She regretted so much. Her success after centuries of seclusion and deprivation was almost a humiliation instead of the resounding achievement she had dreamt of. She played it too safe, tried too hard, went too far, and now she felt her solution might have been worse than the beast itself. No. No, it wasn't quite that bad. She traded one demonic tyrant for a race of insanely horny power-hungry fuck beasts. She had thought the battle between them would have been more catastrophic. She hadn't expected the beast the keel over from one attack. She hadn't expected them all to survive. She hadn't expected the vitality she imbued them with would enable them to be almost immortal and breed like rabbits. She had been expecting a drawn-out battle of attrition and predicted a vast number of them would be killed and need to be constantly replenished.

   Her calculations had been completely outside the reality of the situation, mainly due to the progressive weakening of the demon. There was no way to tell what would have happened if they had fought the beast at full power, or what would have happened if it had found what it had been looking for all that time. There was no measurement to determine how powerful the refined essence would be in a human, much less a being specifically designed to utilize it for producing mana and body strength. She had absorbed some early levels of refined essence and surpassed the power of all humans that ever existed. She kept going and refined it again and again, not expecting the effects to compound and multiply as they had. The new beings even had some sort of natural synergy to keep refining it even more between each other in their own bodies. She had not designed them that way, it just was one of many ways her predictions and plans had gone too far or fallen short. In the end, she realized just how little control over the situation she had managed to exert, even with her extensive preparations. She was just one woman after all.

  And now, she was a mother to these creatures she birthed from pure demonic power married with the natural mana of her world. They were still so human really, exaggerations and amalgamations, but still human in their core. She breathed a sigh of relief. When they had been born, they might have been completely feral and just devoured each other and her with gluttonous abandon. She mothered them with whatever natural instincts she possessed, and it seemed to work. They performed well together. They learned to behave and control themselves. It was lucky she had imbibed some of the refined essence herself, otherwise she might have been killed accidently in those early years, but she had done it. These were her children, and now each had produced many grandchildren. A family made from her own body and mind. They saved the world and conquered it.

  She still had complete control over them, but she was beginning to be worried. They were so powerful. Goddesses among men. Even she would only last minutes against one of them, and they only were getting stronger. They really did love her, but she could see even that failing if the circumstances changed. And they were multiplying. Her grandchildren were numerous and they were all powerful, though some of the measures she had taken were hampering their growth over generations. She deliberately made them unable to breed with each other but built in them a strong desire to reproduce, and she had made it slightly dangerous for them to have intercourse with each other. She hoped that would force them to keep humans around, and she hoped it would force them to cooperate at least to some degree. It also meant they were introducing human variability and weakness into their family lines with each generation. There would be wild fluctuations in their capabilities and continually trending downward. There would be very few to ever ascend to the heights of the first ten, but for now even the weakest was still a dominant force capable of ruling humans with an iron fist.

  She raised them steeped with human society and tradition as she remembered it. They followed the hierarchies and power structures without question at first, it was just natural to them once they were trained, like eating with utensils instead of their hands. Now she was beginning to see deviations among the newer generations, but it was within normal ranges. Natural humans had their own evils to deal with of course, and the sorceresses were really a force for stabilizing human society. With her at their head, they were the protectors of the peace and they were rebuilding the world. It had been around 200 years since the death of the beast, she wasn't sure exactly how long. When she had emerged from her hiding place, her sense of time was completely warped and for a long while there weren't any yearly seasons to speak of in that demon ravaged wasteland. 

 It had taken dozens of years to restore just her homeland, even with her children's massive power. She had only roughly half of them to work with at any given time. Most of them had their periods of orgiastic hedonism and could spend decades fucking and making merry. Some remained steady, some returned to the fold once they saw the growing need to restore the world, only a few remained in their lust drunk obsessions. One of the less responsible children was currently giving them some trouble. Calica had been the most pleasure seeking of the sisters and had taken on a growing predisposition to rather violent sexual escapades. That was fine in sexual congress between sorceresses, their bodies were incredibly resilient and most of the time the degenerate sluts enjoyed every second of it, but it became ugly if human women were involved. They had been finding women that were violently beaten and killed, even drained of their life energy using some kind of dark technique.

 As the mother of these sisters, she was finding herself in very uncomfortable situations with Calica recently. Her sorceress daughter would be watching her around a corner or standing in the dark as she moved through the hallways. It felt like she was being stalked by a predator. She had been getting too complacent over the years. Maybe it was just a raw apathy, like if one was forced to live with a pack of barely domesticated wild beasts. In a situation where your life could be violently ended at any time, maybe apathy was the only defense mechanism that could exist.

  She felt that apathy right now. Calica stood at the doorway to her room, an ominous shadow. There was only one reason she could think of that Calica would decide to stealthily invade her opulent bedchambers in the middle of the night with a raging erection. She lay there for a few minutes, watching the motionless dark form. She finally broke the silence of the night and called her daughter to enter. "Hello Calica. Come in." She sat up in her bed as Calica moved through the night and stood near a table. She lit a candle on the table with a small flame from her fingertip. "Hello Mother". Calica sat down in a plush chair beside her bed. "I have a confession to make, mother". Mother nodded, "I think I know". 

 "I didn't set out intending for it to come to this, mother. She was so weak. She said she could handle it, but she couldn't. I killed her, mother. I killed the woman I loved in a moment of lust. I despised myself, but then I started to despise her weakness. It didn't take long for me to despise them all. I recognize now that it was a perverse way to cope with grief, but it swallowed me whole. I started to punish them for being weak, and it felt so good to dominate them. I think I became addicted to it. And then it became darker, and darker still. I started to take them whenever I wanted. Whoever I wanted. Then I discovered I could take everything from them. A small push of mana into their bodies, and a sharp draw to absorb it again. It was like a tiny mana circuit, and it pulled their life out of them and into me. It tastes so sweet, mother. I love you mother, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to taste you now. The time of weakness is over". 

  She had been distracted by the confession and was surprised by that final sentence and sadistic grin. She realized too late that Calica had been layering barriers around them in the shadows beyond the candlelight. She tried to escape, but now she was like a helpless fish in a bowl with a deranged predator peeking over the rim. Calica hadn't moved from her chair. It looked like she was planning on enjoying the terror show as panic set in. Maybe her mother would beg and plead. She probably didn't realize just how tired her mother was.

  After her initial attempt to escape failed, she paused and then just got back in her bed and stared blankly at the wall. "I can see you've gone too far to be reasoned with, and too far for a mother's words to turn you back. You're a gross disappointment, and I'm tired of this charade. I never loved any of you. You were simply dangerous tools that I made for a purpose, and once your job was completed, I resented ever creating you. I'm so tired of all your gross obsessions. I went too far and my predictions were too paranoid. I brought humanity back from the brink only to make them fuck toys for petulant beasts stuck in perpetual puberty. Your true parentage is more demon than human, so it is not surprising. I'm not going to give you any satisfaction, go ahead fill whatever pathetic urge your cock dreamed up for you this time. Do try not to wake me". She closed her eyes and never opened them again.

  Calica went wide-eyed and livid. She shook her head in disbelief and tried to throw back some kind of retort or threat at her mother, but she could only manage an incoherent sputtering. This enraged her further, and she tried to shake her in her bed, spewing questions and insults. No response, and the rage built. She pleaded and begged. She whimpered and cried. She beat and broke. At the end, she took whatever was left from her mother and left her a drained husk on the floor. As the target of her impotent rage was withering on the ground, the silence cleared her mind. "Weak", she sneered and spit on the husk. She knew it was a lie, this woman had borne everything for so long and died under her onslaught without even making a sound. She decided to believe the lie anyway, and she lost her mind in that moment. She would give herself over to any delusion that would absolve her of responsibility. She started muttering and cackling to herself and turned to leave the room, sneering as she planned all the ways she would get revenge on her now dead mother.

  None of the other sisters knew who had murdered their mother. Calica feigned the most sorrow, which was difficult since she had to continually suppress the grinning sneer that had become etched into her face. She would lead them off on one campaign after another, constantly feeding suspicion onto a new target. She would tear apart the peace and prosperity that weak human woman built on their strong backs, cast down any sisters that still loved these weak humans, and destroy humanity itself. She would sit and sneer on a pile of rubble for eternity.

 She quickly outed herself, however. She was insane. It didn't take long for some to detect the changes and make the connection. She also had a sudden increase in power that she didn't hide very well, and there was only one possible source of that strength. She tried to dominate them, they would take her side or die. The wars that ensued were devastating, she fed and grew stronger, and soon all her sisters were weak to her. Except when they worked together. She managed to destroy three of them, but that only served to unite the rest against her. She was surrounded and captured. She wildly tried to convince them that their mother never cared about any of them, but she was a raging lunatic, and they refused to believe. They were very angry. They removed her limbs and forged a form-fitting case to imprison her inside. She could not regenerate her limbs in that tight container, and they locked her deep in a dungeon to mutter and sneer forever.

  She used as much mana as she dared to try to escape but was forced to keep enough to stay alive. She was shrewd and insane enough to bide her time. She wasn't weak like her mother. She wouldn't give up. She dreamt and sneered for what must have been hundreds of years, maybe thousands, the cavern walls vibrating with her ravings. She was currently enjoying an everlasting sneering rant at weakness in general, when suddenly the cavern was bathed in light. She screamed in pain, cursing the invading brightness. It felt like it took a decade for her vision to clear and her eyes to adjust, and when her sight finally returned, what floated before her was hard to put into any category. It was a fiery orb-shaped cloud. She thought it had eyes, but they were more like faceted gems, or the many eyes of an insect. They seemed to be observing her, but it was hard to decide where it was looking, if it was looking at all. It had six feathery protrusions around the bottom, perhaps it was the bottom. The eyes were currently shifting around so much that she was beginning to feel disorientated. The feathery bits seemed to allow it to hover there and stay parallel with the ground as they spun back and forth, so she would call it the bottom. The cloudy part with the eyes could spin and reposition freely over the bottom, so she would call that the top. 

  It stayed there for a long time, "watching" her, fluttering and spinning in place. It finally reduced its glaring brightness a little and moved over to a small rock shelf on the wall. Little trunks appeared from the bottom, and it landed and perched like a bird with 4 legs. She was having trouble comparing it to anything she had ever seen. It stayed there, fluttering gently and glowing. The top would spin, and the eyes spun with it, and there seemed to be one larger eye on top that would sometimes point in her direction, like it was focusing on her. She started muttering to herself again. "I wish you would stop that". She went silent. She thought she had heard something speak, but it came from no direction and was more like hearing her own voice in her head. It did have an echo in the cavern, so it couldn't have been her thoughts, could it? 

 "You seem perplexed. I don't think you recognize me. That's good. You smell like the beast. You carry some of his power inside you. Can you explain that to me? Or are you too far gone in your madness?" She looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. "Reveal yourself", she commanded. The thing on the shelf hovered back into the air and moved in her direction. "I'm here", the quiet voice said. "How are you speaking to me? I see no mouth or tongue". "Look up", the voice said. She moved her eyes and saw something spinning around her head. It looked like one of the tiny eyes on the cloudy top of the thing, but it was spinning quickly around her head. "That is what you would call my mouth". The eye around her head spun with varied speeds and patterns as the thing spoke. "What are you?", Calica asked. 

  "Hmm. That's complicated. How can I explain this quickly? I'm the reason the beast came to your world. I'm the creature the beast was seeking. I come from another world. On that world, I am simply a helper. I was made to serve and guard and watch for my masters, and there are many more just like me. That ravenous beast came to my world too, but it was cast out. The beast thought my kind were delicious little morsels, we're filled with so much power, and I was used as bait to lure it thru a hole to your world. Sorry about that." Calica was still watching the thing spinning around her head. It was amazing to watch as it spoke, and she could feel the vibrations in the air. She didn't know where the polite place was to look as it talked to her, so she just looked at the source of the sound. 

  "What are you doing here? Why don't you go home?", Calica tried looking at the rolling eyes at the top of the form, but that was too dizzying and too bright. "You were making so much noise down here in the deep, I came to see what was going on. You're a very strange creature. I can't go home. I was commanded to keep the beast here until it starved, but I can still sense it's power. It seems like some is coming from you now. Explain now." The thing flashed red and Calica yelped as something impacted the top of her head. "We killed the beast long ago. Our mother made us to kill the beast. She used the beast's essence to create us". The thing stopped fluttering for a moment. All of it's eyes exploded from the top and disappeared into cracks and holes around the cavern. The thing hovered and pulsed, and she thought she could see many tiny tethers stretching in every direction.

 After a moment, all the eyes came snapping back and returned to their original positions. "You were telling the truth. The beast is dead. Congratulations. Thank you and thank you for teaching me your language. I wish you well." Calica watched as the thing spun faster and faster. It angled itself slightly and a single flash of light beamed from its largest eye into the cavern ceiling. The air crackled and a large vertical circle slowly gaped open near the spinning form. After a while it was large enough for something that looked much more human to step through the hole. She could see a living space on the other side, bathed in a strange light, and it was all very odd looking. Most of the things were odd enough that she couldn't determine what she was looking at, but there did seem to be a strange chair and table, walls, doorways.

  The being that stepped through spotted her and jumped in shock. It exclaimed something in a language she didn't understand. The floating thing responded in the same language, and then it sent out another little eye, this one to spin around the visitor's head. The being spoke again, but this time Calica understood. "My servant says you killed the beast. What happened to you?" She heard the gentle sound coming from above her head again, and the being's mouth movements didn't match the voice. She probably did look quite the mess. She wasn't sure how long she had been down here, but she was getting dried out. She could tell her lips were cracked. They had cracked long ago and were likely quite grotesque. She could only assume the rest of her looked equally disturbing. She was too tired and insane to lie. "I raped and killed my own mother, killed three of my sisters, and countless others. My surviving sisters imprisoned me here as punishment." The being's mouth dropped open and its expression changed to one of horror. It waved dismissively and turned away and she heard, "Oh. Looks like you're right where you belong." It gestured at the floating thing, and they both entered the hole and disappeared. The darkness took her again. The weight of her absolute confession fell on her and she began to shriek.

  The portal opened again, and the two entities returned through. "On second thought, you might be an interesting experiment. You actually killed the beast, you say?" The floating thing pushed out a slow beam of glowing energy, and it enveloped her. She was locked in position and could not move, speak, or even breath. She was levitated away from her pedestal, restraints snapping like threads, and followed behind the two beings in the air as they went back into the portal.

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