Shoo the imp away

You shake your head again. “I said, ‘no,’ and I mean it.” You glare at the imp who simply clicks his tongue at you and turns away.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Maybe if you don’t become a sex toy for some fat-cocked centaur by noon tomorrow, I’ll stop by and give you another chance.”

“Don’t you dare follow me!” you shout at the imp.

“It’ll be fun to see what kind of beasty gets to you first.” The demon cackles as he disappears in the growing darkness of the forest. You shake your head once more to yourself, trying to get rid of the unease. The image of the foul demon having sex with you is one that’ll certainly be hard to forget.

You proceed back to the stone outcrop of the old ruins, sitting below the cover. You feel the cold air brush against your exposed skin, making you shiver. Something about the place makes you feel uneasy, and hearing the warning of the imp about other dangerous creatures makes it all the harder to fall asleep.

You close your eyes, trying to convince yourself that the imp was simply bluffing. You wonder if centaurs even live in a place like this. Then again, between the orcs and the imp, who knows what lurks out in these woods.

You press your knees to your chest to try and give warmth to your limbs. Your eyes slowly close as you drift asleep. Before you completely fall prey to your exhaustion, you swear you see the outline of a dark, horned creature drift past you. Your eyes shoot open, but you see nothing. You give a single sigh and return back to trying to get some sleep.