The imp rested his hands on his lower back and leaned forwards to inspect her face critically. His slightly crooked nose almost touched the tip of her perfectly straight one and made her nostrils re slightly in surprise at his sudden closeness. As she took a breath she caught a lung full of the smoke he was exhaling and nearly choked.


    “So, I’m guessin’ you’re the light at the end ‘o the tunnel. I was hoping for Vegas but a house full ‘o scantily d broads is almost as good. Where is this?” He straightened up and looked about the ce for something he might recognise.


    “The Defiled Temple, home of the servants of Lagria.” Was the response that eventually poured from between her luscious lips.


    “Lagria!? That fat old bitch? Ha!” The imp grinned with amusement.


    “What is that?” Malika’s curiosity as to what the hell he had in his mouth finally got the better of her.


    “This? Ya never seen a cigar before honey?” Taking the cigar from between his lips, he offered her a drag after breathing out some more dark smoke.


    Malika wrinkled her nose and shook her head at him.


    “Suit yerself.” The imp shrugged it’s scrawny shoulders. “So let’s see, the cult ‘o Lagria. Usin’ magic so it’s not the middle realm an’ it’s not Earth. I’m guessin’ I’vended in Arolius?” The imp rested his hands on his hips and looked back at her for confirmation.


    She nodded dumbly, Arolius was the name of the world. Where else could there be?


    “Right and you bein’ a whore of ‘ol Lagria means you summoned me up to help you sow chaos, destruction, panic, fear an’ all that junk?” The imp crossed his bony arms once more as he regarded her.


    “Well I…” When he put it like that the new sorceress wasn’t quite so sure. Attaining demonic power was something she wanted only to keep the rest of the sisters from hassling her. Her dreams were not of carnage and mayhem but of reading old tomes and perhaps spending more time with Shanti in her private quarters.


    “I ain’t got all week heredy.” The imp growled impatiently.


    “I don’t want to hurt people anymore.” Malika mumbled under her breath, everything she was raised to believe told her such words were sacrilege.


    “Well then what do ya want toots?”


    “I want to be left alone, maybe go outside and see the world. I don’t want to be scared anymore.” As she spoke her words grew a little louder and more defiant.


    “Alright! Well we gotta draw up ourselves a contract don’t we? Name’s Pugward by the way.” Pugward seemed to search himself for a pen and some paper then realised he only had his tattered pants on and snapped his fingers.


    At the sound of the loud click a lengthy scroll of parchment appeared from nowhere bearing fine lettering written in shiny ck ink.


    “But you’re free of the circle! Aren’t you going to go back to the pit? I read demons longed to return home and we only kept them here by our will.” Malika sat up for the first time, her immense breasts bouncing slightly in the open air as she did so.


    Pugward lowered his gaze to the impressive hooters and licked his thin lips.


    “Geez, yeah, can’t think why I’d wanna stay around here with you instead of diving back into all that fire and screaming. I’m offerin’ here, you takin’ or do you wanna fend for yerself once the bitchiness appreciation society gets back?” Sarcasm wreathed every word as he looked over the contract to make sure everything was in there.


    “I…” She seemed about to protest once more but then looked back to thoserge closed doors before standing up and walking over to where he stood. She took the parchment out of his wed hand and looked it over.


    “This says that I am to belong to you?” She looked down to him, her beautiful face turning a shade pink.


    “No, it don’t. Read the next bit.” He took the stub of the cigar from his mouth and flicked it across the room. It burst into a small spurt of green me where itnded and vanishedpletely.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Oh!” The sorceress’ hand lifted to ce her palm over her heart in surprise as her eyes looked over the text. “I-I didn’t think that you would…”


    “What? I’m betting all the other saps the bitch brigade summoned up get to fuck their owners right?” He was growing impatient again.


    “Yes but…”


    “I swear to fuckin’ Satan if the next thing thates out of your yap is a quip about my height I’m gonna tear this buildin’ down around us.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Clearly he was a little sensitive about his height.


    “I just meant that…” She began to apologise.


    The imp growled and jumped up to snatch the contract from her hand and read it out to her.


    “I, Malika (hereafter referred to as party A) hereby pledge my body to Pugward (hereafter referred to as party B). In so far as all sexual activity of said body is to be deigned by party B. If party A should refuse party B the contract will be severed. Party B shall not…” The imp stopped and frowned, his narrow face making an ugly expression. Well, an uglier expression. “Look basically it says I get to fuck you exclusively any way, any time I want and you get me as your thrall. I’ll crush, kill ‘n destroy all you want. Other stuff like giving you a whole tonne o’ gold an’ my unholy mojo are fine too. If you refuse me at any point or if I refuse to do your bidding then the contract is broken an’ we go our separate ways. I take a part of your soul as coteral and you take a part of my power. That means if I do anythin’ to get ya killed then I get destroyed and vice versa. Capiche?” He handed her back the contract along with a feather quill pen he’d summoned out of the ether.