The laughter of the sorceresses soon became hysterical and Malika's fear turned into humiliation at the thing stood within the circle. She had only managed to tempt an imp with her pleading whispers.

The coven hooted and hollered as they started to file out of the room, no longer interested in her soul. It would, after all, have been tainted the instant the imp was raised from the dark realms. As she passed the broken woman, Eluria stopped and looked down upon her. Deckler's Large clawed hand reached down and ensnared Malika's face to bring her gaze up to meet the eyes of his mistress. His sharpened claws dug painfully into Malika's cheeks although thankfully he didn't draw blood.

“We will leave you to bargain with your..." She looked to at the imp and curled her lip in disgust.

“...thrall. Tomorrow he shall be tested."

The promise made Malika moan with renewed sorrow. After each Tempting the demon was tested against another to see the Limits of its power. It was difficult to believe the imp would last a second against the behemoths of the other sorceresses.

They left her sealed in the summoning chamber, the powerful incantations that sealed the door shut were meant to keep the most fearsome demons confined if they escaped the circle. Now they were the doors of Malika's new prison and she was left with the beady eyed creature that had answered her call.

Once they were alone the Imp walked over to press his clawed hands up against the barrier that held him in place at the edge of the summoning circle. He Looked over to the weeping woman who had once again crumpled up to Lay on the stone floor.

“Hey Sugar Tits! ‘Little help ‘ere?" The imp shouted over to her but found she was either ignoring him or couldn't hear him.

Grumbling to himself, he looked at the floor and saw the runes that kept him in the circle. As his eyes moved from one to the next a smile formed of his pointed features that eventually blossomed into a full grin.

“Well this is just fuckin' pathetic." The imp regarded the sisters’ runes with a kind of disgusted amusement.

It seemed that Malika actually could hear him since right about then her wails grew louder upon hearing him apparently call her pathetic. Her head was still firmly buried in her arms and so she couldn't know he wasn't speaking to her.

The imp Looked back to her for a moment before he closed his eyes and drew a simple glyph in the air with the tip of his claw. The foundations of the summoning chamber began to shake as the image of the glyph hung in the air with a pale green Light that grew brighter and brighter. Finally the Imp stuck his fingers in his ears as the runes of the summoning circle loudly cracked open one by one.

This had certainly caught Malika's attention and her sobs subsided as she lifted her head to see what was going on. Her eyes widened in shock as the little imp's magic ripped apart the prison the sorceresses had made for him and his kin.

The pasty green skinned figure hopped across a large crack in the floor and over the threshold of the circle to freedom. As an afterthought he clicked his thin gangly fingers in the air and a thick brown cylindrical shaped object dropped out of nowhere for him to catch. Casually, he bit the end off of the object with his sharp little yellow teeth and turned it around in his fingers before placing the other end in his mouth. Another click of his fingers made a small green flame appear at the tip of his claw and he set the tube alight, making thick dark smoke pour from within his mouth seconds later.

Malika had never seen such a thing or heard of such behaviour from a demon but he seemed to be enjoying sucking on the tube enough as it burned green at the other end. As he blew out a ring of thick black smoke he audibly cleared the phlegm from his throat and sighed with relief.

“Tha's much better." Suddenly he turned to face Malika and looked her over, his brows rising approvingly as he did so.

“How did you..." She began but her voice fell to shock as she looked from him to the broken circle and back again.

"Uh?" The imp's eyes had been locked on the great swell of her breasts. He looked back to the circle as if he‘d forgotten all about it then to her once more. "Oh that? It was fuckin’ cheap magic lady. I wouldn't trust it to hold a damn fish, let alone someone like me."

The imp adjusted his ragged sandy coloured shorts that seemed to be frayed with burn marks before popping the tube back in his mouth and walking over to her. His small clawed feet made Little clicking noises on the stone as he did so. She remained laid upon the floor, too shocked at the imp's actions to move. The strands of cloth that covered her nipples had Long since fallen away to leave her completely topless. Her lower half was still covered by the translucent fabric that hung from the ribbons about her waist and the way she laid on her front with her well rounded ass slightly lifted in the air was highly appealing.

The imp rested his hands on his lower back and leaned forwards to inspect her face critically. His slightly crooked nose almost touched the tip of her perfectly straight one and made her nostrils flare slightly in surprise at his sudden closeness. As she took a breath she caught a Lung full of the smoke he was exhaling and nearly choked.

“So, I'm guessin' you're the light at the end ‘o the tunnel. I was hoping for Vegas but a house full ‘o scantily clad broads is almost as good. Where is this?" He straightened up and looked about the place for something he might recognise.

“The Defiled Temple, home of the servants of Lagria." Was the response that eventually poured from between her Luscious Lips.

“Lagria!? That fat old bitch? Ha!" The imp grinned with amusement. "What is that?" Malika's curiosity as to what the hell he had in his mouth finally got the better of her.

“This? Ya never seen a cigar before honey?" Taking the cigar from between his lips, he offered her a drag after breathing out some more dark smoke.

Malika wrinkled her nose and shook her head at him.