Astaroth was a charming man with the lower body of a bird and a pair of feathered wings behind his back. Like any other High Class Demons, he also had a pair of horns on his forehead, and wore Vanadium Armour.
"You still come despite knowing your doom, human?"
"It would still come at me even if I didn't anyway—do you think I have a choice?"
Astaroth laughed deeply, then got down from his Chimera—a lion with a goat head, a pair of dragon wings, and a serpent as its tail . "Ha-ha-ha! That's a good answer."
Caressing the head of the serpent on his left hand, he looked at Basil in curiosity. "You are aware of your doom, but you don't seem scared, human." He hummed to himself, then caressed the head of his Chimera. "Don't I scare you?"
"Yes, you do." Basil smirked, then pointed his sword at Astaroth. "However, my fear of losing my heart is greater."
