Technoblade x Reader

Nine-Tailed Fox

I was chilling in water with my foxes. I was the last of my kind. We were often portrayed as wild, occasionally wicked foxes, who delight in mischief, pranks, or evil. We were often seen as tricksters or sometimes even powerful sorcerers who use our abilities for evil. Even so, we were  known to keep our promises, repay any debts, and remember friendships. They killed my family. I had only a few left. Everyone around the world was looking for me, trying to kill me. I was afraid, I went into hiding. I never came out. We could only be killed by being stabbed in the heart with a knife or dagger. I was singing to my foxes. The thing is, we had characteristics reminiscent of vampires or succubi and fed on the life or spirit of human beings, generally through sexual contact. My foxes really liked my singing. They were all I had left. We could generate fox-fire in our tails to mislead travelers, can fly, become invisible, appear at will in dreams, create illusions, and drain the life-force from humans. It was a good life for a while... that was until... they found us. They killed my family. I was afraid. At night, I slept with my foxes. I sighed, "Tomorrow is another day..."