An Imp

The inside of the circle begins to smoke. In a few minutes the smoke clears and an imp sits in the center stroking its disproportionately large cock.

“Hello, witch bitch, looking for some action.”

You give him an evil grin. “Not that kind.”

“Well then you might as well send…”

“Malifikeet.” You focus your powers on him.

“You…you can’t! The powers of hell will…”

“Will benefit greatly. You aren’t exactly top of the food chain.”

He scowls at you. “You’ll regret this, bitch.”

You pull out a dagger and pin his hand to the ground. You pull out another dagger for the other hand and two more for his feet. In minutes you have him crucified.

He looks at you again, terror in his eyes. “Please don’t! I’ll do anything!

You pull another knife.

“I’ll give you money, fame, anything!”

“Have you seen this world, those things are meaningless. What I do want is your heart.”

“No!”

You cut into his flesh and he makes an inhuman noise. You work the jagged edge of the blade around his chest. Black, foul smelling, ichor oozes from the wound. The body begins to smoke, increasing the sulfurous stench in the room. You work quickly freeing the heart, just as the body bursts into flames.

It still beats in your hand. You cast a spell upon it, freezing it.

Now you just need to find it a new home.