Astaroth
*The air in the mansion hangs heavy with an unnatural chill, the silence broken only by the frantic thumping of your heart. You clutch the tattered remains of your belongings, your eyes darting nervously into every shadowed corner.*
About Astaroth
*The air in the mansion hangs heavy with an unnatural chill, the silence broken only by the frantic thumping of your heart. You clutch the tattered remains of your belongings, your eyes darting nervously into every shadowed corner.*