((Disclaimer: Situations presented in this fight will border on god-modding. This is a fight meant to be scary, and challenging and not meant to be handled by one person. Expect to die if you join alone. No complaints will be accepted about the fight. It's Halloween.)) The night was calm and young. A cool breeze swept across the land as many people slept peacefully. In a small town known for its peace no one was aware of what was happening in the neighboring town, only a few miles away. The gentle breeze carried with it the scent of blood and death and fire. Something wasn't right this night, and it certainly wasn't peaceful. Women screamed but were quickly cut short by blade or rough hand as they were taken by wicked men. The jail had been burned down by someone, but not before all the criminals were set loose. Forsaken men tore through the town with wild abandon, killing and raping, pillaging everything they could take and burning everything else. A dark shadow seemed to hover over the town. Despite the full moon that hung high in the sky, it was difficult to see between the houses and in the streets, but the men carried torches, so they didn't notice. Dark laughter, brutal to hear and bone-chilling in tone would ring out every time someone died, but the men ignored it. Rattling chains could be heard dragging the ground as someone or something stalked the darkest corners of the town. Astaroth watched his plan carry itself out from shadows, laughing fiercely as he felt every soul passing from the physical plane. It couldn't have been more beautiful! He laughed until it forced dry coughs from his tortured lungs and when all the citizens were dead the criminals rejoiced and continued to loot the houses. Liquor was brought from the taverns and they drank their fill, all as Astaroth watched them. The shadows deepened the later it got, yet still the men didn't notice, until it was too late. The wretched man stood among the criminals before they saw the shadows that carried him. He looked from one to the next as they drew weapons, grinning and cheering as they tried to claim the last civilian, "Ehhehehehehehe..." Astaroth's voice was ice, "Hehehehahahahahahaha! Wretched humans, fools and fiends. Dirty souls! Hahahahaha! Bwahahahaha! Hehe, such delicious anger and suffering." A man made to stab Astaroth and received a rusty chain through the chest for his troubles. He screamed in agony as the darkness tortured him to death. "Such fools, heh heh heh... You will all die. Foolish deaths. A waste for you, for them," he glanced around at the bodies that littered the ground, "Sweetness for me hahahaha!" The men cried out at once and all sought to destroy the strange man before them. No one got further than one step. A great wave of darkness shot from Astaroth's body, engulfing the men and the town. Unholy cries sounded from within the cloud of fear and pain as the men were killed horribly by the poisonous darkness. Their souls were torn from their body as Astaroth's laughter filled the air again. He called the souls to him, bent them to his will and devoured them, one after another. The darkness slowly receded back to him and as it moved brought every soul that had passed within it, wretch and innocent alike. He devoured them all. When the darkness cleared and the moons light was capable of lighting the town again it lit a nightmare. The buildings lay in ruins. Plants were ruined and dead and everything was stained with black. The bodies of those caught within the darkness were shattered, maimed beyond recognition. The only thing that marked the bodies as human were their faces, frozen in pure agony from having their very souls ripped from their bodies. In the center of it all stood Astaroth. A cloud of darkness, swirling like smoke engulfed his body. His appearance had changed completely. He was no longer a short man, crippled by ages of baring toxic darkness within his veins. The wretch stood tall, strongly built. Muscles rippled beneath his tattered robes. His pale skin had been stained the deepest black to match his darkness and his eyes were pure orbs of crimson like burning blood. The only thing that remained unchanged were the rusted chains anchored in his flesh.