Imp chose to ignore the incoming volley of Lecherous' flurry, taking multiple slashes to his newly transformed body. The damage would have been devastating if not for the effect of Aura of Flame level 3 continuing to heal the shapeshifting Hell creature.
Imp's reply was instantainious and surprisingly accurate. The Hellfire-fueled haymaker landed squarely in Lecherous fearsome jaws as ash, smoke and cinder rolled forth as it always did.
The great defiler staggered back several steps from the impact, but the fire element of Imp's attack immidiately healed his lossened teeth and rattled jaw.

Lecherous once again rested his claws upon the scorched earth at his hooves, resuming his stance which resembled laying his arms on the rests of a great throne.
"It seems we have reached a stalemate, if you have displayed the extent of your talents." The monolithic demon towered over the insubordinate Imp even from a distance of several yards. In his relaxed stance, Lecherous exhaled slowly as ash, smoke and cinder rolled from his jaws as it always did.
-Lecherous deactivates Aura of Flame completely.

"Rather than blunder aimlessly among the mortal world, you may consider finding purpose. I am the great defiler, Lecherous. I have utterly crushed civilizations and tasted the flesh of all imagineable forms of life. Your existance now, here is merely an inconvenience. You could be a force of humiliation, a bringer of shame, a -tormentor- of living souls."
Lecherous lifted his claws from the smoldering earth at his hooves and ran them along the length of his formidable horns.
"You may join in the devistation and terror I bring down upon the lowly, miserable beings of this planet." The great demon tapped the peircings of twisted golden loops mounted in the base of his horns, "These peircings mark the lives of demons far stronger than you which I have devoured. Give up your struggle and I may be willing to strike a deal."
As an ancient demon, Lecherous values traditional ways of barganing just as any true demon would. His terrible grin exposed interlocking rows of terrible, slashing fangs as ash, smoke and cinder rolled from his jaws as it always did.