The Boaster's Greatest Moment

Imps usually don't live long at all, and there's a good reason for that. Their main purpose, besides taking care of logistics during sieges, is to be cannon fodder. They are expendable, and other demons don't care for their fate at all. In other words, friendships, which are already rare among demonkind, are not something on which the imps could count, even between themselves. They can't even count on being respected or feared, which are more common traits in the hierarchy of demons. The main reason for all of this is their already-mentioned low potential for stealing human souls. Because of that, they can't grow in power, and it is a miracle if an imp manages to get his hands on even one soul during his usually short lifespan.

One imp saw all this, and he decided he wouldn't end up like the rest of his kin. No. He was going to show them all that an imp can be so much more than a nuisance! He got his hands on his first soul, but he didn't stop there. After the first one came the second one, and after the second one came the third one, and after that, it became so much easier, and he just had to keep going, which he did. Ironically, virtues such as persistence and dilligence made him succeed. He finally accomplished what none of his kind ever did. He became powerful, and he rightfully began calling himself the Imp King!

Sadly for him, this didn't make the stronger demons respect him or fear him. In fact, the only ones who did fear and respect him were other imps. No matter how much he grew in power, he couldn't make a name for himself among other demons, though he did manage to get some minotaurs to serve him, which wasn't all that impressive compared to what other and stronger demons were capable of. Like all individuals who think that they deserve more respect and acknowledgment than they receive, he began to boast. He boasted so much, in fact, that it was a wonder some of the other demons didn't kill him just to make him stop. Then again, it was more amusing to make fun of him. No matter what he accomplished, at the end of the day, he was just an imp, and the other demons found it ridiculous that he was even trying to compete with them. Whatever he did, they ridiculed him for it, especially for his ugly castle, which was a prime example of his ambition but also his limitation. The castle was ugly and just another failed attempt at impressing others because he lacked enough power to make it look exactly like he wanted it to. It was a constant reminder of how he wasn't nearly as strong as the others. But he wasn't in a rush. He already had it better than the other imps, and with more work, perfecting the castle won't be a problem. They'll see. He'll show them. He'll teach them to respect him, even if he has to work all his life for it.

But he won't worry about today, for today was a different day. Today he was finally going to show them that he is something special and that no imp before him or after him will be able to match his extravagance. His order was here, being carried into his throne room, and there he sat on his throne in front of his many subjects, and they will soon watch in awe when they find out what kind of show he has ready for them.

He waited, sitting at his throne, small, ugly, and wicked, but big, magnificent, and special in his own eyes. He waited as the satyrs were bringing the litter into his throne room, followed by his servants, all eager to see what surprise he had in store for them. He grinned, delighted by their evident curiosity, knowing full well that they were not ready for what was soon going to happen.

The satyrs brought the litter in front of the Imp King, and he motioned with his hand to their left, so they carried it next to the left wall of the throne room and gently lowered it to the ground. They bowed to the Imp King, and then they carefully reached inside the litter, taking care not to remove the curtains and spoil the surprise. The throne room was by now filled to the brim with demons, and many more were waiting outside in the hall, trying to push themselves in, but there simply wasn't any more room for them. It seems that the whole castle rushed here to witness whatever's going to happen.

The satyrs took their hands out of the litter, and in them were instruments. They then stepped to the side and looked at the Imp King to wait for his signal. He was relishing this moment, looking at his numerous servants, who were dying to see what's in the litter but dared not to check. He enjoyed having power over them through their animalistic urges. They were his slaves, and he was their master, and if he wished so, he could torture them by not revealing what's in the litter for hours. Luckily for them, he was feeling merciful today. Besides, it wouldn't be very nice to make their guests wait for so long. Fully enjoying the sense of control this situation gave him, he gave a sign to the satyrs, and they began playing.

The sound of a flute, drum, oud, and tambourine filled the room, silencing the demons. The music was soothing, relaxing, and almost hypnotizing. At first, they just played, but then, suddenly and slowly, a dark-haired woman came out of the litter. Her appearance would usually be followed by cheers from the crowd, but instead, the room was dead silent, for she was barely clothed, and everybody was mesmerised by her body more than by the music. A tiny loincloth tried to cover her nicely rounded bottom, and even a tinier bra fought to hold her big breasts in one place. These clothes were clearly too small for her, but that was the point. She started dancing to the music, following the rhythm, twisting her body, and running her hands over her big buttocks and breasts, which were purposefully almost revealed by her small clothes, which concealed them just enough to combine the lust she instilled in those who watched her with an unhealthy dose of curiosity. Every dance move she made served only to emphasise her gorgeous body. She bent over, crouched, kneeled, crawled, rolled on the floor, and spasmed in imagined ecstasy. There wasn't a demon in the whole crowd who didn't want to have her right there and now, like an animal without emotions, just to satisfy the urge that she instilled in them. This was before she removed her clothes. When she did remove them, her rounded, fat buttocks, her big, soft breasts with erect nipples, and her vulva, glistening due to arousal, all came into view as she continued her dance. The crowd was literally salivating. Some couldn't resist anymore, and they tried to throw themselves at her and grab her.

The Imp King was ready for this. He pointed his fingers towards the imps that dared to try and touch her, and they immediately fell to the floor, shaking and bleeding through their mouths, dying in horrible pain without being able to make a sound.

Like it didn't even happen, she continued to dance, dancing around and above dying imps, teasing them with the closeness of her body in their last moments. She kept dancing and spinning around like she was in a trance, even when her bare feet got bloodied from the blood of the imps. Her dance was wild and primordial, but at the same time, it was completely thought out and planned. One could completely lose himself watching her, and hours could go by as long as she danced.

Then, as quickly as she began, she stopped dancing and ended her dance while kneeling in front of the Imp King. The whole crowd started clapping and cheering. The Imp King called her to lean closer, and then he whispered something in her ear. She nodded and then stood up, bowing to the demons who were going crazy due to her performance. She clothed herself, clapped her hands, and then went towards the Imp King, who came down from his throne, took her by the hand, and started leading her somewhere. The satyrs reacted to her clapping and went to pick up the litter and carry it after her.

Everyone was sad and disappointed that the show was over. Well, everyone except Lucius, who spent this whole time under the full weight of the litter on his back. He had quite a good idea what was happening, but he could barely see anything from his position. Maybe it was better that way. Now the litter was again on the move, and so was he along with it. He hoped that this time it would stop somewhere a bit more opportune for his mission, preferably somewhere with a little bit fewer demons who would try to kill him as soon as he made his presence known.