A lone, mischievous imp scampers across the glass!

You gaze impatiently at the seeing stone before you until a small clearing comes into view. The torches within gleam unusually brightly, bathing the entire area in a soft yellow glow, in contrast to the dull grey that characterises most of the labyrinth's major arteries. At first you do not notice anything else, eyes flickering from one corner of the room to another, but then a purple speck zooms past in mid-air, verily dancing as its tiny wings flap incessantly to keep it upright. An imp! Why would you have put such an unworthy foe in your dungeon of horrors? He barely stands a foot and a half tall! Bah, he was undoubtedly one of your first specimens, from many years ago. Far too insignificant to abduct later on, and not worth the effort to summon either.

And yet...as you watch the imp flutter about, you cannot help but feel a hint of respect for the stunted creature. His short humanoid body offers little of the natural protection afforded to many of the creatures in these depths, and his leathery wings do no propel him any faster than you could run, yet in spite of all that he appears unharmed. In the labyrinth, where nameless beasts prowl the halls in search of sustenance, it is more than can be said for many.

You regard the stubby demon with a new, appreciative eye. If it can sense your attention, it appears unconcerned, and continues its carefree flight across the alcove. Layered muscle ripples under deep red skin as the demon works to keep itself airborne, a thin tail whipping behind methodically to maintain a semblance of balance and control. The imp's trajectory is, however, complicated by the disproportionately large, almost human-like phallus dangling betwixt its legs, which sways heavily as the creature moves, weighing it down. You almost laugh aloud. How did the little bastard get down here? You definitely don't remember acquiring this one.

The sudden merriment convinces you to move towards the seeing stone, in spite of the imps's obvious unworthiness. An imposing physique is not everything, after all, as you have already found out to your cost. Possessing this little critter poses a different, arguably more intriguing challenge. Guile and trickery shall this time be your tools. You glance one final time at the puny thing as a spell forms naturally on your lips. Your eyes narrow in on the tail laconically gliding across the clearing, and you notice a series of needle-like barbs covering the end. They glisten unnervingly in the scattered light. The imp stops abruptly in mid-flight, its pupils expanding rapidly, and you are transported suddenly into his conscious.

It's a surprisingly painful experience as your self-awareness collapses inwards, packing itself tightly into this new, limited body. For several moments you feel uncomfortably confined, even claustrophobic. After a time, however, your mind adjusts and you feel a surge of energy pass through you. In spite of their size, imps are actually quite spirited! You flutter your wings instinctively and hover some feet off the ground, listening intently. You turn you head to one side and stare into the distance, beady eyes straining to look southwards - one of the girls was surely no more than a short way from your position. You dart off into a nearby crevice to conceal yourself, hearing the first footsteps approach. Your tail shivers with expectation behind you as the barbs retract slowly, pushing out to their full length. They're not the only thing growing in anticipation as you wait to make your move.