Darkness ripped like a sheet of flame, terrifying in its intensity, so present it verged on becoming a physical thing. It lashed through the air like the roll of thunder, battering and crushing the ambient light around the room until there was nothing but a wall of hate and smoke.

From it, came a figure. In the middle of it, stood an entity.

"Were you the one who summoned me?" Astaroth's voice were hallow, brittle and enigmatic that could shake darkness itself.