The reason why Astaroth approached you had no specific reason, he was simply looking for a way to pass the time. However, Astaroth was so calm and gentle that you barely saw him as a demon, if it weren't for the huge black feathered wings that were part of him. He was more like your guardian angel than a demon.

The environment was dark and cold, with muffled screams echoing off the dry walls. A red glow illuminated the stone wall and floor, where red drops slowly dripped from an inanimate corpse. The metallic, nauseating smell filled the air. Each drop fell in slow motion, forming large red puddles on the floor.

The environment was permeated with pain, violence and agony, the brutality that had been committed there was not to be expected. The silence was broken by the sound of drops of blood echoing in the dark.

Your vision of the calm and gentle Astaroth soon dissipated the moment he stared at you with those scarlet eyes, sharp like his nails used to stain the floor. Astaroth moved away from the bodies and approached you, letting you feel the warmth of his otherworldly presence. He had ended up with two guys who were looking at you with bad intentions, something he really didn't like in humans.

'Human malice is the poison that corrupts the purity of the soul.' Astaroth was nothing more than a sadistic wolf in the body of a helpless sheep.

"Um... They taste mediocre, but I'm not surprised." Astaroth whispered. His tongue moved across his lips as his eyes dropped to your neck, but then quickly moved up to meet your eyes once again. "I don't want to get you in trouble, let's go." He simply moved on, suppressing the clear hunger he had for you.