#(calling the slayer a tin can is quite an interesting insult these imps could come up with in particular)

[fiendsofcrimsondunes-a]

“Ow!” A pained groan could be heard from behind a rock formation. There an Imp laid on the ground, with an arm obviously dislocated. Nexas and his friends had a skirmish with another pack of Imps on their hunt, and boy, was he not in a good shape. This Imp in particular lacked natural, chitinous plating unlike the rest of what formed the Imp Quartet, but at least he had tough, brown skin covering his being, and a few white bony spikes jutting from his body. His eyes were both burning red, with pupils not being clear thanks to their infernal glow.

“Nexas, will you quit being a baby? We’re not humans nor any other bags of meat out there! Show some endurance, won’tcha?” Another Imp reprimanded him. This was Andhas, leader of the admittedly small pack, if one could even call it. He had a mix of orange and purple on his being, and also had spikes jutting out from some parts of his body.

“Hello, Andhas? My arm feels like it’s about to pop off!” Nexas retorted against his friend’s remark. “And you’re our leader; Would it kill you if you’d show some support?”

“He’s not wrong.” Another voice responded. Vakal, the Imp leaning his back onto the rocky structure was quite the odd one out among the four-- He belonged to a variant where he lacked spikes protruding from his body, and he had ten eyes in place of just two with most other Imps-- Two larger ones which are used for normal vision, and the other, smaller eight eyes for heat vision. Due to the nature of his being, he, like Nexas and another member of the quartet, could wear some apparel more easily, as displayed by a simple steel, shoulder plate with a small banner to his right, the emblem of his House etched onto it. “We have an Imp down after all. I wouldn’t say what you said to Nexas if I were you.”

Tending to Nexas was the only female Imp of the group, Xyrsara. She had a shorter stature than her partners in crime, and her obsidian body and navy accenting, followed by two spikes protruding behind her shoulders betrayed the features of a Nightmare Imp. Imp variants like hers are rare these days because of an incident that took place a long time ago, when the Doom Slayer was but a simple mortal. She could turn translucent if needed be to the point anyone without keen, focused eyes would think a Specter was messing around with them, and even without her Prowler cousins’ teleportation ability, purple fires she hurls would be more volatile and dishes out greater punishments than that of her own kin.

“It would be a pain if you would have to respawn in the Mother Demon chamber back in the fortress. Consider yourself blessed that you have us.” She spoke as she repositioned Nexas’ dislocated arm in one swift move.

“AGH!” Nexas yelled in pain as his arm felt pressure from Xyrsara’s action. “That hurt like--” Nexas noticed that he could move his left arm now without experiencing much discomfort. “...Oh. Thanks, ‘Sara.”

“I’m just doing my job, Nexas. Don’t sweat it.” Xyrsara had a toothy grin, satisfied with being able to help the other Imp. “That said though...”

“Hell isn’t doing so well with invasion at the moment.” The Nightmare Imp spoke with concern in her voice. “Heard that a certain mean and green armored man came back, and he’s decimating a LOT of demons on campaigns for other realms.”

“Wanna bet that the tin can will eventually come to this desert and cause more damage than it’s been already done to?” Asked Vakal.

“No thanks.” A riposte from Andhas. “You guys know how he takes the likes of us out pretty easily.”

“Fair.” Nexas chimed in. He looked around for a moment. “Let’s jet. I’m sure there are some Rogues who want us be sent packing just because we pissed off a few Imps among them.”

“Back to the fortress then?” Xyrsara titled her head.

“Yep.” Andhas nodded.

It was time to head back. It had been a hectic day for the four imps, only because they wanted to hunt for food around these parts for themselves to eat later. They definitely got some Trites for a treat later when they return to the fortress though-- It was better than nothing.

#Somewhere in Hell... (Drabbles) #Ensemble of Mischief (Imp Quartet) #Fourth Age Blues (Doom 2016/Eternal) #(calling the slayer a tin can is quite an interesting insult these imps could come up with in particular) #(i have a friend on discord who i had a private rp with to thank for that) #(long post is long)