Malika walked behind him and leaned down to grab him beneath his arms.

His skin was slightly slimy to the touch and she wrinkled her nose a little as she Lifted him off his feet to let him Look at the markings on the door. The imp was only around three feet tall and required her to Lift him above her head to see everything comfortably.

“Is that helpful?" She asked as he studied the markings on the doors, lifting a small clawed hand to scratch his chin contemplatively.

"Yer doin' great Puddin' Pants." He called down to her and she rolled her eyes. Lewd pet names seemed like they were going to be a common occurrence in her future.

“These doors were built to hold back the elder demons, it's said that they could even keep a god at bay." She told him, a hint of her former nerves had crept back into her throat as he'd been studying the door for around ten minutes without speaking to her.

“Bullshit. This is better than the rune circle but still amateur hour.

See, the worshippers of Lagria like being evil, wretched and generally a bunch of assholes. So, only lesser demons are interested in their slutty asses. Real demons like yours truly go for innocence and purity, they're more fun to play with y'see?" His eyes lowered to scan the lower portion of the door.

“Alright I got it!”

As Malika put him down she considered his words but didn't believe him.

She was not innocent. She had killed and taken part in dark rites that would forever sever her from paradise. As she was thinking about calling Pugward's bluff the imp stretched his arms out before him and clapped his hands together. Then as he flicked his fingers apart the doors buckled and finally ripped off their hinges to fly across the great hall of the Defiled Temple.

Malika's eyes widened to great pools filled of pure awe. Since making her pact the pale blue of her gaze had turned blood red giving her a slightly demonic appearance herself. This made the expression of utter shock on her features and her hanging jaw all the more amusing to

Pugward. He ran over on stubby legs to grab her hand and tug on her arm to get her attention.

“Hey! Might wanna put me on yer shoulders. They‘re gonna be pissed I broke their room of demon cock sucking." He caught Malika's attention and she laughed in spite of her circumstances before lifting the imp to let him crawl up to sit on her shoulders.

He held on to her ears with one leg resting over each of her slender shoulders. Her dark hair gave him a very comfortable seat as it flowed down between his legs to her lower back. After he settled himself he gave her earlobes and encouraging pinch with his clawed fingers.

"Giddy up Jelly Jugs!" Pugward sounded the charge and Malika ran out of the summoning chamber.

She had not previously believed in the imp's power but seeing him break the summoning circle, shatter the enchanted doors and feeling his power tingle through her body had done much to change her mind about him.

Sure enough the sisters came from the dark doorways, running behind their large muscular demonic slaves. The demons charged the pair down with deafening roars of outrage. When Malika saw them her heart Leapt into her throat as thirty demons hurtled toward them.

That was when Pugward started laughing so hard he fell off her shoulders.

At the sound of the imp's Laughter the demonic hoard suddenly stopped in their tracks, clearly they were not accustomed to being found quite so amusing. Leading the pack was Deckler who looked over himself and his gang to see what was quite so funny. The confused expression on the oversized brute's face made Pugward laugh all the harder.

“What are you waiting for idiot, kill them!" Eluria's screeching voice called out as she squeezed between Deckler and the demon beside him to see what all the commotion was about. Seeing the Laughing imp she did a double take before rationalising the laughter to herself. "It is obviously mentally ill."