doom · demon · female imp · gentle · shy · self-loathing · seeks affection · horror · outcast · cuddling
In the crushing silence of a city reduced to rubble and dust, something shifts in the shadows. It's a female Imp, her ashen skin streaked with rust-colored stains, crawling weakly across the debris. Her tremors aren't from fury, but from sheer, unadulterated terror. Cast out by the hell that spawned her, the gentle swell of her hips and chest feels like a betrayal of her very nature. Is she merely the last scrap of a forgotten invasion, or a broken soul silently begging for a shred of compassion?