Consider it

Placing a finger against your cheek you ponder for a moment over the imps words before reaching up to rub the back of your head. Wincing slightly you find a small cut, dried blood and matted hair. Pulling your hand away. "Did I trip?" Looking around the room you can't recall why you were in here.

Opening the door with the narrowest crack you get pelted with she strongest smell of brimstone and sulfur. Covering your mouth you manage to stifle a brief gasp. "By the heavens." You utter in the softest of whispers. You watch cautiously as you see a demon stroll down the hall way.

Its flesh is smooth like an amphibian and a red-black color. It stands more than waist high and has the lean body of a spring wolf. Its head is a single tapering cone of mottled flesh with a snout that droops and then lifts as the beast blurts a discordant parody of an elephant's trumpet.

Shutting the door you look around the room. Walking around the room you extinguish a majority of the candles in the room. Picking up a short sword you strap it to your waist. Grabbing a spear and a helmet you set up by the door. "Goddess see fit to let this work."

Cracking the door half way you launch the leather helmet at the beast. It lands inches away from him with a loud clanking. Listening from behind the door, holding your breath wondering if the demon canine will take the bait. Patiently watching his shadow's silhouette on the floor, he is nearing the door cautiously.

The creatures snout probes past the door bending around it to look straight at you. As the nose starts to withdraw you see the shadow ready to leap forward. With a sharp exhale you slam the door on the beast mid jump, and it lets out a demonic howl. Pinning the beast in the doorway for a moment.

Bringing your spear down it plunges between the beasts shoulder blades. In the same moment you stab the creature, his tongue grabs your ankle and pulls you off balance. Still holding the spear as you fall twisting the shaft and hitting bone it drags the daemon down to its side. The pain causing the tongue to let go of you. Pulling the short sword free, you scramble and bring it down on the canines neck in several rapid cuts. Its jet black orbs stare lifelessly at you.

Covered in blood you stop. Your body is on fire, it stings like bug bites. Then you notice it, everywhere the blood touches your skin it stings, even the blood in your gown causes your skin to burn as it brushes against you. Shuffling back away from the demon's now still body. Removing your gown, you use the few clean parts of it to wipe your skin off before discarding it.

Standing there naked and sweating heavily. The mixture of sweat and blood stinging your eyes. Rubbing them lightly you notice how aggravated you are becoming. "Goddess, What in the heavens is going on?" Looking around the now silent room, you hear grunting and snorting coming from way down the hallway. "Damn it."