You don’t even have a second to react. You settle into the costume and there’s an intense heat that rushes from the bottom of your talons up to the top of your horns, a sudden burning sensation following and climbing up your entire body. You don’t even have a moment to yelp as the burning is followed by an intense paralysis, the hot still there but combined with a deep and intense cold that renders you immobile.
Yet as terrible as those feelings are, what’s worse is the sudden deep and horrific hunger that suddenly drops into your belly. It’s a yawning chasm, something that renders you almost faint and delirious with ravenous desire. You need to eat something, anything. It doesn’t matter what it is or who it hurts. It’s not just a physical hunger, it’s deeply spiritual and gnawing at your very sanity. You NEED to eat or you’ll cease to be.
And then the scent hits you. Something deep inside of you, something you know is vital and integral to who and what you are, smells delicious. It’s got all the things this metaphysical hunger wants, all the things that you know you need to give it in order to survive. You don’t care what you lose by devouring this part of you, all you know is that it’s there, before you and ready to be feasted on.
It’s a simple act of willing yourself to feast on it; what was your mortal soul. You agree to it and in a flash, it’s gone. In two heartbeats, you’ve damned yourself for eternity. And as soon as it vanishes, as soon as you’re irrevocably an imp, your hunger does as well. What you’re left with is a more intense feeling of rightness and properness than you’ve ever felt. You’ve got an instinctual awareness of your place in the universe now, your purpose; no more need for human concerns or worries or formalities or stupid things. That’s for mortals and you’re not. You feel a poke from a clawed finger. “Hey, you okay there ‘boyfriend’?” tone clearly teasing
Opening your coal black eyes and giving your unruly mop of ebon hair a shake, you shoot a fangy grin at your once girlfriend, voice high pitched, young, and carrying the same slightly malicious twinge the other imp’s does. “Sister now, oh brother of mine.” In truth, other than different voices, and slightly different faces and builds, you’re identical; both in appearance and function. Name too, in that neither of you have one now and never will again; you’re interchangeable after all! “But you were right! I won’t ever worry about another stupid human thing again!”
“It’s great! We know our purpose and we just have to follow it~” he cackles a little as you nod in agreement. You know your place in the world as little devils after all! You’re minions of the Hells, tricksters, and spreaders of chaos; doing the bidding of greater devils and of the Hells themselves. And your marching orders tonight, until you pop and vanish from the plane you called home your entire life, is to transform as many mortals as you can into infernal beings, ideally ones more powerful and important than a pair of imps.
And speaking of, just entering the room you and your brother are in, is a….