There was no rest for the wicked, or so the saying went.  Certainly, little Kulzu the Imp was not resting at all when the giant fireball made its explosive entrance into the world in the middle of the night in Arromouth.  Fooling around with beakers and burners of various foul-smelling liquids, she was instead wiling away the midnight hours in the practice of a trade that was very near and dear to her cold, black heart.<br/><br/>Here in Arromouth, the Imp hadn't found herself with very much to do.  Ilona, her Erinyes mistress, was frequently busy going around and performing minor tasks in exchange for suitable rewards, but in terms of actually corrupting the souls of the townspeople, they hadn't made much headway.  About the only decisive victory they'd had in that area was convincing the local whores to unionize, and even the resulting increase in hedonism only went so far.  This left little Kulzu without much to do, and as a result, the bored Imp had spent most of her time engaged in poisoncraft, milking herself for her natural poisons and distilling them down into usable doses.<br/><br/>Even that was beginning to lose its luster without having anybody to sell to, however, and truth be told, she was beginning to yearn for the day when she would be asked to send all these mortal souls around them on their way to the Nine Hells, so that they could finally move on from this dull, boring place.  She knew just how she was going to do it, too.  Just add a little of the right poison into the water supply, and then pick off whoever survived that with her own special skills...<br/><br/><em>&lt;Kulzu, I'm leaving to investigate the explosion.&gt;</em><br/><br/><Ah, of course, Mistress.>  Snapped out of her little reverie by Ilona's telepathic voice, she began packing away her beakers and flasks.  Lacking innate telepathy of her own, the Imp could respond when spoken to, but not send out any telepathic signals of her own.  <I'll come with you, then.  You may have need of me.><br/><br/>It took only a few moments to turn invisible and follow along after the Erinyes, and only minutes from there for the two of them to get to the crater where the Celestial had landed and where she was currently conversing with some Fey creature of some sort.<br/><br/>Kulzu wasted no time in shifting her shape, taking on the form of a tiny little Celestial herself in case the one down in the crater had the ability to see through invisibility as the Erinyes did.  Moving over to where her Mistress stood, she perched on the Erinyes' shoulder, and whispered a question into her ear.<br/><br/><em>"So, how are we going to handle this?  Attack now, or something more devious?"</em>Her Mistress would be able to respond to the question telepathically, of course, which would allow her to outline whatever her plans were to the Imp without alerting the two below of anything.