[Yourperfectboy]

Astoth stared at the image of Makiro and smiled at how happy he was, "it's still a little while before sunset......but he has off now.....it doesn't matter that he is sick he should be calling me....." he muttered to himself. He walked of to the table covered in scrolls and grabbed a blank one and began writing down the names and date of the recent deals he made and the souls he collected "that brings the count to 203485 souls.......I could sell them for money or trade them for some enchanted weapons.......maybe new armor......". This really wasn't usual for him, he wasn't used to being obsessed with a person, he normal wanted weapons, property, or armor. But this was much different he didn't like it at all. "I should just take him...... it's not like he could fight back...." frustration began to grow so he teleported to his dungeon "who wants to play? I'm in a very bad mood right now and one of you are going to help fix that....." he said with an evil grin on his face. And as he went to grab his victim he felt his stone hum "well look at that........it's your luck day.........hello?"