"Hmm," Black wondered. "That's a good point. I wonder why I don't...?" It was odd to think that he actually could kill his master. After all, he hadn't given an order against it as of yet, so it should be possible. And what really was there to hold him back? Black looked down at the symbol on his hand and came to a sudden realization. There were different ways to be made a familiar, but this was was special. It left a physical mark on the demon that bound it to slavery. Was it possible, that in some ancient language the marks on his hand not only bound him to the boy, but forbade him to kill him?<br/><br/>He'd thought of killing his master plenty of times, but each time he'd felt deep down that they were just empty words. No matter how much he wanted to he never seemed to go through with it. "I'd bet that there's magic in this, holding me from it," Black said to Kyra, not expecting a reply since she was hunting.<br/><br/>Black wasn't big on fish, he preferred mammals. The demon made his way over to a tree and waited patiently. This was more or less a watering hole, so something was bound to show up for a drink. He was right. Within minutes, a male deer came along. It stooped down for a drink and started lapping the water up with its delicate pink tongue. Black spread his wings and glided silently over to the animal. As soon as it lifted its head to observe, the demon touched it with his battle staff and delivered a nice shock. The majestic animal collapsed to the ground.<br/><br/>So the demon may have told his master that he wasn't hungry. In all honestly, he'd always be hungry. He was a powerful demon and needed his fuel. But if he allowed himself too much prey in too short a time, he could go into a sort of blood-lust mode, so he tried to limit himself. One little buck was fine though. He started eating it right there, his humanoid mouth and only slightly pointed canines sinking remarkably easily into the warm flesh.