Victory

Looking the wooden sword over as you stand, you ignore the imp. You focus on your surroundings and stance. The walls are lined with weapons of war: axes, spears and swords. After several deep and focused breaths and you manage to regain prosperous thought. In an effort to ignore the hellish creature's taunts you steel your mind and focus on the next couple of moments. Planning them out carefully, buying time you start to speak.

"I am to be a paladin of the Sacred Rose. If I cannot defeat the lowest demon in the hells, then I am not worthy. Long have I trained, short this fight will be."

As your soft words fill the room, you wield the wooden sword in solely in your left hand. Steadily watching the demon, you take a step back.

"I might have the lowest rank, bitch. But you still just fuck hole for me." The imps temper flares a bit and he starts shuffling forward quicker. Your typical smirk crosses your face, and you again take another step back. Raising the wooden sword up in front of you the imp launches himself at you. Using the sword as a guide you **** him to your right while stepping left.

That is when you see it. The moment you were waiting for, the imp to use his tail to sting you. With split seconds that feel like hours, sweat beads drip down your forehead as you grasp at his tail. It is considerably faster than you thought as it strikes the gown near your thigh. It pierces straight through the gown yet misses you with the narrowest of margins. Grabbing the tail as it gets tangled within the fabric, you pull it free and hold it in front of you.

"You fire haired bitch! Let go." The imp starts to shriek. Feeling a sudden relief you start to laugh as you **** grip his tail, squeezing it with all your might. "The goddess favours me today." You state with a grunt as you step and swing the imp over head slamming his small body into the floor hard enough to crack bones. Hearing bones shatter you place your foot on the imps withering dick and hold him still.

Still holding the imps tail you drop the wooden sword. With a grin that curls from ear to ear you reach beside you to a weapon rack and pull from it a hand axe. "Let go! Let go! Let go!" The imp struggles to pull his tail from your grip. Holding the imps tail out stretched on the floor you bring the axe up and cut the stinger off.

"You bitch! Me no longer fuck you! Me kill you." The imp screaming now. You look at him with a cold stare and with a calm voice. "Oh, I am not done yet." Finally letting go of his tail you reach over and place your knee on his throat. "This cock you value so much, will not be accompanying you into the after life." You stretch his member out placing more pressure on his neck as he struggles harder to get away.

"Please! Mercy!" You merciful paladin! Have Mercy please." he starts to wimper and beg. "My goddess isn't one of mercy, she is one of righteous fury." Speaking softly as the axe comes down with a thwack hitting the cold stone, separating his genitals from his body.

Picking the imp up as you stand, His demonic blood flowing freely from his severed limbs, The imp starts to laugh. "Think won have you? Hundreds of demons here to fuck you. You will make a fine sow. Perfect breeding stock." Weary of the imps tireless mouth you toss him across the room leaving him to bleed out.

Dismissing the demons words at first you begin walking to the door. "I need to tell the war mother of this." Pausing to ponder for a moment you look around. "More demons? Surely not."