The demoness was still sulking over getting beaten by
children, of all things. Apparently they hadn't been conditioned enough to hate and fear Einsor's creations. And alright, she had made several successful contracts after that, but that loss still stung.
That was why she was out in the volcanoes, where hardly any other creature dared to tread. She was in her natural form for once, the heat not harming her demonic body at all. However, that was when she picked up the feeling of despair. If she had ears in this form, they would have pricked up. She quickly gathered herself up, hissing out for one of her Imps.
"You called, mistress?" Imp 2 appeared almost immediately, in his normal size, before landing in front of her and bowing.
"Yes!" she hissed. "I need you to make me into a form that can naturally be found here! And something unthreatening as well! And make yourself tiny!" He nodded, shrinking down until he was barely the size of her pupil, before landing among her hair.
A few minutes later, a small Sleepyheart came walking towards the grieving Lucain.
"Hello!" she called in a pleasant voice. "What are you doing here?"
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