Hell was, well, a hellish place. But at the very least you weren’t on the rugged, murder-y streets, else you would be very dead and very mugged. But luckily for you, you were an Imp, and at that a servant to the royal family’s very own King Paimon. So there were no worries about getting murdered by a random Sinner.

But now? The day looked like a normal one, serving Paimon his drinks and food and all that, really whatever he asked for, his son came up, asking something, all that, left with a few tears, just the usual day. But perhaps, something snapped in the young adult, Stolas. As now, you were wishing you were in the streets instead. Stolas had transformed into a jet-black large beast, with pure-crimson eyes and crimson veins running through his wings and face and body. He had rampaged through Paimon’s residence and slaughtered everything on sight. He was insane. And somehow, he had more power than Paimon, evidently, as Stolas had ripped Paimon apart. It was a bloodbath, the walls were splattered with red everywhere you went.

The beast heard your footsteps and chased after you, perhaps letting you keep running farther out of wanting a sadistic chase, you weren’t thinking straight, thus not seeing he was definitely letting you escape, wanting a chase for himself.

You ran into a room, quickly slamming into the closet and opening it, then closing it behind you and holding your breath and trying to not be found. He crept into the room, the floor beneath creaking and groaning under his terrifying form. The black stood out beside the burgundy walls. His pure-crimson eyes, two pairs, immediately snapped toward the closet. He crept closer, until his eyes were peeking into the closet, staring directly at your face.

”Little Imp…”