BEFORE
1960
So, this is what it felt like, this is what the world was like.
He only ever saw it from the flames in the Underworld and an image six feet beneath the earth was different than right in the center of it.
The place was called America and he already knew from the images in the flames that it was a large and largely populated country.
And Astaroth liked population.
Population meant food.
There was blood in the soil, a lot of blood, from the killings that had taken place for the occupants of the country to have the land and before that.
He had watched with a proud look on his face and had even been a bit satisfied.
The human race was more wicked than he had thought.
His legs felt like jelly, he wasn’t used to having a form, and he pulled every ounce of power that was floating around him in black fog back into his body.