I am a Deceiver, though that admission will never be uttered in the presence of another. I feed on the ability to learn more, use secrets against those around me, on a quest to complete the tasks that have been set before me since the beginning of time.
It is the nature of the beast.
I hold within me the ability to change shape, to aquire the form of a much larger snake, a true abysmal serpent, though my shifting tends to stay confined to much smaller snakes.
My ability to shift is limited to creatures of a serpentine nature. Worms. Maggots. Legless Grubs. Snakes of all sizes.
But I can never have legs, they were taken from my kind some time ago. I have been cursed to crawl in the dust.
However, I do hold within me the ability to control lesser minds, such as the Servant I currently travel with.
And of course, the deceit. Locking tongues with me in a battle of wits can quite often lead to a trance-like state in those that converse with me. In this state, many feel as if they can tell me anything that I want to know. Of course, it is always their mind, and with enough struggle and inner turmoil, they can always overcome the weight of my tongue.