The seventh helos is where this story begins. The rocky plains of the seventh are plagued by the chaos energy leaking through the cracks that cover this land. From which a frail, skinny arm would claw out. A small imp crawls out of the cracks to be met by the emptiness of the seventh.

The imp began to walk, although it would stumble in would get up and continue to walk aimlessly. Nothing in sight no matter where it would look. Its steps became more frequent, more confident as it grew familiar with its legs. Its vision would suddenly darken and it would fall face-first into the ground. Its legs and feet would fail to function as he vigorously commanded and screeched at its legs. occasionally gnawing on them,  to make the feeling of pain go away the imp thought to bite its own feet. As its body became more and more exhausted the pain and growling of its stomach would increase. Much to the imp's dismay.

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Eventually, the imp would hear cracking and snapping sounds behind a huge boulder. It had seen many of these boulders but had shown no interest in them, but since this one made sounds the imp was interested. Now on all four limbs, it desperately crawled behind the boulder. Hellhounds devouring something that smelled delicious to the imp behind the boulder. The imp wanted to approach the source of the scent but instinctively knew that something bad would happen if the hellhound found it. The imp would hide from the hellhound until it left. Unfortunately, the hound would instead sleep beside its food. Every part of the imp did not like being near the hell hound. Crawling to the carcass next to the sleeping spellbound, the imp began to eat away at the carcass.