The imp sniffs indignantly.
ĒMy digits are quite opposable, thank you very much. And I am a demon. Iím not from one of those filthy Lower Circles. We denizens of Limbo have better things to do than twirl mustaches and corrupt children.
Now, if you want me to play soul surgeon, I need payment. Itís in the rules. I would accept a catered dinner with a drink for me. And my two brothers. Since I doubt Iíll find any books here and paying with souls is so distasteful.Ē he says, offended at being compared to his mildly more evil cousins but doing nothing to help his image.