the villagers flinch and tremble before my physical might, I may be useless with magic like my equals, the dragon and the insect, but no-one can match me blow for blow, the Ratling can only hope and pray that I’d fall before I get through his subjects, I’m snapped out of my reverie by a bunch of shouts, from the mages bigger than my master, but smaller than the magical powerhouses that try to kill me

They seem to panic, to stutter, I can see the mana in their hearts flow with their blood, the heartbeats quickening, all but two, my master, and the giant well of mana, one who almost has enough power to defeat the Ratling, the Insect, and Me, The Shadow, If he’s careful with it, he walked up to me and my master, the petite girl shaking with excitement as she slowly leads my head to be ‘eye-level’ with the ancient man, mana gathered at the end of his staff, and he taps me on the muzzle with it

“There, the Ravenous Shadow Maw should understand us now, and by extension, understand you, young Se-vier, now WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, HUNTING DOWN THE RAVENOUS SHADOW MAW AND TAMING IT?!” the ancient one speaks, his voice raspy and quiet from an age before I sense mana being sent to his throat, his voice seeming to smoothen out and become louder as he yells

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My Master flinches “I-I was trying to tame either a dire wolf or a shadow beast, I was just unlucky when the Ravenous Shadow Maw decided to hunt me, I’m soooo-rrrr-yyyy!” My master cries, mana-filled tears falling from her eyes

“T-This Can’t be the Shadow Maw! Little Emmy’s Too weak and sickly to tame something of this level of power!” a blonde-haired girl, tall and voluptuous speaks up, indignation on her pretty, mana-filled face “It must be a shapeshifter, nothing more”

“Interesting thought, young Emily, but with how close I am, I can tell you for certain that this is the Shadow Maw, after all, not many creatures are so infused with magic in their cells that they can’t use a spell due to the mana overpowering it” the old elven man twirls his beard, only now sending mana to the tips of his knife-like ears “And from the slight movements, I can determine that the Ravenous Shadow Maw sees from a mana sensing organ, a perfect one if it can sense the mana in my hair follicles”

The blonde one steps back, and as my master sways on her feet, one of my tail-maws swings about to pick her up, laying her on my back, where she will be safe from most attacks, the old elf didn’t even react, while the cowering mage acolytes flinched, while my master coughed and snuggled into my dark flesh, yawning, and then going slack as she slips into safe sleep

“You might want to take her to her parents, Strong one, they must be worried, they are in the mansion you passed, the one filled with the largest mana signature, now go” the elf turns around and starts walking away, while I snarl at being commanded by anyone who wasn’t my master, but raised hackles is better than a dead master, so I move to the most prominent Mana in the weak village, warriors scramble back, there voice several octaves higher as they scream, and the large mana signature comes out, a human man, with shortly cut white hair, red eyes glaring at all in his sight, he looks me in the face

“Where is my daughter, beast” his voice is cold, but there is an undercurrent of fear, for even one as vital as he cannot hope to put me down permanently, I snarl at the slight, but one of my tail-maws gently grab my master, keeping her just off the ground, out of reach of the man, his eye shines with mana, [Analyze]ing me and his charge, he takes a step back

“She managed to do something I have tried for years, a perfect counter to her naturally weak body, after all, why would it matter if she was weak if she has the strongest physical creature in the caverns?” he has a smile, not one of malice like the elf lady who tried to enslave me, and not of greed, like the dwarf who thought he could use my physical strength to dig up iron, but one of a worried parent, glad that there charge will no longer be under threat of death from the world

“Do me a favor, Shadow Maw, and defend my youngest with your life” his eyes gleam with malice that only a parent could have to whoever tortures their child, and I nod, for No one will lay a hand on my master, not If I still stand!