Chapter: ?? - Blessings Never Cease (Patreon)

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Kit was in heaven. The influx of blessings never ceased.

The human who had dared claim her had gone above and beyond in offering recompense. She served Kit well enough to earn her continued existence a thousand times over. Though, Kit was beginning to suspect that the human had other motivations for its largess.

Kit held sway over more and wielded more power than she had ever thought possible, and the increases seemed unending.

Now, she was not just a devourer, but a creator. All within her expanded space was under her auspices, she could form it at will. The human had somehow granted her the ability to form illusions and reshape the properties of that which was under her control.

From her meager tests, the changes she made to physical matter did not endure outside of herself, but there was time, still. She could now alter her exterior, if not as much as the physical space she contained, and she could see outside herself, if just a bit.

The latter was likely to facilitate her exterior changes, which Kit took special pride in. She could hide anywhere.

Kit did not consider how closely her new abilities mirrored those of her near kin, the syphons. It was probably just a coincidence. After all, a syphon of sufficient power to have physical remnant magics able to grant this level of power would have been strong. Its power would have been far beyond the ability of her human to overcome.

It was obviously just a coincidence.

The human continued to feed Kit a seemingly unending supply of power, which was beginning to make Kit a bit lazy, if she was being honest.

She hadn’t been wantonly eating anything left within her for a while, now. Though, she did still sequester things that the human was unlikely to miss. Mostly, that included scraps of bio-matter, and excess material, stubbornly grabbing on to the items that the human would miss.

It was a comfortable life.

Too comfortable.

Deep within Kit, she was still the Devourer of All, that was still her nature.

She was sure of it.

Because of that, the greatest shock in this new iteration of existence had come when the beacon of death began accompanying the human into Kit’s doman. Thankfully, it was only on occasion, but ever since Kit’s last upgrade it had been increasing in frequency.

The beacon was a being of such deep power and hunger that Kit truly began to question if she had ever been worthy of the name: Devourer of All.

She had, only once, attempted to take a nibble from the seemingly infinite supply of power and food that was the beacon.

It had been like trying to bite a rock.

No, that wasn’t right. Kit regularly devoured little rocks and bits of sand that came in with the human.

It had been like…Kit shuddered. It had been like trying to take a bite from the Consumer, back when she was but a little devourling, surrounded by her broodmates in the deep nothing, outside of existence.

Her progenitor had been so far above her that, had the Consumer not so named her, Devourer of All would never have dared presume the moniker.

As it was, Kit was glad to have another name, now.

Identity crisis avoided.

Still, she occasionally saw the beacon watching her, somehow, its eyes seemingly looking beyond the extra-physical space, in which Kit was the absolute master, and into her.

Her human did not know what it was doing by giving such a being a cutesy name like ‘Terry.’

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