。 it's been a {ℓσηg уєαя} 。

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Lane was relieved when Blaire finally brought him his book. He nestled in the bed and opened it to the odd, new writing, running his fingers over the letters. He furrowed his brows, reading it.

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All over the page, obviously with one of the pens Lane had been using, were wild handwritten notes that were as randomly printed as they were cryptic. They said things like "he wanted her" or "he loved her" and even ones like "he craved her." Who was this he? And who was this her? Obviously whomever HE was, he was infatuated with this HER. And then there were other notes. "They hated her!" And "he shamed them!" The strangest of all seemed to be "They hide her."

Aside from the strange, cryptic messages strewn about the page, whoever wrote this also drew on the picture of the Succubi. The original picture was still there, but now an extremely elaborate pentagram was scribbled over it while being encased in a circle. Next to it was a note that read "He brought her" and then Under that it said "she brought us." The original picture of the Succubi seemed to almost watch Lane from within her inky pentagram, the smirk she was depicted with almost taunting.

What... Was this?!

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Lane gave a very undignified snort of anger and looked around, "Who's doing this?!"

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Just as he said that, there seemed to be a small a differing noise from somewhere in his room. It sounded like a rodent of some sort. But how could a rodent possibly make it into the Everheart mansion? This place was constantly monitored and set with the paste at and greatest traps to prevent such a thing. From the noise, it sounded like it came from behind something

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Lane wrinkled his nose and set the book aside. He hopped off his bed and listened closely, following the sound of tiny scratching.

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The scrabbling noise kept moving until finally it was located behind the wardrobe in Lane's room. Obviously Lane had cornered it, or it was done being chased, whatever it was. It sounded like it was in the wardrobe though....

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The boy opened the wardrobe doors and peeked inside, hoping it wasn't a rat.

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Instead of a rat, two big yellow eyes looking out from behind a skull stared up at him. It... Whatever the hell it was- was very tiny, looking like it would still be shy of Lane's knee if they stood next to each other. It had a ting black body with a thick-ish tail and three finger/claws. It's hands were white and it had two toes on each foot. It wore some crazy looking skull that belonged to no member of the animal kindly eom Lane had ever seen before.

When Lane opened the door, the little creature gave out a startled yip and began to try burrowing further into the wardrobe, moving through the large quantity of clothing and throwing some articles out in its hurry

www.deviantart.com/art/Imp-429757069 ))

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"Ah!!" Lane yelled and jumped back, tripping over his feet and landing on his butt, "What the hell?!"

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The little creature eventually disappeared in the many fabrics of clothes, silent and still for a bit, before a tiny claw hesitantly poked out from two folds of clothes and lifted the fabric to reveal the tiny glowing eye. "T-Tallsy?" It squeaked. It's voice was slightly higher pitched, but not in the annoying sense. In fact, if the voice didn't come from such a... Frightening creature, one could almost describe it as cute.

And whatever this thing was, it seemed startled and afraid of Lane. He could see the tiny claw holding up the clothes to see was trembling, and not from the weight of Lane's clothes

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Lane, feeling better at not being attacked right away, hesitantly crawled to his knees, "Hello?" he peered into the wardrobe, bright blue eyes narrowed, "What are you?"

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The creature hesitated before replying to lane's question, shrinking away a little when he drew near . "I-Imp. I is a Imp." It said. When Lane made no attempts to Drew nearer, it's trembling hand steadied a little and it came a bit closer behind the fabric, revealing a bit of its skull mask again as it did, the big yellow eye looking over Lane before meeting his eyes again

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"An..Inkling?" He sounded confused, hesitant, "Wherebdod you come from?"

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Sorry, meant to type imp, but my autocorrect strangely turned it into inkling o-O))

The Imp hesitantly poked its head out, staring at Lane with both of its glowing yellow eyes. "Her! Came from Mistress!" The Imp chirped. Oddly enough, the bottom part of his skull mask that had the teeth seemed to curve up, as if smiling. It was like his mouth in a way.

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(XD)

"Mistress?" Lane tilted his head, "Who is that?"

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"Mistress!" The Imp said, popping fully out of the wardrobe, pulling a few clothes with him to the floor as he creature landed lightly and walked over to Lane's bed. When the creature walked, it almost bounced with each step. It really was rather cute, in a weird, hell spawn in your bedroom kind of way.

The imp jumped and grabbed the ledge of Lane's bed, scrambling up onto it before grabbing the open book and holding it up so Lane could see the written on pages. One white claw pointed to the picture of the succubus in the middle of the Pentagram. "Mistress!"

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Lane hopped up and followed the strange little creature, "Her? But that's just a..a myth."

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The little critter blinked up at him before reaching a claw out and tugging on Lane's sleeve. "See? I no myth. Neither is Mistress!" The imp chirped, setting the book down and doing that weird smile again. "You open book! Now know Mistress! Can free her!" The little one said happily, clapping his tiny claws together

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"Free her?" Lane repeated, sounding unsure, "You want me to..summon her? A Succubus?"

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"She here! She here!" Bad Humys trapped her!!" The Imp sad, his mask turning into a sad frown as the creature sniffed. Was it... Crying? "Now Zaxx can't find Mistress! Mistress all gone!" He whimpered, picking up part of the blanket of Lane's bed and rolling himself up in it until all the could be seem was his head poking out from