Deimos' head swam. He awoke in a small cavern. Wait. That couldn't be right. He wasn't in a cavern. He was outside testing his... spell...
Right. Memories flooded back to him. He looked around. He sensed he wasn't really here. That this wasn't reality... This must be a dream. He must have blacked out!
Deimos tried to walk to the wall of the small cavern to examine it, but he realized he couldn't move. He struggled and jerked but he just couldn't use any muscles! Suddenly dark energy gathered. As Deimos watched the darkness swirled and formed a familiar shape.
Kinar.
Deimos mind jumped. He knew what was happening. A vengeance spell. Kinar probably didn't even mean to, but he did. Deimos had poked Kinar with a trident! Surely that wasn't enough to grant a vengeance spell! There was no way Kinar could have learned to do a vengeance spell by himself. And Deimos knew that Kinar had no official training, just raw power. If he had created a vengeance spell subconsciously he could very well be the most powerful demon ever!
Suddenly a whip of light appeared out of nowhere and lashed at him.
Deimos desperately tried to get out of the way, but he couldn't move an inch. The powerful beam of light made contact and Deimos silently screamed in agony as he hurtled across the cave and hit the wall. He fell to the ground like a rag doll. As Deimos smarted and tried to recover, the whip struck again. And again. And again. Very little was known about vengeance spells, depending on the caster, it could go on for seconds, minutes, hours, or even days. Taking little or no time in the real world. Based on Kinar's power seen so far, Deimos guessed it would be at least a week. Deimos sobbed. He found he could move again. But it didn't matter. There was no dodging the infernal whip, and each time stole a little more of his energy. As the whip raised once more Deimos painfully tried to limp away. The whip struck with a loud crack. Deimos once more pounded the sharp edged walls. The imp crawled away weakly. It struck once more.
Deimos lost track of time after a while. Just pain. Pain that multiplied into a symphony of agony. Deimos wailed. This kind of agony was reserved for damned souls, not arrogant imps. As time went on. And on. And on, finally the shadow/Kinar moved towards Deimos and the whip stopped.
The shadow spoke, "I am an entity created by the spell. I have been summoned and can be summoned again. I bring only one act of mercy. I give a warning. If you make my master angry, I shall come forth once more. Now I fade, but I shall exist once more to torment your soul when he calls me.."
Deimos managed to nod as the walls shimmered, and the cursed whip faded into nothingness.
Suddenly Deimos found himself lying on the ground of the surface. He felt himself. He was uninjured. He breathed a sigh of relief as he picked himself up. As Kinar walked into camp, Deimos tried to slink away. He had no wish to continue the horror of what had happened. He shuddered and started to scamper away from him, trying to keep fear from his face.

OOC:
Whew, sorry it took so long!

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