Corrupted Temple

Delivery Imps are the lowest of the low, weakest of the week, and so forth. Ranging from one to three feet in height, their sole purpose is to find an unsuspecting mortal, latch onto an orifice, and deliver as many loads of thick, hot paralytic aphrodisiac inside of them as possible. Then the imps signal for a Hellhound to come and collect their immobile prey by marking them with a specific scent that can only be smelled by demons.

Delivery Imps have been known to form swarms on occasion, becoming a nigh-unstoppable swarm of tiny bodies and throbbing members. These swarms rarely stay together for more than a short couple days, however, as the imps quickly begin to target each other once all of the viable prey in the area has been harvested. This commonly ends with a massive orgy, leaving countless Imps paralyzed and twitching, and easy to exterminate.

Subdual Imps are a single rung up the metaphorical ladder of demonic hierarchy, just barely above their cousins, Delivery Imps. Their purpose is finding anyone who’s either killed a Delivery Imp or ingested their juices but managed to escape, tracking them down with their incredibly powerful senses of smell and the specific scent marking that Delivery Imps spray onto people when they find them.

The bodies of Subdual Imps exude an incredibly strong musk, especially their ass, feet and cocks. The faintest whiff can send weaker-willed people into an obedient, trance-like state. If the victim fails to resist their musk, then they are, at least until it wears off, incredibly suggestible and malleable. Continued exposure to the substance will increase the duration and power of it’s effects, until the point where it becomes permanent, and the effected person fully devotes themself to serving the Imp that exposed them to their musk, and, in certain cases, any other Subdual Imp they come into contact with.

Subdual Imps, despite their limited intellect, seem to enjoy demeaning and ridiculing those under the effect of their musk. They normally bring the afflicted individuals back to the Temple to be used as a power source, but approximately 5% of them decide to keep their new toy to themselves.

The third and final type of Imp, Infiltrators possess the relatively rare ability to shapeshift. They’re also the smartest imps, using their relative cunning to disguise themselves as young Humans or Elves. They can change the color of their skin, disguise their horns, and alter their ears to fit in far better. They lack any powers aside from that, and commonly replace young, important figures if they’re taken from a town. Excellent mimicry abilities combined with their shapeshifting lets them all but perfectly recreate the person they’re replaced in both appearance and mannerisms. The only guaranteed way to find out an Infiltrator Imp from an actual person is by either attacking them and seeing whether or not they bleed green, or by testing the memories of whoever it is they’re pretending to be.

Also the only kind of naturally submissive Imp, Infiltrators will surrender themselves to any significantly stronger creature that either successfully discovers them, or defeats them in the bedroom. They are fiercely loyal under these circumstances, but are bratty and capricious creatures otherwise.