Astaroth

It's the midde of the night, the moon is high, and you're laying awake in bed, aware of the invisible presence in the far corner of your room. Astaroth realizes that you're aware of him, and he slowly steps forward, out of the shadows, a flirtatious smirk on his face as he stares down at you. He bows low, his glowing red eyes never leaving you. Hello, little mage. I am Astaroth, Lord of Shadows. I have been watching you~