Imp's Dragon

Reflection

KillerIMPasta

Imp walked up to the wall of the pocket watch. He felt the watch move slightly, they had just finished with Cipris a few hours ago it had taken forever to get May to sleep, and he couldn't blame her. He placed his paw on the cool metal looking at the deep groves he had left each night counting the days until his freedom. The groves carved out of hate, greed, the longing for revenge. Revenge for what he did not know. He barely remembered anything about his past, his real past. The only thing he could remember about his life is his death, how fitting. The watch shifted again and sadness flowed threw Imp. He had known about Cyprus's death and hadn't warned her, It's not like she killed him. Imp grinded his teeth. It should have been him! Lowering his paw from the wall he began to try and calm himself. "She's just a pawn its not like she-" Imp cut himself off. Lifting his head he again looked at the claw marks, the ones made with greed. The ones made with hate. And the want, the want for revenge, the want for blood, the want. For. "Power." Then he realized something. Imp focused on his refection covered partly by the marks, and after a minute the image started to change. Imp gasped, What looked back at him was what he looked like before he was cursed, no it wasn't yes it looked the same for the most part. The bone mask that was ushley a wight ivory in the refection was now a black meatal, and its eyes a crimson red. They were filled with the want for power. Imp took a step back remembering the day he was put under this curse. Imp then took a step forward and put his paw on the metal near the top of the image extending his claws fully. There was a clink of his claws on the metal before he smiled. The smile was smart, sly and above all 100% Imp. "Sorry to disappoint" his voice rang out as he looked the image in the eye, "but I'll never be like you. I'm not in this for my personal gain. I'm me and this can never change that." The cat replied with a grin of its own. "Then what's the point of fighting the curse... If not for yourself." Imp felt a sudden urge for blood, for death, and he almost listened but at that moment the watch shifted reminding him of something else. Where was May in all this, what would happen to her if he became this monster. With that he spoke one more "if not for me" his voice no more then a whisper was now normal "then let it be for May." The image gave one last look of surprise before Imp raked his claws threw the image and the markings. Almost immediately he was left staring at himself again. He turned and started walking to the other side of the clock when another thawt crossed his mind. (Why only May?) He had so many reasons not to turn but he said May. (Wait am I in-) His steps faltered interrupting his thoughts. Imp layed down and again started thinking. (That's impossible reapers don't fall in love... But then again I'm not exactly a reaper am I.