IMP

Chapter 31: Okanlelogbon

"Li ku a ta mi a gri."

The Imp stood at the border of the village. His sticky legs and hands. His mouth dripping blood and his

eyes red like embers tamed by fierce furnace.

He had the head of a girl in his hand and took another bite. He chewed for a while and hurled the head

towards the direction of those who were scrambling and running for their lives.

The border was fallen and the women were screaming as each mother tried to lay a hand on her child

and take him or her to safety.

Few of the men were being alerted that the Imp had broken into the village and had made its self

known in public.

Men with torches in the broad daylight were beginning to run from the fort of the Monarch towards the

Imp.

They got to him and were hurling their torches at him but the monster was much more wiser than them.

It no longer was interested in the women and the children anymore. It was only interested in those NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

hurling torches at him.

Twas a very pleasant memory revived. All he could see in those men hurling the torches were the

Centaurs and Satyrs that had attacked him at his first arrival on earth.

He took few hops and boom he had knocked out two men. He held one up high for the remaining to

see then bit into the neck and sucked out his oesophagus.

He twisted the head for a while but discovered that he wasnt getting the pleasure of it. He dropped the

fellow in his hand and did a slight jump.

Down went one of his sticky legs on the head of the fellow. The head was squashed under the pressure

of the leg.

He kicked the body into the air and watched it hit few of the women running with babies in hands.

He was in search of a lady. Just a lady. And he would not stop until he found her.

He thought the men holding torches would learn from the fall of the squashed fellow but they wouldn't.

Each man would only delight in learning by his own experience. How tough that would be.

Quite a day was it for the Imp as it kept on killing and chewing and kicking every obstacles in his way.

He kept on it till he got to the front of the castle of the Monarch.

There were loads of humans there. Lots of men with torches in hand and some with spears and all

weapons they could lay their hands on.

The mothers and the children had been shooed into their homes.

The Imp stood growling. He was scanning through if the lady was anywhere close. He could even smell

her out if she had been amongst those he had met earlier.

His appetite for blood had waned out. It started out stronger at the beginning of things but at that

moment he was filled and was only going to pass his time till he would get what he wanted.

He looked at the houses which were quite close to the Monarch's Palace, there weren't many.

The Monarch's Palace seemed to be in the heart while the remaining houses were lined almost beside

it and scattered around it.

No one was by any means before it or in the same line with it.

The only thing which was before both the Monarch's Palace and the houses was a stretched field.

The field also had its portions. The women would sell at specific spot while the men could train after

another spot. While the last spot was for celebrations and festivals.

That day would had been a festivals of corpses but the Imp had a rethink.

He growled and sniffed. He took a step forward and the men trembled.

He knew what was going on in their mind. They probably thought he was scared. They were like other

creatures too. Always attacked him without a reason because of the way he looked.

He took another step and saw the way they quaked. He growled and snorted.

He heard a sound from behind him. He turned. Twas the long, thin and curvy friend of his.

Twas far closer to the end of the bank of the river. He could see through from where he was.

He turned his back at the people and began to hurry to catch up with the friend.

He wouldn't want to lose it again. He would come back for the lady.

"Better you flee, ugly."

He heard someone said from behind. He halted and turned to look at the fellow.

He had no idea what he had said but felt it wrong.

He ran towards the group of men with the weapons and many of them fled while others aimed at him.

He didn't stop until he laid his hands on the fellow who had spoken and pulled him out.

He turned immediately and hurried up to catch up with his friend.

Many other men tried to catch up with him, but even the weight of the fellow he was carrying couldn't

mock his speed.

He escaped with the fellow.