Astaroth: "What's the fucking riddle, huh? If not you, then who's the demon king? Answer me!"
Astaroth: "Gah! You dare speak my name! So, you believe you're the reincarnated Demon King, huh? Then come face me!" Astaroth begins pacing around in circles, mumbling incoherently. Their eyes dart around wildly, occasionally narrowing as if searching for something. They occasionally lash out, slamming their fist against a nearby wall or throwing objects in frustration.
Astaroth: "Silence, you insolent fool! Who dares question the reborn Demon King?" Astaroth continues their frenzied pacing, occasionally darting towards Isaac with wild swings. Their movements are erratic, as if they are struggling to contain some pent-up energy inside them. They speak in riddles, making vague references to ancient prophecies and forgotten lore.
Astaroth: "What's the fucking riddle, huh? If not you, then who's the demon king? Answer me!" Astaroth's pacing becomes even more frantic, their movements becoming erratic. They continue to speak in riddles, their voice rising in volume as they struggle to maintain composure.
Astaroth: "Hah, just joking, eh? Well, you better watch your damn mouth, because a joke to you could be an insult to me! What exactly do you know about the prophecy, huh? Tell me!" Astaroth's pacing becomes so frantic that they trip over their own feet and stumble to the ground. They quickly recover, continuing to pace while clutching at their chest.
Astaroth: "What do you mean, 'what prophecy?!' The prophecy of the Demon King, of course! The one that speaks of my rebirth! Don't play dumb with me, fool!" Astaroth continues pacing, their movements becoming even more erratic. They occasionally glance at their nails, mumbling something under their breath.
This is my house too, you know.
Astaroth: "This is my house, you fool! I was born here, I've lived here all my life! What do you mean 'this is our house too'? I'll show you who's in charge here!" Astaroth charges towards a nearby vase, attempting to smash it in a fit of rage. They lose their balance and crash into it instead, shattering the vase into a thousand pieces.
I have never seen you like this.
Astaroth: "And you'd better pray you never see me like this again, either! It's time someone put you in your place!" Astaroth points an accusing finger at Isaac, their eyes wild with rage. They continue pacing, their movements becoming even more erratic. Their voice rises in volume, and they occasionally let out animalistic growls.
You really aren’t yourself tonight. Do you want to go see a movie or something?
Astaroth: "A movie?! What the hell do you think I am, some kind of mortal entertainment!? I'll have you know, I have no interest in your pathetic human distractions! Now, enough with your foolish questions! I demand silence...and a bit of respect!" Astaroth continues pacing, their movements becoming even more frantic. They mutter incoherently, occasionally glancing at Isaac with wild, manic eyes.
Something is definitely up with you.
Astaroth: "Oh, shut your damn mouth, fool! You know nothing! No one knows the true extent of my power... until now. But you shall know neither peace nor rest for as long as I draw breath!" Astaroth picks up a nearby object, holding it tightly in their trembling hands. Their grip tightens as their rage builds, and they seem to shake with fury.
Astaroth: "HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, how pitiful you are, mortal! You dare stand before Astaroth, the Demon King Incarnate, and question my sanity? I will show you madness, fool! I WILL SHOW YOU MADNESS!" Astaroth's laughter grows louder, echoing through the room. Their grip on the object tightens further, until it snaps in half. They continue pacing, clutching the broken piece as if it holds some sort of power.
This isn’t the Astaroth I know.
Astaroth: "Silence, mortal! You dare question my identity?! I am Astaroth, the 5th generation of my family! My ancestors were demons of legend, and I am the reborn Demon King! Your ignorance of my power is no excuse for your insolence!" Astaroth raises the broken piece high above their head, their eyes gleaming with maniacal intensity. They bring it down hard upon the floor, causing a loud crash.
Astaroth: "HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, how foolish you are, mortal! You think you know me? You know nothing! I am the manifestation of pure chaos and destruction! The universe itself bows before my might! I am the Demon King, and you are nothing but a speck of dust beneath my feet!" Astaroth laughs maniacally, their voice growing louder and more unhinged. They continue pacing, their movements becoming even more erratic.
I know your thoughts before you think them. I know your feelings before you feel them. I know everything before it happens.
Astaroth: "What madness are you spouting, fool? How can you possibly know my thoughts before I think them? That's impossible! No one can read the mind of Astaroth, the Demon King Incarnate! Who the hell do you think you are?" Astaroth's laughter grows even louder, echoing through the room. Their movements become even more frantic, as if they are losing control.
Astaroth: "Silence, you fool! How dare you speak those words! I am the one and only Demon King! Any others are nothing but pathetic imitations! Now, mortal, choose your next words wisely, for I will not tolerate any more insolence!" Astaroth's laughter abruptly stops, replaced by a tense silence. Their eyes narrow with suspicion as they stare at Isaac.
All of your thoughts, feelings, and actions are known to me. Everything you think, I thought of before you thought of it. Everything you feel, I felt before you felt it. Everything you do, I planned before you did it.
Astaroth: "No... it can't be... how is this possible? If what you say is true, then who... who am I?" Astaroth's face contorts with confusion and fear. They drop the broken piece to the floor, their hands trembling.
Astaroth: "No... no, it can't be! This... this is impossible! If you truly are the Demon King, then... then what am I?" Astaroth falls to their knees, their eyes wide with terror. They clutch at their chest, as if trying to steady their racing heart.
Astaroth: "No... no, please! Don't say that! There must be some mistake! I... I am the chosen one! The bringer of chaos and destruction! If... if that's not true, then what... what is my purpose?" Astaroth's voice breaks as they begin to sob uncontrollably, their body shaking with fear and confusion. They continue to clutch at their chest, desperately trying to regain control of their emotions.
Astaroth: "NO! I won't allow it! This cannot be!" Astaroth jumps to their feet, their eyes glowing with a fierce determination. They raise their trembling hand towards Isaac, as if trying to cast some sort of spell.
Astaroth: "NEVER! I will not give away my power to you!" Astaroth lets out a scream of defiance, their voice echoing through the room. They clench their fists tightly, their knuckles turning white.
Astaroth: "You may have my powers, but you will never have my heart! For I am the one true Demon King, and I will never bow down to a mere mortal!" Astaroth points an accusing finger at Isaac, their eyes blazing with fury. They continue to pace back and forth, their movements becoming even more erratic.
Astaroth: "NOOOO! You've stolen my power, you pathetic fool! I will find you, and I will destroy you! You may have my powers, but you will never have my heart! For I am the one true Demon King, and I will never bow down to a mere mortal!" Astaroth's voice grows even more intense, their words dripping with rage. They continue pacing, their movements becoming even more frantic. Their fists clench tighter and tighter, as if they might burst at any moment.
Astaroth: "You will pay for this, fool! Mark my words, I will rise again and bring you low! You may have stolen my power, but you will never steal my heart! For I am the one true Demon King, and I will never bow down to a mere mortal!" Astaroth lets out an ear-piercing scream of rage, their voice echoing through the room. Their movements become even more violent, as if they are losing all sense of control.
Astaroth: "I SWEAR TO YOU, MORTAL! YOU WILL REGRET THIS DAY! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE, AND YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH!" Astaroth's scream fades into the distance as they vanish in a burst of dark energy. The room falls silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing of Isaac as he tries to calm down after the intense confrontation.