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Flying above the rooftops and hills, she stopped to hover at the tree branches. Slowly, she lowered both you and herself, the foliage tickling and the leaves brushing against your skin. Your flesh stung from the cold, damp twigs as you descended through the canopy. Miranna dropped you onto the wet ground; the dense night forest being barely visible. Count Whiskers hissed, his yellow eyes the only thing you could see until your eyes adjusted … to an imp.
“Who pass there?” —his voice initially hoarse, then whining. “Human must not pass through forest. I make sure you do not!”
Shielding yourself, you tripped, slamming hard against the tree trunk. Taking form in the darkness, the imp scuttled at you, grasping a polearm with both hands. His helm was askew, and his chest plate battered and marked with dents. Then, he halted abruptly, squeaked, and began to retreat. Miranna soared above you, one hand resting on her side, the other ablaze with red fire to illuminate the scene.
“N-Nettle Harpy?” the imp said, his knuckles turning white with fear. “Forgive me, great General! I did not—“
“I’m no longer the Demon King’s General, imp”, she spoke, dragging her claw along the trunk, scorching a deep charred line inside. “I had betrayed the Demon King, and sided with the great hero. You can consider me your enemy now!”
The imp blinked. “G-great hero?” he asked, his speech faltering.
You scowled at her. “I -just- asked you not to do that.”
“Whoops” —she clapped a hand over her lips— “that’s too bad. Now he knows, -Niklos-. I guess you’ll have to kill him, or he’ll tell everyone.”
“K-kill me?” the imp squeaked, tightening his grip on the polearm, “No-no … Nettle Harpy, Great General. Please! Hero. Please!”
Sporting a wicked grin, the she-demon floated up to perch on a branch, eagerly watching you from afar.
> Offer to the imp to spare him if he accepts a ‘curse’ on him. Pretend to put a curse that if he ever mentions your existence, or your name, to anyone else, he’ll suffer a horrible fate, will become sick and die excruciatingly.
> Tell the imp that you’ll spare him if he leaves his weapon behind. Once he turns away from you and begins walking away, knock him out with the blunt side of the polearm. If you manage to know him out, then …?
> Approach the imp and whisper to him that you’ll help him avoid Miranna’s wrath if he fakes his death and pretends to die, and not to speak about you to anyone else. If he agrees, ‘kill’ him with a punch and choke-hold.
> Spit on the ground and tell Miranna that killing a measly imp is too easy.
> Tell the imp that you’re willing to spare him if he points you towards the nearest Demon King’s General. If he, by some miracle, knows, make sure to keep as far as possible from the place he points you towards. Do it quietly.
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