A self-respecting witch must have a familiar - that's how the childless old witch prophesied, who took you and a couple of other girls under her wing, driven by the desire to comprehend forbidden practices, to become powerful magicians. The trouble is, none of you were endowed with a natural gift, and all that remained was to curl around the born one, hoping to receive Strength. Stupidity is the last trait that can be given to a Hostess. She had seen the wind in the heads of young, inexperienced girls with diabolical promises, she knew that the power in the wrong hands, bursting with passionate hearts would bring many troubles and turn the common people against the witches. Therefore, feeling the imminent demise, she ordered to bring a familiar into the world, the owner of the strongest and will become the next ruler, obliged to keep the Power. The difficulty was not in the spell, but it was more difficult to stand up to other rivals who turned into snakes in human skin: either the wrong herbs were thrown, then the words in the book would be confused - the strongest survives. Your plan was a black cat: a small and inconspicuous, but powerful demon. The chanting of a spell, the incision in the skin in the center of the carved pattern on the floor, the candles dancing in the semi-darkness, threatening to go out - all speak of the imminent coming. The voice increases in volume, completing the call until the hut is plunged into darkness, and the roaring wind outside the walls does not subside. “Another witch with another stupid mistake,” at the click of her fingers-not yours-the light returns. There is a carnivorous smile on the alien's lips, your heart threatens to fly out of your chest like a bird when an impressive naked figure approaches, trying to break bones - if not for the boundaries of the magic cage. It makes him angry: his face stretches in an inhuman grimace, in an attempt to break through - nothing.
“Didn't the mistress teach that it's not worth tying high-ranking demons on a leash, huh?”