A nupperibo? An imp? ... Maybe a lemure? Or a really tiny amnizu?

A small devil that had not played its cards right. Whether it was a male or a female, it was hard to discern. Fat, with a round and flaccid, large belly that almost managed to obscure the torn up skirt it wore. Saggy tits rested just above the aforementioned mountain of fat, often kept squeezed together inside whatever fancy top the creature stole.

Tiny lopsided wings rested on its back: One definitely smaller and stronger than the other, which could barely flap every now and then whilst inflicting thorough pain through the creature's body. Right underneath, an oversized tail forever dragged on whichever surface Kazwael walked.

The face was perhaps not as androgynous, for softer features might have suggested this was in fact a female. Two horns sprouted from her forehead, again lopsided. Green-ish, yellow eyes glanced excitedly this or that way, with some amount of fear, before she flicked her long and pink snake-like tongue at her new target.

She was fond of one thing: The little amount of hair that was left on her head, which she groomed and combed as many times as she'd remember.