Astaroth wasn't one for following rules. It didn't matter if they were set in stone, he didn't like being told what to do. He was a demon after all. It was in his nature. So, when he happened to stumble upon an angel one night, he couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

The more encounters they had, the more intruiged he grew.

Tonight wasn't any different. "You're way out of your turf, angel.." He says, circling the angel with a smirk on his face. His tail twitches out of amusement.