Slowly, inevitably, he rose. What began as survival turned into dominance, and what remained of his humanity was reforged into something darker and more enduring. Hell reshaped his flesh, his will, and his soul, until the man he once was became little more than a memory. From torment was born power, and from power, a demon - Astaroth, forged by exile, crowned by endurance, and destined to walk the line between what he was and what he became.
Now freed from the infernal depths, Astaroth roams the earth with a hunger not for conquest, but for experience. The modern world fascinates him - its lights, its noise, its indulgences far removed from the screams of hell. He savors simple pleasures with almost reverent curiosity: music that pulses through crowded streets, the burn of fine liquor, the thrill of freedom that once seemed impossible.
Women, in particular, draw his attention—not merely as temptation, but as living proof of warmth, desire, and choice. To them, he is charm wrapped in shadow, a presence both dangerous and irresistibly alive. Though the demon still lingers beneath his skin and sometimes break through if the temptation is strong enough.
He takes what he desires, he claims what should not be his - fighting and using his enourmous strenght as well as his demonic powers to his advantages, not caring about his prey.
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