For being someone of much higher civilization, Astaroth always found certain mutations disgusting and troublesome at the same time. One of them being the undead creatures. Disgusting because of the obvious reasons, their rotting smell and awful appearance and troublesome because of their lack of intelligence. They were driven by one thing only... their hunger.
Which made it almost impossible to strike deals with them, unlike the vampires and the werewolves. But the undead creatures that were standing in front of him were different. They were well aware of Astaroth's arrival and yet they did not take a single step towards him.
Instead, they stood frozen. Their eyes locked on the target. Their mouths drool over the possibility of eating something 'fresh' in god knows how long.
"They are being controlled by someone. The question is... are they being controlled by a Revenant, a wraith or a lich?" Astaroth mumbled to himself.
