"Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King. Our king is rising. All Hail The Imp King..."
The demon imp chanted, pacing the breadth of the empty, windowless cell that held him bound and in captivity. The imp had a skin tone of reddish brown with two large bat wings folded at his back and a continuous swinging tail having a triangular end, wearing just a tight short.
In front of the imp, standing behind a bar of iron, observing, were two sleeveless white robed figures, each having almost white eyes, watching the Imp with a fierce gaze. Draped at the waist was a black belt strapped with a sword in scabboard while spiral white bands at their arms glowed slightly, revealing their nature as Irunmole beings.