This choice: ...move up the food chain. • Go Back...Chapter #6A Moth No More by: Bucket   The imp-moth turned to face the spider, which had come tantalizingly close, and seemed to be contemplating how to close the final gap between them. The imp giggled to himself as he considered the many fun ways out of this situation, and finally with an air of preemptive smugness and self-satisfaction, he put his devious little plan into motion.
He began to melt.
The moth dissolved quickly, hissing and bubbling quietly, slumping into a lumpy vile-looking black sludge on the window sill. The spider remained motionless, believing itself unseen, as the puddle oozed forwards until it was right in-front of the oblivious arachnid. Two tendrils of the inky slime made their way around behind the spider, until it was encircled. Then suddenly, without warning, the black sludge rushed in on all sides simultaneously, completely coating the window sill beneath the spider. The stupid creature experienced a split second of instinctive panic before a pair of jaws emerged from the sludge around it, snapping shut with a satisfying crunch.
The jaws remained poking vertically out of the window sill surrounded by the vile black goo, chewing noisily in a circular motion. The single spider leg poking out from between the dozens of jagged little fangs twitched pathetically. With a greedy slurp, the spider was no more. Two boney little hands emerged on either side of the jaws, and the imp began to 'climb out' of his black puddle, which decreased in size as more and more of him emerged.
The imp was now in his natural form, a scraggly black malicious-looking creature, no larger than a monkey. His eyes were the dominating feature of his face, dark pools with a mischievous glint, disproportionately large compared to the rest of his head. At the peak of his forehead two nubby little horns emerged, a physical reminder of his diminutive status in demon society, and low standing in the Court of Hell. His mouth was wide and thin-lipped, full of vicious tiny pointed teeth, like those of a piranha. They were evenly-spaced and had a light silvery gleam to them, similar to the short but sharp claws on his hands and feet. His leathery bat-like wings were roughly the same height as his body, but were only capable of short fluttering flights outside the realms of Hell. The wings were separated by a pronounced bumpy spine which ran down his back, terminating in a restless pointed tail.
The imp took a moment to pick the spiders leg out from between his teeth, looking at it briefly before casually tossing it into his mouth. There was no soul in a spider and so no power to be gained from it. It lacked the intelligence to be bargained with, cheated or tricked, and so was poor sport for the imp's roguish nature. They also possess very little in the way of meat on them, but do have the unfortunate natural trait of being delicious to the demon palette.
Satisfied with his snack, the imp now...
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