The little demon is vanquished...

"What an introduction, pffff!" The little red Imp observed with a nasty smirk, dusting off his wings while studying you intensely with his beady black eyes. His claw tipped feet scraping on the well worn stone floor, as if the little demon is preparing to pounce on him at any time. The little red bastard flashed you a wicked vicious grin, as you stand there looking at priest Bernard with a sickened look on your face. The old man hanging there limply now, only sobbing weakly as his helpless body trembled. "Come along, lets play... hero." The little Imp grinned, a glint of wicked perversion and hunger showing in his devilish smile.

While you have been warned of all kinds of demons in the past, mostly by the priests of the Church of the Equal Brother-Divines. From what you remembered, Imps were mostly known for their trickery rather than any raw aggressiveness. Still you are standing there without any weapons, but at least you are not naked like the Imp. "A male of a few words, I bet you are thinking that is intimidating." The lustful little demon watching, as you circled around the room looking for a weapon. "That's fine with me... I can already taste the Essence within you that I will take." Within less than a second, his wings unfold stirring against the sweat and anal sex scents in the air of the room. "I grow eager to feel your sweet flesh on my organ." The little demon explains with a filthy leer, that makes your skin crawl... and a wave of nausea raise from your stomach.

"Stay away from me." You shout circling around the room looking for a weapon, you see the staff of the Divine laying discard in one corner. The stout polished wooden shaft has a heavy iron circlet with a golden sun set into the middle of it. The would make for a fine weapon, even if it was a bit sacrilegious to use such a thing as a weapon. Leaping across the room you grab the staff, even as a black whip flicks out and strikes the back of your hand with a 'Crack'. "Ouch!" You scream in pain, almost dropping the staff as the nasty Imp laughs manically. The whip has cut the back of your hand lightly, fresh crimson blood oozes from the wound. Spinning you grip the staff glaring at him, as the Imp released a sparkling ball of fiery red light. The magic spell shot swiftly across the room, you try to dodge out of the way however it follows your movements. You realize that there is no escaping the magic, and so brace yourself for the hit. Strangely as the ball flies at you, the staff in your hands quivers. The ball striking the head of the staff, bursting in sparkles all around you without doing harm. The Imp shrieks in disappointment, jumping up and down as he watches. Even as you turn to face your demonic enemy, the sun symbol glittering in the lamp light. You notice that the Imp shudders and looks away from the reflected light, almost like it had some Divine power.

"That toy will not save you!" The Imp squeals, suddenly lunging to the left his whip lashing out at the flesh of your body. You dodge to the side, as the whip snaps loudly just beside your face. The fight take all your speed and strength, as you struggle to get within striking distance with your heavy weapon. The Imp screaming curses at you, flicking his whip at your body in the most sensitive places. While also tossing spells, some of which get by your guard. Each time those fiery balls of dirty red light strike you, a wave of lust and submissiveness wash over you like a blast of filth. You male organ almost instantly growing rock hard... within your thick woolen trousers. Luckily for you the Imp seemed to tire after awhile, his movements slowly down so you could get close enough to deliver some savage hits. Dropping the whip to the floor, the little demon was tossing spell rapidly with both hands now. It was clearly a tactic of desperation, you blocked as many with the staff as you were able. Yet still twice as many got through, each hit making you more aroused and eager for... Sapping your will... making you more and more submissive... eager to please the magic overpowering your mind rather than harming your body. However your heavy blows from the staff, are striking him harder and faster as you fight desperately.

The little Imp clutches his chest and falls to one knee, yet he snickers amidst the pain. He seems strangely satisfied, as he flashes you a evil grin. "Hehehe... I haven't felt the thrill of the fight in a long time..." He admits with a smirk, plainly he had easily over powered priest Bernard with his lust magic. A faint white mist rises from the ground around you both, you feel the energy of the Essence in the air, and it's electrifying. You can feel it coursing through your veins, making you strong and tougher. "Be proud of this victory, wolf killer... For next time we meet, all of your Essence will be mine." His short red legs shake, overburdened by the sheer act of standing up. The little Imp falls unceremoniously to the hard stone floor, his wings slowly laying flat beside him. As with a puff of foul smelling black smoke his body vanishes back to whatever hell it had been summoned from.