The imp, its expression a mix of apprehension and frustration, locked eyes with Zach, who was now under the influence of the spirit of the seven hells. The imp's frown deepened as it mustered the courage to challenge the malevolent force that had taken control of Zach's body.
"Release him! This isn't the fate he deserves!" the imp demanded, its voice trembling but determined.
In response, a chilling, otherworldly voice echoed through the air, resonating with an eerie presence. "Ah, you, such impertinence in your tone. Is this how you greet an old companion?"
The spirit of the seven hells materialized before the imp, its form obscured by shadows, revealing only a pair of haunting, crimson eyes. The imp, though accustomed to the supernatural, couldn't help but feel a chill crawling up its spine.
