Deimos looked at the others, sensing their power. They were all fairly powerful. Deimos wondered what they thought of him. At first glance he was weak. An imp of only a few hundred years. But he thought he could match each of the demons here.
It would probably be good to make some friends however. Every quest he'd been on somehow ended with people ganging up on him and the others not caring. He moved towards Kraton, "So, what's up?" He asked.
Edit: done. Wow, this post is wimpy. I'll have to make the next one ultra long.

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