An imp is a mythological being similar to a fairy or demon, frequently described in folklore and superstition. The word may perhaps derive from the term ympe, used to denote a young grafted tree.
Originating from Germanic folklore, the imp was a small lesser demon. It should also be noted that demons in Germanic legends were not necessarily always evil. Imps were often mischievous rather than evil or harmful, and in some regions they were portrayed as attendants of the gods.
Imps are often shown as small and not very attractive creatures. Their behavior is described as being wild and uncontrollable, much the same as fairies, and in some cultures they were considered the same beings, both sharing the same sense of free spirit and enjoyment of all things fun. It was later in history that people began to associate fairies with being good and imps with being malicious and evil. However, both creatures were fond of pranks and misleading people. Most of the time, the pranks were harmless fun, but some could be upsetting and harmful, such as switching babies or leading travellers astray in places with which they were not familiar. Though imps are often thought of as being immortal, many cultures believed that they could be damaged or harmed by certain weapons and enchantments, or be kept out of people's homes by the use of wards.
Like shorts, but better.
A man is suffering from a terrible malady. Surrounded by witchcraft, religion, and primitive medicine, will he be able to exorcise his demons.
Plot
A shmo makes a deal with the devil so he can become a great Pop star just to impress his dream girl. After he makes the deal, a catholic priest hangs around him to try and convince him that he screwed up and he needs to get his soul back or he'll be damned for eternity. Well, everything goes bad for the shmo and he wants his soul back. But, the devil's lacky doesn't want to give it back. So the priest and the devil's lackey go at it mano y mano. John Woo style!!
Keywords: catholic, deal-with-the-devil, devil, occult, pop-star, possession, priest, soul, supernatural
See It With Someone You Trust.
TRIP .... into a nightmare of EVIL!
Plot
The terrible and trecherous Pendragon plans to gain the throne of Cornwall by getting the king to abdicate and to marry his lovely daughter. To help him he has his dreadful witches in his castle and his almost unstoppable sorcery. A giant under his control abducts the princess, but on the way home with her the giant meets farming lad Jack who slays him. This is only the beginning. Be assured Pendragon and his evil magic are far from done.
Keywords: anchor, based-on-novel, betrayal, book, bottle, broken-mirror, castle, chained-to-wall, character-name-in-title, crushed-hand
A pretty princess. An evil sorcerer. A hero for the ages.
Now...the fable of the ages is here for all to see!
Pendragon: If you take one step towards me, horns will sprout from your head. A second step and you will develop cloven hooves and walk on all fours. A third step and the transformation will be complete - you will have become a black ram. So, you see...::Diablotin: Your sword can be an antidote to growing a cashmere coat. Hold it 'fore you as you go, hilt above and point below.
[first lines]::Narrator: The legend of Jack the Giant Killer was born over a thousand years ago in Cornwall, England near Land's End. There was a time when the Kingdom of Cornwall lived in fear and trembling of the Black Prince Pendragon - master of witches, giants and hobgoblins - who ravaged the land. But at long last Herla the Wizard drove Pendragon and his witches from the kingdom and exiled them beyond the reaches of the known world. Here on a misty isle, uncharted and unknown, Pendragon schemed and waited for the day when he could return to power in Cornwall. Then, after many years, the day came.
Pendragon: A pity to shatter your innocent dreams, Princess Elaine, but the throne of Cornwall is to be mine and only you can give it to me.
Chancellor: It's been years since the giants were banished. Why have they returned?
Garna: Leaving so soon, Princess? Why, your journey has just begun!
[Jack has just killed the giant]::Princess Elaine: You've done it! You've killed the giant!::Jack: It was nothing. I kill a giant every morning before breakfast. Starts my day right.
Pendragon: I scheme a thousand nights, put the princess in your very hands and you, imbecile, idiot, allow a mere farmer, a mere mortal to defy me!::Garna: We have failed, master, we have failed.::Pendragon: But only for a moment. I shall have the princess and the farmer shall die. By all the powers of darkness, he shall die!
[Jack is swarmed by well-wishers after being rewarded with a knighthood]::Princess Elaine: It's so hot in here. Would you mind escorting me to the terrace?::Jack: Thank you for rescuing me.::Princess Elaine: You saved my life, remember?
Herald: Hail to Sir Jack! Jack the Giant Killer!::The Crowd: Hail to Sir Jack! Hail to Sir Jack!::Princess Elaine: I think my rescuer has acquired a new name.::[Jack studies the huge medal King Mark gave to him]::Jack: I seem to have acquired more than a new name. It is a great honor. I hope I can be worthy of it.::Princess Elaine: That's my father's way of saying thank you. This is mine.::[Princess Elaine kisses Jack]::Jack: I shall immediately go out and find another giant to slay.::Princess Elaine: Before breakfast?
Sailor in Crow's Nest: Captain, look aloft! Witches! Witches!
i've got enough shit to put me down
i don't need to see the sun again
let the warmth seep into my veins
i've got all night to let my body cool down
you don't get anything from me
you don't mean anything to me
you can't see anything i see
i know two that see the beauty in me
if i believed a word you said
i'd wear a body around my neck
i've been lied to more than once
when i die we'll both be dead
you are being left out you are nothing
and everybody else has something that you want
you are still all alone you are unloved
and everybody else just wants to lie to you
i am still alive you will never beat me
and every single day i will tear you out
i feel your work in me you will never beat me
your claws leave marks in me
but i can make the sounds that make you go away
A corrupt dance
Copulating merriment
Upon foul divinity
Know ye a scar most black
To the bone
Cantankerous to your pumping
Wishing heart
Excretory incense cleanse filth with filth by way of ill
Imp a tiresome devil
Devil sometime an imp
Cackling scout to undesire
Trident brand strident pulses in a crackling fire
Ritual licking and kissing soot of hearth
The trolls eye a glowing coal
Dies when rapture ruptures from the witches gut