With a single nod, Imp streched his wings and leapt into the air, spiraling upward above Lecherous' crownlike set of horns. "You have made the correct choice here, Demon of Desecration! Fresh souls will be yours for the taking sooner than you have expected!" His high pitched and gravely voice howled into the night as he soared high above the clouds in search of fitting victims.
The scent of the lust for power reeked sweetly in Imp's nostrils. His spearlike tail whipped and twirled as he took off after his first meal of mortal flesh and blood.
"No lowly peasants for Imp, no. He is going to taste the flesh of princes and paladins this star filled night."