Who would have thought a magic baby could be hard to manage?

Sierra sighed quietly from her place a dozen steps behind the Master. Though Othrys was well established and running smoothly, the Citadel seemed to be in a constant state of disorder, which meant she remained busy, even with the many bodies she controlled. Chaos reigned over all else; even the Master and the Mistress were subservient to it. All because the chaos was condensed into that of a baby, the 1-year-old Princess that had been getting into all manner of trouble ever since she started to crawl. To make matters worse, the Citadel itself seemed to take a liking to her, accommodating her every tiny whim, which mostly took the form of little tunnels that opened long enough for her to crawl through before sealing back up without a trace.

Thanks to her awareness being spread through the entirety of the Master's home, Sierra was the one usually tasked with keeping an eye on Eris when she got adventurous. Keeping an eye on her wasn't the difficult part though, it was getting the infantile Princess out of whatever situation she inevitably got herself into. A task made all the harder given that goodwill bestowed upon Eris by the Citadel was apparently taken from her share. Perhaps the tower didn't like that so many of her were running around inside it, perhaps it just delighted in making her job harder. Either way, Sierra often had to resort to rather **** measures to extract the Princess from her own, innocent trouble.

Sierra abruptly blinked and realized the body that had been following the Princess, once a woman named Loretta, had lost track of her when she had looked elsewhere. In only a handful of seconds, the little troublemaker had completely vanished and done so without a trace. A quick check through the eyes of other bodies revealed no clues, and so Sierra was **** to resort to more advanced methods, using multiple bodies and their proximity to each other to find where the walls were thicker and so where a hidden, baby sized passage could be. This had gotten progressively harder to do as the Citadel caught on to her ploy, but it worked for the moment and she would take what she could get.

As she tracked the Princess, Sierra wondered where she would be found. It seemed every possibility had already been used at this point. There was the time Eris had gotten outside, joining the dryads standing guard on the perimeter wall and happily playing with infectious arrows that were of absolutely no threat to her. Then when she had somehow managed to get the building to create a tiny pool of water for her to play in in the middle of the throne room. The time she managed to get all the way down to the lowest part of the Citadel was particularly memorable, as Sierra had eventually found her playing with Clove in the chamber that housed the very heart of the tower. Sierra still had no idea how she'd managed to get down there, much less without anyone knowing.

There were more examples, of course. A day spent hiding and reappearing all throughout the massive kitchen, vanishing from her bedroom only to end up right back in the same place by the time Sierra found her, teaming up with Vivian's triplet kittens, born only a week before her, to cause all manner of chaos. To remember all of them would be counterproductive, especially when she could hear a certain baby's innocent and burbling laughter just ahead. Loretta walked quicker and found the Princess six feet off the ground, swinging happily in a net of spider silk. Sierra didn't even question how she had gotten up there, content to just be satisfied at having found the troublesome Princess again.

As Loretta moved to start bringing the delighted and fearless baby down, every servant in the Citadel shuddered at the thought of what kind of trouble the Princess would be once she got older and more capable. The only thing more terrifying than a crawling baby was a walking one.

Eris looked curiously from Aphrodite's arms at the distant but towering form of her daddy unleashing thick, crimson lightning into a crowd of angry green people and scary bull monsters. She didn't know why she had to stop coloring to come out here and watch her daddy use his magic, but she didn't like it. The people he was showing his magic to didn't seem to like it either, since they were yelling super loud.

"Mama, can I go back to drawing? Watching Daddy practice is no fun," the 6 year old princess pleaded, hugging Aphrodite tightly. She usually got what she wanted, but this time her mother shook her head.

"No sweetie, we have to stay here and help."

"Help Daddy practice?"

"No, not quite. You know how you have to listen to what Daddy says, even if you don't want to?" the queen asked, to which Eris nodded sadly, remembering all the times she wasn't allowed to have pudding, even though she asked nicely. "Well, it's not just you who has to listen to Daddy, everyone else does too. Those people out there didn't want to listen, so Daddy is teaching them a lesson so that they listen next time. Okay?"

"Okay...but what does Daddy need help with?"

"Well, sometimes your daddy get a little too focused on things and doesn't pay attention to what else is happening. So we need to make sure he stays safe, like this." Aphrodite raised her hand and a tangle of vines burst from the ground beneath a group of monstrous orcs charging Aires from behind, immobilizing them. The tendrils held them firm until Aires spotted them and dealt with them, lightning coursing over them until their physical bodies were overwhelmed and they splattered into semen. Eris still didn't entirely understand what was happening, but bounced excitedly for another reason.

"Does that mean I get to practice my magic?!"

"Yes, but do you remember what I said?"

"'No using magic on other people.'"

"That's right, but it's okay this time. So, what kind of magic do you want to use?" Eris thought hard for a minute before nodding with all the wisdom of a child.

"I wanna make them not be so angry. And nicer, because yelling isn't nice." She looked up at her mother, who nodded approvingly.

"I think that's a very good idea. So do just like we practiced, think about what you want, put those thoughts into a ball, and throw it at them." Eris nodded and began concentrating, thinking hard about making those angry bull people nicer and less mad. A sparking little ball of magic slowly formed in her hands, Aphrodite watching carefully for any sign of Eris losing control. It had happened before, the little princess accidentally transforming someone when her emotions were high. Ever since the time she called Evelith a dummy and accidentally turned her into little more than a brainless sex doll, Aphrodite and Aires had made sure to teach their daughter how to control her powers.

No intervention would be needed this time, Eris successfully pushing her little magic sphere through the air at the thick crowd of attackers, fully focused on making someone less violent. It hit one of the bull men at random and instantly burst with multi-prismatic light that flowed around and through the poor individual. The thick bull rapidly became a different kind of thick, gigantic tits bursting out of his chest while thighs and ass grew into firm and massive delights. The transforming taur visibly climaxed as the aggression drained out of them along with most of the rest of their being, wiping away the person they used to be. Long blonde hair flooded from their head, contrasting with the creature's dark skin and completing the transformation from aggressive bull to some mix of amazon, bimbo, and cow.

"Good job, Eris! They won't be fighting anyone from now on," Aphrodite praised, pulling her daughter's attention away as the new woman was pushed down by one of her fellows, who immediately began breeding her. That part wasn't Eris' fault; a sex virus ran through their veins and there were only so many ways it could effect people without turning them into some pervert's fantasy. It certainly wouldn't be using any of those methods while being wielded by an innocent who didn't even know what sex was. In her stead, a little adjustment from the queen ensured that any who fucked this new woman would find themselves just like her; the hucow district always seemed to need more workers. Eris just giggled as her tummy was tickled.

"Can I do more to help?" she asked eagerly, but both women were distracted by a large blast, signaling Aires letting out a particularly powerful wave of energy and the end of the fight.

"Looks like your daddy is already done. Why don't you cheer for him instead?" the queen suggested, imaging how humiliating it would be for the attackers to be defeated practically singlehandedly and then be effectively mocked by a child, but Eris made it so much better.

"Yay! Good job practicing, Daddy!" the little princess shouted, earning a groan of despair from the remainder of the attacking **** and a broad smile from her distant father.

There was nothing like the innocence of youth.

Eris loved visiting the Cathedral. Not only was it a beautiful building and kinda glowing, but everyone there loved her. All the pretty angel and priestess ladies were always happy to play with her, especially the little ones who liked to call her big sister, and all the Pure people liked her too.

Some of them even turned into angels and priestesses because of her, which she understood to be a good thing. They were always the nicest, giving her little sweets and cuddling her until she managed to get away. Though their big chests were nice to sleep on.

More than the nice people in the Cathedral, there was a statue of her in there, more than one even! There was the big one of her with Daddy and Mama at the very front, the one everyone usually looked at, some smaller ones that people sometimes looked at, and a medium sized one of just her that a lot of people seemed to like. She couldn't blame them, she was very cute. In fact, sometimes she liked to vanish the statue, climb up, make herself look like stone, and stand just like the statue to see how long it would take for people to notice it was actually her.

It was usually Grace. The angel really didn't seem to like Eris for some reason and always seemed to put an end to her fun. Maybe it was because she was so obsessed with her Daddy? Shouldn't that mean she should like her too? Apparently not, because she never missed a chance to crack down on her. Kiera did the same, the big butt priestess almost a worse spoilsport than Grace, usually because she typically attended to the goings on in the main part of the great church. They were both such killjoys that Eris almost couldn't help but cause trouble.

It was so easy too, since most of the worshipers were all too happy to help her or at least cover for her. Playing hide and seek was fun, given how many little corners there were around that were perfect for hiding in. There was that, impersonating the statues, making ghost noises that echoed in the usually quiet cathedral. And once she learned how to start changing her body, she loved to grow little climbing claws and climb up the pillars, just like Vivian's daughters could. Walking around and sleeping on the rafters was fun, even if they were made of stone.

"I asked you not to play around up here," came Kiera's firm voice, and Eris looked over to see the blue-haired woman floating beside her, leveling her a disappointed look. Luckily, Eris learned a long time ago how to deal with the worshipful woman.

"You can't punish me, or else Daddy will be angry with you. You don't want Daddy angry with you, do you?" Eris saw the muscles in Kiera's perfect face twitch with annoyance.

"I still asked you not to play up here, Lady Eris. If you fall, you could seriously hurt yourself."

"All those people down there say I can't be hurt though. And it's fun up here, it's like being on top of the Citadel, everyone's so tiny."

"You may not be able to be permanently hurt, but if you are injured, that will be my fault and I will not disappoint my Lord. I will not. Please come down."

"Fine. Spoilsport." Eris pouted and began climbing down, Kiera literally hovering nearby and keeping a watchful eye.

"I will suffer being a spoilsport if that is what it takes to keep you safe," Kiera said seriously, putting an even further damper on Eris' mood. It didn't improve, not even once she had both feet planted on the intricate floor. The young princess and the devoted woman looked at each other for a few seconds before Kiera bowed her head a little. "Thank you, Princess. We are all grateful for your consideration and cooperation." Eris just huffed. This was part of why she was so annoyed with Kiera: serious and demanding one second, then humble and groveling the next. Grace was almost worse, always finding a way to remain perfectly respectful and taunt her into doing exactly what the angel wanted.

"Hmph," Eris huffed, turning away to head back home, dodging the cooing Devoted that tried to cuddle her. She wasn't having any of it and walked away, leaving Kiera standing wearing a thin smile. If only the impetuous princess knew how much they all cared for her. Kiera looked forward to continuing to watch the years pass for the princess and help her to grow into the goddess she would one day be.