Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe looked up at the Leprechaun, who was now smirking at him. The reason that the Leprechaun had allowed his magic to be used to completely clear a witch's corruption made sense now. The chimera wanted to return to this world, and likely had some existing requirements as to what it wanted in a Witch.

It was an intelligent creature, capable of both speech and inquisitive thought, and it seemed to remember something from before it was summoned, which was unheard of in a Demon. 

That must be how it met the Leprechaun. It wasn't a Demon, as Wolfe knew them, it was a Daemon, a creature of the lower planes, and not a dead Magi mutated by witch magic. 

The creature moved with the lithe grace of a large cat, sauntering out of the room, while carefully tucking its wings out of the way to avoid hitting the door. It was a good thing that they had decided the room needed a full view of the night sky because a regular doorway would have left him trapped in here with no way out except taking down a wall.

As the giant black distraction left the room, Wolfe checked out the other Familiars, and found only one that appeared to be a normal animal, a small white tail deer. It could very well be the carnivorous monster version that was common in the woods of the Morgana Coven, but Wolfe didn't see any signs of it being able to use magic.

It was hard to tell with so many magical creatures in the room, though.

Cassie cleared her throat. "Ladies, if you would please clear the stage for the next group, we have a lot of summoning to get through today."

Even at two minutes per group, this was going to take them well into the night to finish when they had hundreds of new witches in the village.

They quickly cleared the area, and the next group came up. They had all heard the instructions and seen the outcomes, with the entire group getting the legendary Magical Familiars that they had never seen on their home continent.

It was giving them confidence, and this group used to be one whole platoon. There were only six of the original twenty still living, but they had been together a long time, and their auras seemed to blend slightly as they did the summoning.

Wolfe wondered if it would be an incident like what happened to him, where they would share a more powerful Familiar. That could be an issue, given that they were all at Rank Two already, but six distinct clouds were forming. 

They were demonic black though, and Wolfe wondered if the preponderance of Demons might have something to do with the summoning being done a day early, or if it was something about the amount of curse damage that these witches all carried.

Wolfe had cleansed the Bloodline Curse, but he couldn't undo the curse damage that had been done to them from their time in the military, so they all had some minor mutations on their bodies. 

To the locals, that made them blend in a bit better. There weren't many human locals in the Frozen Wastes that didn't have some level of minor mutations, but those didn't come with the aura damage that these witches had suffered.

It would just about rule out the Fae picking them, but Wolfe didn't have enough evidence to say for certain if that would also encourage Demons to pick them.

The six clouds began to solidify into six identical humanoid figures, with small wings and narrow tails, as the spell completed. The faces were the last thing to form, flawless replicas of the six witches on stage, only they had violet glowing eyes instead of the golden crystalline eyes that their witches had.

"Well, there goes the neighbourhood." Wolfe heard the Leprechaun complain, but without any real passion in his voice.

"Oh, don't whine, little man. You opened the portal to clear your gambling debts, you should have known that we would take the chance to look for some new friends." One of the succubi replied in a sultry voice that made the short Fae shudder.

"Yeah, you were such a loyal customer when you had money. You should come see us again some time." Another one replied with a wink, while the Witches gave the Fae disgusted looks.

"They're from the Casino, the Casino. Don't look at me like that." He complained as he realized what the witches were thinking.

Wolfe cleared his throat, and the six demons in the neatly pressed black and white suits of Casino workers turned to look at him.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but did the Fae's magic just lead to our witches summoning a demonic bookie and six casino workers?" He asked.

The six succubi smiled at Wolfe with a look that made Cassie growl at them. "It's fine. We're only here for one witch's lifetime, two hundred years tops, and we won't cause you any trouble. We just want to look around the shattered world a little bit and relax." 

Wolfe sighed and gestured for them to step off the stage.

"Just try not to make more work for the public order staff."

They were just stepping down from the stage when the Demons all raised a hand to their throats.

"Wait, these witches are all your Servants? We should have known that it would be a trap. Fine, we won't cause you any trouble for real," the one closest to the edge of the room sighed.

They lowered their hands and Wolfe noticed that the Servants Marks that their Witches carried had transferred to the necks of the Succubi, with a small heart shaped locket mark below them, indicating that they were in the secondary spot in the bond, obligated to Wolfe only because their Witch was.

"Well, let's get another group up and do the summoning. Wolfe, you know what I'm thinking, and you had better not cross me." Cassie admonished.

The room filled with nervous giggles as Wolfe raised his hands in submission.

"I've got it. No making up reasons to get the succubi naked."