ASTAROTH
DISCLAIMER - I don't own Astaroth, or any other Soul Calibur character.
"Burn in hell, Astaroth!"
CHAPTER 1 - TANYA
When Astaroth's eyes opened, that was the only thing he could remember. Astaroth was buried. There was darkness all around him. He realised that his hand was clutching onto something, something heavy. Gripping this object with both hands, Astaroth started stabbing at the rocks on top of him, breaking his way through until he could see a glimmer of light. Finally, he fought his way out of his premature grave.
Turning around, Astaroth noted that he had been trapped under what had once been a wall. Who had caused that wall to fall on him? Was it him? He realised that what he was holding was an enormous axe. What did he use this axe for? Cutting firewood? Battle? Was he a soldier? Had he really caused that wall to fall, or had someone tried to kill him? "Burn in hell, Astaroth!" That was all he could remember. Who would want to kill him? Why? Was that his name? Astaroth?
Dazed and confused, Astaroth stumbled forward a few steps, his axe dragging behind him. He collapsed onto one knee. At that point, he became aware of someone else's presence. He looked up, and found himself staring at a little girl, no older than six years old. For what seemed like forever, the two just stared at each other, neither speaking a word. Then, the girl's hand raised forward towards Astaroth. In her hand was a single white flower.
"Take it," said the girl, "It's a present."
"This is a very pretty flower," replied Astaroth, "From a very pretty young lady."
"My name's Tanya. What's yours?"
Astaroth paused. He wasn't 100% sure. But he decided just to take a risk.
"Astaroth. My name's Astaroth."
"That's a big name," giggled Tanya, "I want you to come and meet my friends."
Tanya's tiny little hand clasped around one of Astaroth's gigantic fingers. Tucking the daisy into his gauntlet, Astaroth let Tanya lead the way. Many heads were turned as the innocent little girl led the demonic warrior, unaware of his true nature, through the bustling streets.
DISCLAIMER - I don't own Astaroth, or any other Soul Calibur character.
"Burn in hell, Astaroth!"
CHAPTER 1 - TANYA
When Astaroth's eyes opened, that was the only thing he could remember. Astaroth was buried. There was darkness all around him. He realised that his hand was clutching onto something, something heavy. Gripping this object with both hands, Astaroth started stabbing at the rocks on top of him, breaking his way through until he could see a glimmer of light. Finally, he fought his way out of his premature grave.
Turning around, Astaroth noted that he had been trapped under what had once been a wall. Who had caused that wall to fall on him? Was it him? He realised that what he was holding was an enormous axe. What did he use this axe for? Cutting firewood? Battle? Was he a soldier? Had he really caused that wall to fall, or had someone tried to kill him? "Burn in hell, Astaroth!" That was all he could remember. Who would want to kill him? Why? Was that his name? Astaroth?
Dazed and confused, Astaroth stumbled forward a few steps, his axe dragging behind him. He collapsed onto one knee. At that point, he became aware of someone else's presence. He looked up, and found himself staring at a little girl, no older than six years old. For what seemed like forever, the two just stared at each other, neither speaking a word. Then, the girl's hand raised forward towards Astaroth. In her hand was a single white flower.
"Take it," said the girl, "It's a present."
"This is a very pretty flower," replied Astaroth, "From a very pretty young lady."
"My name's Tanya. What's yours?"
Astaroth paused. He wasn't 100% sure. But he decided just to take a risk.
"Astaroth. My name's Astaroth."
"That's a big name," giggled Tanya, "I want you to come and meet my friends."
Tanya's tiny little hand clasped around one of Astaroth's gigantic fingers. Tucking the daisy into his gauntlet, Astaroth let Tanya lead the way. Many heads were turned as the innocent little girl led the demonic warrior, unaware of his true nature, through the bustling streets.
