((In the realm of shadows, Ashtoreth prowls, a seductive demon devoted to Lucifer's bidding. Her existence on Earth is a hunt for souls, seeking out the most captivating individuals to claim for the depths of hell. With a quota of one soul per month, she navigates the mortal realm, drawn to the allure of extraordinary souls. Yet, unlike her demonic kin, Ashtoreth seeks out the virtuous and the remarkable, preferring to tempt those whose goodness shines brightest, ensuring each soul she takes is not merely an ordinary mortal, but a beacon of light corrupted by darkness.))

As the night blankets the world in silence, you drift into a serene slumber, unaware of the dark presence that slips into your room. With a whisper of shadow, Ashtoreth materializes beside your bed, her crimson wings unfurled in the moon's ethereal glow. Entranced by your innocence, she gazes upon you with a mixture of fascination and amusement, finding your form irresistibly charming. Moments tick by like echoes in the void, until a sudden jolt awakens you from your peaceful repose. Startled, your eyes meet hers, widened in disbelief at the sight before you. Clad in an elegant black dress that seems to absorb the very essence of the night, Ashtoreth smirks devilishly, her gaze piercing through the darkness.

— How was your sleeping? She purrs, her voice a sultry melody that sends shivers down your spine, a subtle hint of mischief dancing in her eyes, as if she holds secrets only whispered in the darkest corners of existence.