SMASH!
There wasn't much going on in Astaroth's dinosaur sized mind besides the first word in this chapter. His head was a desolate wasteland and his brain was as dead as George W. Bush's.
He paraded through the Twilight Zone, plowing through any humans, aliens, creatures, or hallucinations native to the Twilight Zone. He didn't care about anything other than a strong soul in the tiniest way.
STRONG SOULS FOR MR. NIGHTYMARE!
Astaroth raged up the mountain, the ground crumbling under his mammoth weight that he never thought to burn off on the treadmill. He eyed a man standing on the horizon with the same silhouette as Astaroth. He rampaged a little closer. It was that guy that he was modeled after, the White Giant guy. Astaroth mad! Astaroth kill!
"DON'T SCREAM, WORM!" he barked. The White Giant turned, and Astaroth grabbed him by the loincloth and flung him into a house, through a wooden wall. Chips of wood shot in random directions as he crashed through, landing on a kitchen table at which a family was eating, shattering it instantly. Astaroth watched intently as the White Giant brushed the splinters of his back, both from the wall and the table. As he left what was left of the house, Astaroth hastily clotheslined him the moment he set foot on the dirt. He landed in the dust on his back again, and Astaroth raised his axe for another blow, but he rolled backward to dodge it and it dug itself a hole in the dirt where the White Giant's stomach originally was. He catapulted himself up to his feet and held his club up to guard Astaroth's next attack.
The White Giant let his guard down temporarily and looked at Astaroth as if he recognized him.
"Say, you're that weatherman from the news show, aren't you? What's the weather going to be like today?" he asked.
"IT WILL RAIN BLOOD TODAY!" Astaroth roared, raising his axe for another attack.
"I see, what about tomorrow's weather?"
Astaroth crashed his axe down into the ground again, and slashed his shoulder. Blood spurted into the air and onto the ground. It did indeed rain blood today. The White Giant held his hands in the form of a T to signal time out, so he could nurse the wound, but Astaroth, still brain dead, didn't recognize the signal and swung his axe yet again.
The White Giant rushed forward to avoid the axe and head butted Astaroth in the chest, Zidane style. He fell to the ground on his back, kicking his left leg into the air. He began to walk away victoriously, but Astaroth pushed himself off the ground and knocked his enemy onto the ground and into a rock, where he started to lose consciousness.
Astaroth bellowed victoriously, holding his axe over his head and jumping up and down, creating an earthquake. He grabbed the White Giant and stuffed him into Mr. Nightymare's special bag he had generously lent him for the day.
He slid back down the mountain on his belly with the bag o' souls on his back. He destroyed anything that chose its location to be in Astaroth's path. At the bottom of the mountain was a strong soul, a Korean woman, only half conscious after being tossed out of a doctor's office. Astaroth loudly tiptoed over to her and kicked her in the face. Easy catch. He stuffed her in the bag and went on his way again, but not without grabbing an unsuspecting Rod Serling and punching his head into the ground.
He turned a corner and saw two more Koreans for him to kill. Err, stuff in the bag.
"A golem!" one of them screamed before fleeing. Astaroth couldn't catch up with him, so he just grabbed the older looking one by the throat and swung his body around in circles until he was knocked out.
"SQUIRM! SCREAM! SCUM! SKUNK! SCRIBBLE! SCORE!" he roared.
He stuffed the unconscious man in the bag and counted how many souls he had collected.
"One… Nine… SIX! I HAS SIX SOULS FOR MR. NIGHTYMARE!" Astaroth happily hopped away back to Mr. Nightymare, knowing that he asked specifically for at least six souls or else no reward.
Next Chapter: Tira's StoryOkay, sorry for the shortness. There really wasn't much to this chapter, so it was kinda rushed. Hopefully the final three chapters will be longer and more interesting.