Gimp's folks coexisted peacefully with the rest of the fae creatures in the enchanting fae forests. Regrettably, their harmonious existence was abruptly disrupted. The once vibrant forest transformed into a dark abyss, unleashing its wrath upon unsuspecting individuals and villages. Gimp, on the other hand, was considered the village fool, an outcast among his own kind due to his sluggish progress in mastering magic. He lacked any knowledge of magic then, making it challenging for him to forge friendships or show loyalty to those who mocked, scorned, and expelled him from their communities.

Gimp's life was tough. He had no friends and no family to rely on. He roamed the forests by himself, searching for shelter, food, and affection. He found refuge quickly, hiding in hollow logs under towering trees with broad leaves. Food was a challenge, but he survived on berries and mushrooms, distinguishing between the safe and toxic ones. Yet, love and compassion eluded him, leaving him feeling completely isolated.

As Gimp shared his tale, he mentioned that he used to look completely different before transforming into Sin Kin. Gimp resembled Asukem in many ways but belonged to a different race. In the past, Gimp had ears that were pointed; his eyes were large, comprehensive, and seemed to bulge out of their sockets. Feathers sprouted from his head, forming a mohawk-like appearance extending down his back and backside, resembling a feathery tail akin to a bird's. Instead of dragon wings, Gimp had dragonfly wings, and his feet were hooves. Surprisingly, he had normal fingernails instead of claws, and his nose was pointed. Gimp's skin had a blue tone and was adorned with freckles scattered across his body.

Gimp found himself in the village once again, facing the usual mistreatment from the locals. Upon hearing a child cry out for their mother, Gimp rushed to offer assistance, asking, "Hey, what's the matter, are you lost?" However, his attention was diverted when he noticed the child's mother turning hostile. Gimp quickly picked up the child and moved away from the mother, but not before getting scratched on the legs. He took the child to a nearby villager and handed them over. Unfortunately, the villager lashed out at Gimp, blaming him for the altercation and demanding answers, "Why did she attack you? What did you do to her and her child, Gimp!"

Gimp exclaimed, "I swear I'm innocent! Stop accusing me!" Suddenly, the villagers screamed and pointed behind Gimp, "What's that?" Gimp turned around to see the dark forest and vegetation advancing towards them. He shouted, "We need to get out of here; run for your lives!"

The entire village was thrown into chaos, with everyone frantically fleeing. Out of nowhere, Gimp was struck by a sudden headache. Collapsing to his knees, he clutched his head and ears tightly, his grip growing tighter with each wave of pain. Amidst his agony, he cried out, "Run, run for your lives!" Gimp's screams echoed through the village as he underwent a transformation into Sin kin. The villagers, terrified by this unprecedented event, found themselves more afraid of Gimp than the mysterious forest they had continuously resided in.

Gimp's complexion appeared to darken as his blue skin shifted to a purplish-red hue and pulsed like a heartbeat. Suddenly, the shadows enveloped his wings, altering them into dragon-like wings. Gimp let out a scream as the shadows fused his wings together, turning them into leather. His feathers began to shed as if he were shedding his skin. Although it wasn't painful, it felt like someone was plucking each feather out, causing him to gasp and cry. Spiral horns emerged slowly from his head while small spines and spikes protruded from his skin, intensifying his torment. As the transformation neared completion, his entire skeleton morphed, causing Gimp to collapse to the ground and writhe in agony.

A hooded figure loomed over Gimp, sporting blades on his wrists, a beaked mask concealing his face, and a significant halo artifact floating behind him. Gimp uttered his name with a sense of permanence, revealing it to be Cu'sarak. Just hearing his name as he recounted his past sent shivers of hatred down his spine. Despite this, he pressed on...

Cu'sarak approached Gimp with a slow and eerie stride. He peered down at him, tilting his head, and spoke sinisterly, "Oh, pitiful little pixie Fae, see what you've done? You've scared them all away. Sadly, they'll suffer the same fate as you." Gimp shook his head weakly, gazing up at Cu'sarak, and asked, "What do you mean, like me?" Cu'sarak tossed a collar that mysteriously latched onto Gimp's neck and menacingly leaned closer, declaring, "My slave!"

Gimp, terrified, shouted, "No, I am not your slave! I am my own person!" Gimp desperately tried to break free from the collar but received a painful shock. The shock made Gimp scream in agony. Cu'sarak chuckled and taunted, "Go ahead and struggle little one. You belong to me now." Cu'sarak forcefully dragged Gimp through the woods while Gimp resisted and screamed, making it difficult for Cu'sarak. Eventually, they reached a clearing in the forest. Cu'sarak threw Gimp in front of him and declared, "It's time to meet your new master." He tossed a gray box that opened a portal. The portal emitted purple flames, green lightning, and a swirling fog that covered the ground. Fearfully, Gimp peered into the portal and saw red eyes staring back at him. He screamed, terrified, and retreated but calmed down when a girl emerged from the portal.

The girl's feet were hoofs, but her legs and thighs were human. Chains and jewelry adorned her legs, while her arms matched her legs with chains and jewelry. She wore a sinister black outfit and had sharp nails, bat wings, horns on her head, and vampire fangs. Her long black hair complemented her white skin; she even had a scorpion's tail. Gimp felt a strange urge he had never experienced before - a deep desire to be with her constantly, his lust consuming him. This girl was Evealeana, the Great Horror of Lust and Torture.

Gimp's eyes widened in amazement, and unknowingly, he exclaimed, "Oh my, she's stunning." Eveleana leaned forward with a seductive expression on her face and delicately tilted his chin. With a sweet and alluring voice, she responded, "Why, thank you, little one." Cu'sarak approached Evealeana and quietly murmured, "He's been causing trouble ever since I caught him." Evealeana glanced at Cu'sarak, then redirected her attention back to Gimp.

Evealeana inquired with a hint of mystery, "Oh, have you been a naughty boy?" Gimp, mesmerized by her allure, begged, "I'll be good, please don't go." Evealeana chuckled playfully, causing Gimp's heart to flutter, "Don't be silly, my dear. Keep being mischievous. That's how I like my men." Gimp swallowed nervously, sweat beading on his forehead. She then leaned in closer, her seductive scent enveloping him. "Could you do me a favor? I promise to make it worth your while," she teased, raising her eyebrows, further captivating Gimp. Lost in her charm, Gimp replied, "I'd do anything for you."

Evealeana flashes a grin, sending Gimp into a frenzy as she playfully utters, "I require your assistance. Can you gather your comrades for me, my mischievous troublemaker?" Gimp attempted to resist, but his head involuntarily nodded, and he reluctantly blurted out, "Sure!" Gimp couldn't fathom what he had just agreed to, but it was then that he finally recollected the torment they had inflicted upon him once more. Without any control, he muttered, "They deserve it."

Gimp, under the influence of love and demonic seduction, guided the two evil beings through each village. Unaware of his actions, he eventually discovered a spell - entrapment. With this spell, he ensnared his own people. Despite his remorse, he couldn't shake the overpowering sensation that they deserved their fate.

Suddenly, his collar malfunctioned and snapped off, jolting him out of Evealeana's mind control. He awoke but, to his horror, found himself in a nightmare. Surveying the area, he witnessed the devastation inflicted upon his people - beaten, broken, and lifeless. Memories of his actions flooded his mind, and he realized he was finally free. He tore off the collar with a heavy heart and gazed sorrowfully at the ground. Unable to bear the sight of his people's suffering and the pain he had caused, he had no choice but to flee. Taking flight, he attempted to escape, but Cu'sarak spotted him and informed Evealeana. Her response was cold and dismissive, "Let him go. The damage is irreparable. He means nothing to me now." As Gimp flew away, tears streamed down his face, his heart shattered not from lost love but from the overwhelming feeling of being a coward and a traitor.

In time Gimp was captured again by 4 Sin Kin that served Evealeana as commanders. That is when he told Asukem he had already killed one in Kimbra. he told Asukem their names and what exactly they looked like. These 3 other Sin kin were Dracon, Hisicla, and Volmanca. That is when Gimp told Asukem he was gathering info for them about him. After that, he was caught once again by Rhino and his Gang.

Gimp just finished sharing his story with Asukem, but he made sure to clarify, "Please don't see me or Sin Kin as demons. I am a pixie Fae, and my race shouldn't be judged based on my actions. We are peaceful people who can't fight; we only survive. We aren't meant to be slaves; we are traders, merchants, and workers. Building things is our livelihood. When we are disrespected, we defend ourselves by running away. My people curse the names and weapons they were forced to create for their captors. So yes, we may seem like cowards, and unfortunately, many of us have been killed. That's why I escaped my enslavement, to seek help. So, Asukem, are you the person I've been searching for? Will you assist me in rescuing my people from their nightmare? If not, please don't make empty promises. I simply can't handle it."

Asukem sadly shakes his head and responds to his words, "Gimp, it seems like you've faced some tough times. Share your despair, and I'll turn it into hope. I'll assist you in saving your people, but I require some time. Trust me, I always keep my word!"

Gimp seemed lost, unsure of what to say, but managed to stammer out, "You know, Asukem? I'm at a loss for words; you've been so kind and respectful to me that I'm not sure how to respond, but thank you." Asukem grinned and replied, "That's what friends are for, right?" Gimp muttered to himself, "Friends?" tears welling up in his eyes, "Looks like your luck is changing, Gimp." They set up camp as night fell. Asukem drifted off to sleep, but Gimp lay awake, unable to rest.