#imp reader

The sins were… mixed in theirs attendance

Satan was a rare appearance, and usually a brief one, his temper and interest was not upper class friendly enough for the parties to keep his interest, the dragon was getting better at it after Belphegor's therapy imp indication however, perhaps one day the wrath sin would learn to enjoy these parties

But today is not that day, he can bee seen giving a brief goodbye to the hostesses and walking purposefully out of the door, already tugging the tie lose, right behind him an imp flies happily out of the danger zone that is a party full of snakes

Beelzebub is rarely allowed to join Levi's parties, and when she is it usually doesn't end well, she was a lovely person but her way of parting was not compatible with the hostesses etiquette… at all, which tended to end in a public discussion of one of Leviathan's head and the wolf-bee chimera, so for today the queen of gluttony was not present, a shame, she is always a wonder to photograph, always full of energy

Asmodeus was not a rarity to see, more social and manageable than other sins, especially now with Fizzarollys participation, the worse kept secret of hell, their relationship, never spoken out loud but clear for anyone who has eyes to see, keeps the roster attending many social events for his little lovers sake

You take advantage of this fact and make sure to have both types of photographs, formal ones were they are apart and sometimes interacting in a more casual manner, as well as more hidden ones, ones were they clearly are more to each other, those were a treat to have, they could cost a fortune on shipping forums, but also would make good gifts for the jester

After all you were a comum freelance employee of Mammon, a photographer, cheap and quiet, however brief your interactions were you did make a short of friendship with the imp, the perks of respecting people's boundaries made you a safe heaven to the young celebrity, who would have guess

Belphegor and Lucifer haven't attended these events in… eons, that's what you've heard at least, and sadly you never met them, which means less work for you, but also less money, you wonder if one day you ever get to photograph one of these two the pictures would cost a fortune

Continue your job, you slide around the corners and stairs of the place, taking atmospheric pictures, interactions, and small moments that could never be captured with a previous warning of a lense. You enjoyed those most, the quiet mundanity of it all, and no social interaction, you had to save your energy for later, were the official photoshoots would start, there one by one the guests that remained would have a chance to properly pose for their official pictures

Then you took notice of a booming laughter, bearing the obnoxious, no were near you last saw him, Mammon, the sin of greed, the jester was formally dressed, as demanded by all of Leviathan's parties, surrounded by goetia and high class demons alike, he seemed to have left Fizzarolly to roam the place unsupervised, and was now being the social butterfly of the event

You snort and take a picture of him, the big smile with sharp teeth took the most of his face, black lips giving emphasis on his expression of mischievous joy, the joke must have been at someone's expense, his eyes though closed still shined the green through the smallest of space between his lashes

It was rare to take a picture of the king of greed without him being goofy of stock commercial possed, but you had a knack for those, you knew these photos you took wouldn't be commercially used, years of working for the sin teached you his usual image marketing strategy, but those were not for work, those were not even for selling to his massive fanclub, no, those were yours

You and Mammon were… a thing, well, you thought you two were a thing, and he never gave you reason to think otherwise, honestly you really though that was one time thing, but it seemed not, slowly, but constantly, the king of greed seeked, more like demanded, your company

And just as slow you too sought him out, and it was a pain the ass, the sin was selfish, extremely so, you did expected this, him being greed incarnated and all, but Satan's fat tittis, it was hard to always be ready to give but rarely, if ever, receive a flicker of attention back

You wished he too had joined the band of sins that started to mitigate their nature to keep a better social life before you were even born. For the average demon the nature of the sins was otherworldly, almost gods, you too though of them like that once, but now with you interacting so close with them you noticed how different and yet normal they all are

Defined by their sin, and yet, it is possible for them to grow around it, the best example being Asmodeus, you have heard from Mammon the old stories of the lust King, and in the start you doubted them, Asmodeus? The famous “consent is sexy” guy? Was not like that some centuries ago? Sure, whatever you say big hairy ball of a centipede

But then you started to notice expressions, reactions, of demons and mortals alike, as well as the king of lusts himself, and it all pointed to be the truth, Asmodeus wasn't always this courteous. This change of heart was recent, in sin years at least, and soon after you learned that most friendly sins were also like this

Gluttony and Greed were once thick as thieves, two sides of the same coin, until Beelzebub started to change as well, Satan is the most recent example, you wondered how it was the transition for the others, how hard it was to be defined by one personality trait that will always demand your full attention

You didn't expected Mammon of all sins would change anytime soon, if he ever does that's something for another someone to enjoy… but unholy Lucifer you wanted to, he can be nice, you have seen it first hand, he can be so much more, he is learning to be caring about you for fucks sakes

The day you turned out extremely sick to work, the bastard had the gown to pick you up like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders and just disappear from sight. When you woke up you were rolled into a cocoon of blankets inside a big ass room. The comical attempts of the greedy king trying to take care of you and being weirded out by your unexpressive humor still makes you giddy, and the soft clicks he made in sleep comforted you immensely

You wanted that, so badly, just for yourself, the excited giggles of mischief, the endless gossip and rambling of plans, the many, many, nights sleeping on his soft fur, the purrs, the pouts, fuck you really wanted to call him yours… but you can't own the king of greed can you? No, he owns you, it would be impossible for a lowly imp ever achieve that… but who said you can't want it, dream of it even, everyone needs an ambition to keep going and yours was this

With a final look at the frame you noticed that Mammon was looking directly at you… oh shit he noticed you slacking, with a apologetically grin you scramble to the side going back to your photoshoots, not noticing the sins eyes following, his expression blank, some could even say silently shocked in awe

To be a sin, is to constantly be aware of said trait effects on others, that's what made him an excellent salesman, greed is a want of more, but it always starts with a want, a want of something, anything, attention, money, home, stability, confort, all of it building more and more into an overflow of avarice

Mammon is constantly aware of others' greed as much as his own, he paints a web of connections to said want, hipotesis to why that person desires that specific thing and builds his persona accordingly. Levi's parties are a wonder of greed as much as envy, both feeding off of each other like leeches, a place to boast your own accomplishments while being pampered by less successful bitches that obviously want what you have but will never acquire it? Count him in baby that's his territory!

But funnily enough despite his status as sin, king, royal and too many other fucking titles, he never once has been the direct desire of someone's greed, people are greedy for his money, his status, his influence, people want to be him, to fuck him, to be fucked by him, all above, but never want him especificaly. People don't have enough taste to want him anyway, absolutely, that's the sole reason and nothing more… anyways

The prospect of people wanting to fuck him is amusing for the jester, he can see around him in the eyes of demons a subtle hue of purple, green and blue. His libido is low, putting aside that season of the year, so it's fucking hilarious to watch others make a fool of themselves to even try to get a reaction, even more funny is when he ignores it all togheter, the frustration in their eyes is a free entreteriment for the big guy

And then he feels a piercing gaze from above, sure every goetia and demon is looking at him but this gaze escificaly calls to a familiarity he has a hard time identifying immediately. So he looks ups, and… there you are… his little imp

A playfully smile graces his lips, aren't ya adorable working so diligently pass your clock, he can't wait to see all the gossip you've stored in that camera, he hopes you also captured disastrous moments for the tabloids lines, that gives him so much money

Thinking over how best to mess with you from down there he decides a simple call out would be enough embarrassment for you, if you weren't scrambling out off his sight right now means you are distracted in you thoughts, maybe it will be even funnier and you'll fall down and he can catch you, isn't that romantic of him

What are you even thinking anyways? You aren't usually this care-

Your eyes shine green…

Mortals have a saying, green of envy, it is not necessarily wrong, but demons know that green is for Greed, his green, his greed, you were being greedy. A part of the jester though he would see you being envious this night after all you both hardly interacted in the event, too formal and too public for even a small token of affection without drawing suspicions, and he was basking on the attention of everyone, so usually this ignites envy or better yet jealousy, what would you do if jealous he wondered the day before…

But never did he imagine you would feel greedy, he can feel it too, the sensation of the sin fueling him was different, because you were not greedy by proxy, but directly, you were feeding him straight to his damned soul. Your greedy desire was him, you wanted him, in every shape of form, and that sensation was surreal for Mammon, he couldn't breath, what did he do to make you feel that? What were you thinking that prompted that much want? How can he make you look at him like that again-

With a blink you were gone, and the king of greed was left there speechless, a shocking warmth making its way through his face, for once not from anger. He quickly slaps the nearby goetia and laughs once more, praising the mid attempt of a joke, more to ground himself than to please the bird, what the fuck was that…

❤️But apparently there was a circus in town and Blitzø wanted to take her. And that's where she saw you for the first time. Performing your show and doing it very well. It even made her laugh. You were cute and you made her smile.

💜She went back on her own later on to be able to talk to you. She didn't need her dad getting in the way. Loona loved getting to see your costumes as she spoke to you backstage.

❤️So that's how you two met. And she loved to hang out with you. You weren't always in town cause of circus travelling, but since this was the circus' main place, Loona got to see you often. She'd stop by all the time when she could swing it. Hanging out with you before or after a show.

💜Loona loved when you would practice your act in front of her. You loved making her laugh and smile too. Cause as edgy and distant as she acts, she's got a real warm heart in there. And you go to see it all the time.

❤️Loona would help you with your clothes and costumes. Getting you new ones, helping you with the sizing and fit of them, even bringing them to someone to be repaired. You could do it yourself, but you appreciated the help. And Loona loved getting to help out.

💜You reminded her a lot of her dad. In the way you were pretty loving, ridiculously silly, and you cared deeply. But she was better at being affectionate with you since you weren't her adopted dad that acts overprotective. You were a friend and eventually a partner. It felt so different cause of that.

❤️Loona is not a performer herself. She does not have anything that she would use for an act. But she enjoyed helping you practice and even standing in as the "audience participant" sometimes. You looked so alive when you performed, trying to make the crowd happy and laugh.

💜Loona would sometimes go to visit your shows in the Gluttony ring. It's where her friends lived so she loved to be able to swing a trip there by staying with them and then getting to come visit you.

❤️Loona would miss you a lot if you were gone for a while. Yeah, you guys got to text and all. But it wasn't the same as being able to go out and get drinks or lunch or whatever else you two wanted to do.

💜You always teased Loona about helping her develop her own clownsona and getting into clowning. You'd joke about doing her clown makeup and that you even had a special red nose for her. Honk honk.

❤️Loona didn't think any bit of it was serious until you snuck up behind her and held the red nose in front of her face. She couldn't be mad at you startling her. You looked like a goof with that silly face of yours. Always having an expressive face just like Blitzø did. Sticking your tongue out, making goofy faces, being silly, and often without realizing sometimes cause it was normal for you.

💜Still. Loona swore she wouldn't wear the red nose. But maybe she missed you a little bit and she still has the nose you had gotten her. So maybe she puts it on and takes a selfie with a very serious face and sent it to you. She looked hilarious. Even if it was embarrassing, she loved making you happy.

❤️You would pester her so often, in a silly and fun way. Bringing up the nose, somehow bringing it out of nowhere like magic, always having that big smile. You'd hold it up to her nose, though she'd stop you so fast if you tried to put it on.

💜She acted like she hated the nose, and while she didn't want to wear it, she always enjoyed the way you'd bring it up randomly. Popping in and showing it off, rolling it over to her, pulling it out like a magic trick, that big grin and the exaggerated facial expressions you'd make as you'd try to convince her, even once acting like a business person trying to get someone to invest. Pretending to be all official and stuff and laying out the pros and (lack of) cons to wearing the red nose. Even dramatically pleading and sighing and being all overdramatic as if it was life or death in a soap opera. It was like a fun game of back and forth for you two and Loona always found it so funny. Though it usually ended in denial until she finally sent that picture.

❤️Loona for sure hugs some of the clown stuff she has cause of you whenever you're not around. Maybe even holding it like a special plushie as she sleeps cause she's thinking of you. And maybe she keeps the red clown nose close to her. Cause it makes her remember how much you try to convince her to try it on.

💜Loona would so get into fights if someone was trying to make you miserable or harass you about your show. Some audience members just suck in any profession. Whether it's booing and heckling, trying to act like they're so cool by saying some bullshit, throwing stuff, whatever, some people are just jerks when going to shows, especially if they get drunk. Loona would be your own personal bodyguard sometimes. No one is gonna mess with the imp that she loves.

❤️If you ever needed encouragement about your act or felt down after dealing with a tough crowd, Loona would cheer you up for sure. Your act is good enough for her, you've made plenty of kids and adults laugh before. You're talented. A rough and shitty crowd doesn't show you how good you are.

💜Loona would begrudgingly introduce you to her dad. And she wouldn't admit it, but she liked seeing you two get on with telling jokes or being goofballs or even reliving your circus lives. And she was pretty happy to have Blitzø's approval. She doesn't care about it overall, but it is a relief when your parent approves of the person you love.

❤️Loona loved posting pics of you to her social media and taking selfies with you. And seeing her friends like the photos made her so happy. You made her so happy. And she liked showing off to her social circle that you were hers. This silly little imp from the circus. That was an overdramatic goofball that loved her unconditionally and saw her worth. You had a big heart just like her dad. And she couldn't help but be drawn to that. She so often didn't feel good enough with her life and her precious lack of friends. But you made her feel like a treasure. So she'd love to do anything for you.

💜Even if it meant wearing a silly red clown nose on her snout. Though she makes you swear never to show that picture to anyone. "It's too embarrassing," she says. But it's this cute and funny thing. Cause her goth self looks so funny with a bright red clown nose on her. Hey, at least you have blackmail of your girlfriend, right? (And maybe one day you'll be able to get her to wear other clown items. But hey, you're just glad she finally put on the nose after you had tried for so long.)

You glanced around the pub, checking on the targets for what felt like the millionth time.  When will they get moving?  Your employer had sent you on a rather vague mission, ordering you to scrounge “anything that seemed of value,” and to “keep an eye out for a band of four adult men and one little girl.”  Unspecified by your employer, there was another member- an adult woman, a pirate, so it would seem.  Apparently, if you could lose the little misfit band and find their ship, it would hold wonders of great value- credit wise.  A war modified Omicron class attack shuttle, with more war supplies inside- enough for four men and a child- would be a complete jackpot.  And, Maker, were you thankful.  Even if you didn’t get the direct riches, the reputation and rank would more than suffice.

Obviously, any jackpot is rather risky, and you were not looking forward to it.  That much was evident by the swaying and twitching of your tail.  But, hey, if you could do it well, there would be an abundance of awards.  But before anyone could make a grab for anything, you needed to make sure they were far away from the ship- which would be far easier if your employers had provided some help.  But, to be fair, since when was anyone's employer ever fair?

Finally, the group got up and left- the young girl happily skipping along, talking about heading to the market to buy an assortment of small trinkets.  Perfect.  You waited a few minutes until they were certainly gone before heading up to the bar, credits in hand.  “So…” you began, “That group- the one with the big guy, droid guy, skull tattoo, googles, the pirate, and a little girl- you know who I mean?”  The Twi’lek bartender nodded his head, lekku slightly bobbing.

“Fantastic, now, for some extra credits, would you be so kind as to point me in their ship’s direction, and perhaps access to the lot…?”  That was certainly the most inconvenient part about the job- the ships’ 'parking’ spaces had fields around them, and you needed the key to get in.  Keys that only the ship’s owner and the bartender had access to.  The Twi’lek raised an eyebrow- unfortunately for you, he seemed to have decent morals.  At least, decent enough to question a rather suspicious looking stranger asking for access to someone else’s ship.  You sighed, and began to explain- “I’m not going to do anything harmful, it’s just a simple grab and retreat- you can watch me through the security cams, or even come with me!  I’m a thief, not a killer, or any other bad things.  Just a thief.  Which is pretty ironic sounding, I know.”  You flashed a smile, trying to appear more honest and trustworthy.  Not that you were lying, anyway.

The Twi’lek scrunched his eyes in contemplation, slowly rubbing one of the dirty glasses.  You were leaning forward, eyes wide, tail swishing in excitement.  Finally, he sighed, before turning to grab the keys to the Marauder.  You quickly slid the credits over, flashing an incredibly toothy grin.  “Remember I am watching you.  If anything happens other than some petty thievery- you won’t be making it out of here in one piece,” he warned, accusingly glaring while pointing the not-at-all threatening cleaning rag at you.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt anyone!  Except for their pockets, I suppose- ha!”  The Twi’lek sighed before explaining the directions to get there, and how to work with the keys.  He shortly returned to his work, as you happily bounded out before remembering to be discreet.  You ducked and swerved, squeezed into tight spaces, hopped over a few fences, and other tasks that were annoying, sure, but not difficult in any way.  Finally, the docking lot came into view, the Marauder in the center, taking up all the glory.  Before stepping into the port, you looked around, pulling down scanner goggles, easily locating all the cameras.  You had said that the bartender could watch you, so scrambling the cameras for the long-run was a no-go.  But, perhaps, you could manage to short them out for only a minute or two, or scramble all of them except the camera over your target.  Keep the promise, and all.

You fished around in your pockets and pouches, seeing what trinkets could be of help.  There must be some sort of protection against scrambling devices, if you could just… “HA!  Yes, this will do,” you whisper-shouted triumphantly, holding up a little stick on device you had crafted yourself, many rotations ago, just in case of a situation like this.  You smiled triumphantly, perhaps feeling too much pride given the circumstances.  You waited for the cameras to drift away before jumping up onto the fence, using your tail to help balance, before jumping up the wall.  Thankfully, whoever designed the lot wanted it to be pretty, considering the intricate carvings swirling here and there.  Unfortunately for the designer, though, anyone with enough claws and skill could use the indents to scale their way up or across the compound- and you had plenty of both.

Carefully, you made your way across until there was a large horizontal pole with a label for the row.  Angling yourself, you quickly leaped and grabbed the pole, swinging before bringing up your legs and balancing on it, one hand wrapped around, the other holding the small device.  Squinting your eyes and focusing, your arm drew back, everything carefully placed.  Then, with a quick motion, you threw the device, which immediately stuck to the camera observing the Marauder.  Grinning, you fished out the scrambling devices, and its remote.  One by one, you tossed the scramblers across the compound, surrounding the perimeter.  As soon as your [shade] red finger touched the button, electricity sparks flew and the cameras slumped down, utterly defeated.  It was almost too easy, which never happened.  There was always some bizarre twist- employers never gave the full story.  You’ll worry about that later.

You wrapped your tail around the pole repeatedly, before lunging down, hands extended to catch your fall.  Quickly bounding back up, you looked around once more before sprinting to the ship.  Looking over your shoulder every five seconds, you inserted the key and twisted it, bringing the field down with a triumphant smile.  You quickly scraped off the plate covering the wires to open the ramp, claws leaving dents.  Well, that’s inconvenient- now they’ll know someone was here- if they’re smart, anyway.  A problem for tomorrow.  Or the next hour, or whenever they show up- especially if the bartender would rat out the plan.  Maybe you shouldn't have compromised with him, promising to let him keep some view on you, ready to give information to the owners of the ship.  Yeah, you would definitely need to get off of this planet soon, especially since your appearance was… unique, to say the least- but it did help that your striped horns were covered, but the long red tail certainly didn't help.

You began hot-wiring the ramp cords, pulling and plugging and making electric connections from one to another, until a satisfying hiss escaped and the ramp began unfolding.  The lights in the ship activated, making the ramp look like some blessed trip to paradise, war equipment and Maker knows what else, all ripe for the taking.  You bounded up the ramp, tail swishing back and forth rapidly in excitement.  Your hand twisted up to grab the large sack from your back, opening it up and getting ready to completely loot the place.

Running back and forth through the ship, you collected bombs, blasters, bits of armor, rations, and what appeared to be someone’s… arms and legs- or, at least, spares.  There was one pair of legs, with a spare foot, and two different arm types- one resembling an actual arm, and the other one seemed to possess a number of tools.  They all looked like they were a work in progress, someone making upgrades to it all, perhaps making  different aspects specific to certain goals or terrain.  You hesitated, arm hovering out.  I mean, it would be pretty cruel to take someone's legs and arms…but the employer would be thrilled…  Sighing, you took the arm with the tools, and left all the other artificial limbs.

You continued forward, picking up a spare set of goggles and a data-pad left on one of the top bunks.  On the other side, one of the bunks held several vibro-knives, which you quickly grabbed.  Those were valuable, and there were no guilty feelings involved- win win.  For you, anyway.  Certainly not the group you were stealing from.  The bag feeling was heavy in your hands, so you figured it was time to bail.  There was enough stuff in here to last you forever- or rather, your employer.  Shame you couldn't just drop out, that the employer would hunt you down and then some.

You tightly sealed the bag, and slung it over your back before walking out to the ramp.  Before stepping out completely, you looked, listened, and smelled for any sign of life, or even some sort of droid under their command.  Nothing was noteworthy, so you put one clawed foot in front of the other as you descended the ramp, quickly un-doing the hot-wiring from before.  It certainly wasn’t a clean job, but you should be able to get out of there before anyone comes back.  Hopefully.

You quickly retraced your steps, until you were far away from the docking lot, and far away from any possibility of the group tracking you.  Again, hopefully.  You carefully made your way to your designated escape escort, being sure to check if anyone suspicious, especially the group you’d just looted, was close behind.  Finally, the view of the transport ship was in sight, the escort waiting, rather impatiently, a scowl on her face as her foot bounced about a ‘hundred miles an hour.  “Sorry I’m late,” you huffed out, lugging the bag into the ship.  “They took forever and then some to leave, and the bartender had better morals than the average- had to plead my innocence- well, my ‘I won’t harm anyone, just their pockets,’ type innocence.”  All she did was grunt back, clearly disinterested.  “Okay, whatever…” you mumbled, sheepishly looking for a place to sit.  Clearly she didn’t care why someone was late, only that they were.  Which was rather annoying, it’s not like them taking forever was your fault.

You quickly settled down into the seat, pulling a latch over yourself as a form of comfort.  Giant hunks of metal soaring through the empty and cold vacuum that was space, in which you would immediately die if suscepted to with no gear, was not your ideal method of transportation.  The ship shook as the engine powered on, the vibration only increasing as it lost contact with the solid ground.  Your hands flew to the sides on the restraint bar, gripping them as hard as possible.

Soon enough, after the ship had left the atmosphere, things calmed down- no more shaking or weird creaking.  Just silence.  It was unclear if noise, or the lack of, was creepier.  Oh well.  You slowly unlatched the bar, figuring that if the ship were to explode in the middle of space, it wouldn't matter if you were strapped in or otherwise.  Carefully standing up, using the wall as support, you began a miniature exploration expedition.  A very miniature one, considering it was just the room you were in and one to the left, the only ones which you had been granted access to.  You were tired, and perhaps the other room had a bed.  Or at least some blankets you could toss together and call a nest.

You opened the door, entering the access code, and much to your complete disappointment- it was empty.  Utterly, completely, so-very, empty.  A deep sigh escaped your lips, shoulders slumping in sync.  So much for that 10-step trip.  You sharply turned around, tail swishing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

Unfortunately, before you could make it two steps away, a rough hand grabbed the nape of your neck, hauling you upwards and turning you back to face the assaulter.  A sharp cry escaped, and you pulled your legs and tail into each other, trying to become a small ball hanging involuntarily by the giant mass of a man.  A man, you realized with horror, who was part of the group you had just looted.  That was bad.  You sheepishly raised one hand to wave, smiling in the most last-ditch effort to save your red hide.  Before you could get any pleas out, he roughly tossed you, twisted his own body for extra momentum.  You landed, hard, against the metal wall, black blood trailing down your nose.  A rough cough came out, followed by a copious amount of saliva.  Your hand reached up to wipe it off, the other one underneath you to provide some balance as you were down on knees, tail curling in front- a feeble attempt to look menacing.

Looking around, you took in the four adult men- but the adult woman and little girl were nowhere to be seen.  Made sense, considering the attire between the group.  The four men were dressed in armor, like soldiers, whereas the other two had general attire with a few handy trinkets or weapons.  I guess these four do the more ‘beat-up-people’ focused work…

“Nice surprise, right?” said the one with a half-and-half black and white helmet, a red stripe going down the middle.  “Didn’t expect us to know about your little plan, did ya?”  Half-and-half approached, unsheathing a vibro-knife.  That wasn’t good.  You scrambled up, backing into the wall, a desperate and toothy smile plastered on your face, despite the watering in your eyes.  The one with the goggles backed off, presumably to grab the loot.  That was extra not good.  “Was it the Twi’lek bartender?  Did he rat me out?” you asked, voice cracking, still holding that desperate smile.  Before you died, you at least wanted to know what went wrong that led to this, your ultimate demise in a, truthfully, not all that long career of crime.

Half-and-half bent down, and lifted your head up by the horns, holding the blade to your neck.  Your heart rate spiked, chest rising and falling far faster than any chest ever should.  “Technically, we got to him first.  Told him to let you loot us.  Told this ship’s pilot to do what we say.  And after we land, you’ll be taking us directly to your employer.  Got it?” he loathed, voice all the more terrifying under the helmet.  Your yellow eyes, scrunched and watering, reflected perfectly back in his visor, making the entire situation all the more real and terrifying.  You shakily nodded, agreeing in full.  “Good,” he spoke firmly, pulling the blade away from your neck and twirling it back into its sheath.  He dropped your horns, and you slumped backwards, a shaky breath exuding.

Caesar’s emerald green eyes were locked on his cards. Joseph huffed quietly, shifting his gaze back to his own cards. It was then that Caesar’s gaze lifted up from his cards, looking past Joseph and over his shoulder, where a shadowy figure hovered, leaning over the brunette's broad shoulder. A pair of bright [Eye colour] orbs could be seen against the shadowy silhouette, slitted pupils that held a glow to them. 

The figure looked over at Caesar and brought their hands to their chest, between their outstretched index fingers, five playing cards appeared. Four of Spades, Six of Hearts, Queen of Spades, Three of Clubs and Two of Diamonds. Joseph’s hand was quite poor and Caesar grinned, pushing three chips towards the centre of the table and earning an annoyed look from Joseph. 

The cards were set down and Joseph groaned in annoyance when Caesar scooped up his winnings with a chuckle. The brunette stood up, pointing at him.  

“How the hell do you keep winning? I swear, Caesar, if you’re cheating-” Joseph was cut off when he went to sit back down only for the chair to be pulled from underneath him and Caesar erupted into laughter at that. The shadowy figure floated into the air, clutching her stomach as silent laughter escaped her. 

***

Despite what people said, Air Supplena Island was not as isolated as everyone believed. When Caesar wandered around the training area one night, unable to sleep, he noticed a figure in the shadows. A pair of bright [Eye colour] eyes with slitted pupils. He prepared for an attack only to discover that the owner of those strange eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Aside from in fairy tales he was told as a child. 

Pointed ears that stuck out from under her [Hair colour] locks, strange patterns decorating along her [Skin colour] skin that glowed softly like the moonlight.  Sharp teeth and nails. She was a very bizarre creature that Caesar first believed he was seeing things. The figure introduced herself as [Name]. An imp. It had taken some explaining from the female imp, who was actually the owner of Air Supplena Island, that she was not interested in causing them harm as long as they respected her island. 

Though, she soon became interested in Caesar and his Hamon abilities. Caesar, himself, was quite curious as to the existence of imps and their abilities, so the two formed a friendship of sorts. And oh did they both have a common love for mischief. Especially with Joseph, who was oblivious to the imp’s presence on the island, which they used to their advantage. 

Caesar recalled one time when he decided to mess with Joseph and told him that the island was apparently haunted by a ghost who had been killed by a brown haired man and is still seeking out for their killer to exact their revenge. Joseph brushed it off as nothing more than a stupid story of Caesar’s. Later that night, Caesar heard the fearful screams of Joseph who bolted out of his room, shouting something about a ghost in his room. 

Caesar has never let Joseph forget that. He knew from that moment on, he knew that he and [Name] were going to be amazing friends. 

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“[Name],” the female imp hummed in acknowledgement, her hands folded under her head as she floated around Caesar’s room; the blonde Italian laid on his bed. “Are you able to move away from the island?” he asked. She turned to look at him, confusion on her face. 

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Caesar only shrugged his shoulders. 

“Just curious.” he replied though that seemed to not satisfy her. Her body hovered over him, facing him fully as she narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for him to explain. “I was just thinking it would be nice for us to get away from Jojo for a day. Let him rest from all the jokes.” [Name] tosses the thought back and forth in her head before shrugging her shoulders a little,