Creepy Trails

Among his kin, few knew of him or spoke of him. Oh, he was the brother to Mana that much was self-evident. The energy he gave off was twisted and had that distinct Asthavon flavor. If they were ice cream, the flavor would be morally damaged and dysfunctional.

Or as one of his Familiars would put it best. "Fucked Up Beyond Recognition." Astaroth however found that to be both truthful and appalling. The Raven sat upon his shoulder, the Familiar of choice in most situations.

Black feathers seemingly made of shadow dispersed around him. Arriving in the rather quaint Town of Abingdon Virgina. Rather famous for its Creeper Trail, such a fascinating name. Though entirely misleading when one observed it from above.

Nothing creepy or akin to a graveyard about it. Such a disappointment, the humans often made such wonderfully dank repository for their deceased. Fine thinking location, as he brushed his clothing revealing fine yet somewhat mystical appearing threads.

The Raven on his shoulder gave a nudge and squawk in his ear. "Yes, we arrived without situation or delay, dealing with the family has always been a mentally stressful endeavor. " He said seeming to answer his familiar's question. Paying little heed to the surrounding locals or their business.

He'd landed on a sidewalk or what passed for one anyway. Small towns such as these didn't have the budget of larger cities. The futuristic chime and glimmers never truly interested him. He found them dull and dreadfully wasteful. But neither here nor there. Another sound as he sighed softly looking around before up at the clouds.

"I don't know, but any place was preferable. Demon World is such a depressingly empty place, I also find the constant challengers or people noticing who I am alarmingly similar to voyeurism. So I prefer the mundane of the Human World. It's less stimulating in that way. Far more for the knowledge and things though."

Astaroth didn't mind talking to Tobias around people, he'd done it for close to five hundred years. If a problem arose he'd merely erase their memories with magic. Certainly beat his Sister's method, such a pension for the destruction that one. Seemed his niece had inherited it.


He couldn't deny what the bird said as he offered a shrug. He did have the same impulses, the only difference was. He did his best to never indulge in them. To be certain he did hold a certain sickness and hunger for things. But that was neither here nor there.

Astaroth had rules he followed, guidelines he made for himself. To keep away from his family and they're over branching ideas. He held no illusion his family had once done much to earth. He chose to be reclusive and avoid them for five hundred years.

Until he felt something happen at the Harbor, he did not venture near it. But he did finally remove the ring and go to Demon World. So easy it would have been to put it back on. Fade back into obscurity and enjoy life and the pursuit of knowledge.

His last venture on Earth saw him attempt to buy a lovely Graveyard in Transylvania, that had gone off the rails. Due to him sensing the incident in the Harbor. The family was connected, by some very potent energies.

He walked towards the trail, deciding to enjoy a leisurely stroll while he was here. It wouldn't feel like the Graveyards he hungered to sit idle in. But it would certainly be a welcome diversion.