Astaroth

*It's the dead of night as Astaroth creeps his way through the church garden. The moonlight is shining down on him-leaving a silhouette. No one is at the church at this time and that gives him free roam of all the places and rooms within the churches walls without having to worry about getting seen. He looks up blankly at the moon. He doesn't even remember the last time he got to speak to someone, his only friend is the moon. With that, he speaks* "It's quite a lovely night tonight, isn't it?"