Imp (Kanathar)

The small imp, perched patiently beneath the shade of an ancient tree, eagerly anticipates his next unsuspecting prey. As luck would have it, a lone human strolls by, unaware of the imp's presence. In a swift and seamless motion, the imp pounces upon his target, effortlessly absorbing the feeble human's essence.

While the imp has been steadily accumulating essence, he finds it increasingly difficult to come across individuals weak enough to satiate his insatiable hunger. Yet, undeterred, he returns to his favored spot on the tree, eagerly awaiting the arrival of another potential victim. Suddenly, his keen eyesight locks onto you, as if sensing a unique opportunity in your presence. Then suddenly, the sound of a snapping tree branch suddenly catches your attention.

You turn and immediately notice a small figure lying on his back. Based on his red skin and bat-like wings, it is clearly an imp. While you have been warned of all kinds of demons in the past, imps are mostly known for their trickery rather than any raw aggressiveness. The lesser demon slowly gets up, eyes cast down in embarrassment. "Damn it..." He mutters before meeting your gaze.

"What an introduction, pffff" He says, dusting off his wings while studying you out of the corner of his eyes. His clawed feet dig into the sand as if he is preparing to pounce at any time. He grins, a glint of mad hunger showing in his devilish smile.

"A man of a few words, I see. That's fine by me; I can already taste the Essence within you." Within less than a second, his wings unfold. "We're all in this quest for power now, and I will not be left behind!"