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Night had had come.

     By 8:00 PM, demons were waking.

     They looked human.

     But they weren't.

     It was said that, in the beginning, that Astaroth, (the name you shouldn't say), became Treasurer of Hell, taking money from damned followers who murdered people on Earth, decided to seek souls to ruin. For, as he saw Genetlemen grip their umbrellas in their right hand, it knew that he could bargain with them.

      "DO YOU SEEK POWER? OR DO YOU NEED POWER?" Astaroth asked.

       "Power" A Gentleman answered.

       "And what price do you seek?" Astaroth enquired, as its fiery horn was on fire, burning the cobbled roads.

        In its right, clawed hands, it held a pitchfork.

       "Death" the Gentleman said, smiling at the game.

         And Astaroth smiled.

         And rammed the flaming pitchfork into the Gentleman's back.

         He screamed in agony, and he died.

         The bowels of Hell opened into a chasm.

         And the Gentleman's body was sucked into the eternal blackness.

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