The Imp stared forward at the Lord of Greed as his body was starting to bubble up and steam rose from his mouth and nostrils, while the Lord’s body had simply frozen up.

And while that was happening, the Imp hurried up and grabbed the bag that was laying on top of the pile next to that Lord. He hadn’t expected to find such a useful item this quickly, and hearing that the most dangerous things in here were the baby priestess, even if she wasn’t actuallly here, as well as the Lord himself from the Imp’s position, he didn’t seem to have much to worry about.

He wanted to test this small trick out, maybe injure the Lord somehow to make it freeze up and give him another chance to escape, but like this he had more than just that. He had a chance to kill this Demon.

But first, just in case, the Imp rushed around the room and picked up whatever seemed most useful to him personally. That included not only the different books, but also some of the coins and smaller trinkets that could be found here. Of course, the Lord of Greed wasn’t happy about that, but there was nothing it could do anymore.

It just had to sit there and slowly wither away. Although the Imp did want to try and help him out with that, and activated his Three of Swords, and it connected with his Dagger and probably also the Holy Energy streaming out of his hand, and the Imp simply pushed the blade slowly against the Demon’s forehead, trying to make it push deeper and deeper.

Soon, the Imp was met with a strong, solid surface inside of the Lord’s forehead, although it seemed like the Lord’s body was giving in, considering that the blade was slowly moving forward, as if slowly opening up.

And so, soon enough, a certain few notifications appeared in front of the Imp.

[Lethal Damage done to the Lord of Greed]

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled up!]

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[You leveled up!]

[You have 49 Unusued Stat Points]

[You have slain one of <The Devil>’s Experiments]

[<The Devil> doesn’t take kindly to this]

Immediately, the Imp felt dizziness come over him as he gained a mass of experience that he had never gotten before, and an uncomfortable feeling together with the last two notifications that appeared, speaking about ‘The Devil’.

The Imp didn’t know who this was, or what this was, but he at the very least was aware that this wasn’t a good thing.

Either way, for now, the Imp just had to leave again. This Demon behind him was now dead, so he could leave without any issues after stuffing the bag full with as much stuff as he could. It was pretty heavy, although still not as heavy as it would have been if he had carried all of this stuff by hand outside of this special bag.

At some point it seemed to be completely full, so the Imp pulled it shut by the strings at the top and slung it around his shoulder, before heading toward the door.

Of course, he also grabbed the white cloth that was still in the bowl, it would come in useful, after all. All of this just felt so off that the Imp had no clear explanation for it. They were so strong, but why was it so easy to kill this Lord of Greed? Why was it so easy to trick the Lord of Pride into fighting the Lord of Wrath, and why was the Lord of Envy so easily convinced where Rudy supposedly went?

Right now the Imp wasn’t sure if he was just smarter than he thought he was, or if these Lords were dumber than he thought they were, or maybe even both. Either way, this situation felt off, and the Imp couldn’t explain it.

But in the end, there was no reason to complain, because this only helped the Imp out more. Although, just when the Imp stepped onto the stairs, he noticed that something else was going on. The tower was slowly starting to crumble down in the center of the large room, as if it wasn’t able to exist without the Lord being alive.

Immediately, the Imp started running, because his instincts told him that he wasn’t going to have a good time if he didn’t hurry the fuck up, and just as he thought, a few of the steps he was placing his feet onto instantly broke down the moment he touched them.

He was able to react quickly most of the time, although he did fall sometimes. It drained a little of his health each time, although never enough to actually be life-threatening. And then, at the bottom of the stairs, the Imp was bruised all over, the freshly-closed wound on his chest and the wound on his hand where his finger once was had opened up again, while the Imp’s cloak nearly completely ripped up.

But it didn’t matter, he had to keep going. For some reason, it seemed like this area around him here was breaking down as well. These streets that were under the control of the Lord of Greed were now slowly crumbling, just because the Imp killed it. But he was fine with that, really. He didn’t care if such a horrid being died, he made the mistake of making that shadow steal his children, so it wasn’t the Imp’s fault that he had to die.

But exactly that thought reminded the Imp of something else. When the Lord of Wrath was reprimanding the Gatekeeper for bringing the Imp to him, he had said ‘Shadows’. More than one. With a bad feeling in his stomach, the Imp continued on forward, just rushing ahead as quickly as he could and even put some of his available Stat points into Agility to speed his body up some, just because he wanted to get back to the children as fast as he could. The others he split up between Intelligence, Wisdom, and Perception.

And so, the Imp just started booking it toward the last castle, the one belonging to the Lord of Lust. And the moment that he entered into the area seemingly belonging to that Lord, the whole vibe just changed. Demons were out on the street, intertwining their bodies together tightly with each other, oftentimes with a lot of different people at once.

The Imp really didn’t understand the reason behind this, although he recognized some of these Demons to be similar to the ‘Succubus’ that he saw and killed before.

But that didn’t matter to the Imp, in the end. A few of the different Demons tried to stop the Imp as he was rushing through, grasping his body in different, uncomfortable places, but he just continued on forward no matter what happened.

And then, just when the Imp could see the stairs leading up to the top of the Tower-Like castle, he heard something very different at the same time.

Through all of the pleasured moans and sounds of giggling and laughter, the Imp could hear the voice of someone crying.

And it was a voice that he recognized pretty well, to be exact. It was Arc, and if he was crying somehow, it must mean that something horrid happened to him. So of course immediately, the Imp turned his body and rushed through the alley, before he saw a large man standing in front of him, holding the young boy by the shoulders while numerous Demons were gathering around them.

They were holding Arc in ways that the Imp saw all throughout this area of town, and their heads were in places that the Imp didn’t imagine anyone wanting their heads to be. Bust most importantly, in the mass of Demons, the completely unclothed Arc seemed to practically be swallowed down into the mass of deep red, demonic flesh.

Then, for just a single moment, the Imp and Arc locked eyes, and the young Demon couldn’t fight against the movement of his body anymore. A single urge overcame him, that was caused by all of these Demons around him that he had seen until now.

Slowly, the Imp took off his tattered cloak, his pants, and his shoes, placing his bags to the side together with this apparel, so that he was only left standing there with the cloth around his arm and a little bit of cloth around his hips to cover his nether regions up.

And so, the Imp slowly approached the group of huddled-up Demons, constantly just staring at the little bit of Arc’s skin as he could see, and then… held his palm forward toward the figure that the Imp only imagined to be the Lord, judging from the other Lords the Imp has seen until now.

“Huh? What, you get turned on by my face, huh?” The Lord asked with a grin and slowly leaned forward, “You know what? Sure. With such a great new toy, I’m in a good mood.” With a slight whistle, the Lord placed his cheek against the Imp’s cloth-covered palm, before the young Demon himself just glared at him and all at once activated the three different kinds of Magic Stones that were now hidden underneath the cloth.

Fire Magic Stones, Wind Magic Stones, and Holy Energy Magic Stones. The Imp wasn’t sure if it would work, but it seemed like Holy Energy was something that easily stuck to other things, judging from the cloth around his hand, so he thought ‘Why not other Magic?’.

And immediately as he activated these three different elements, an explosion shot forward against the Lord’s face that immediately ripped through his flesh, causing his jaw and most of the rest of his face to be completely obliterated.

Of course, the other Demons behind him weren’t left unscathed either, and the Imp was soon surrounded by numerous notifications telling him about the Damage he did to them, and how he even killed a few ‘Lesser Succubi’ and ‘Lesser Incubi’, although those were the only ones that this attack immediately killed.

The cloth around the Imp’s hand was ripped off immediately as well, and the few pieces that were still left on it slowly fell off when the Imp grasped his palm in pain.

But the pain in his hand didn’t matter anymore, and the Imp grabbed some of the cloth that fell down and bundled more of the Fire, Wind and Holy Energy Magic Stones together inside of it, before grabbing onto one of the Lord’s wounds to pull himself up on it, and then stuffed the bundle of cloth right into the shocked Lord’s throat.

He wasn’t able to move due to the Holy Energy, of course, so this wasn’t a hard thing to do, really.. But no matter how easy it ended up being, the Imp wasn’t able to hold back the joy he felt when he stared deep into the Lord’s horrified eyes, and pushed his mana into the bundle of cloth inside of the Lord’s throat.