Shallow, alone, the imp scurries across the floor eating the scraps off the floor to sustain himself. Malnourished and afraid the imp keeps to himself, pleasuring his lustful desires like a ravage animal with no self control. Few things make this imp satisfied, forever hungry from his past the imp continues on to feed off the generosity and kindness of others for he has no other option but to. The Imp feels disgusted with himself for his actions but gotten numb to feeling of disgust. The Imp tries, but seems to fail, and fail, and fail to forget and move on; his soul is not ready to settle.
