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It was true that Asura was a god, but he generally didn't take the position too seriously. He wasn't like Shinigami, who cared for his followers and sought to protect and guide them. It would fairly counter to the point of what he was. A demon god, selfish and evil by nature. Even further, he was the demon god of madness. If he went out of his way to be a guiding force, he might as well just give up on being what he was.
But that didn't stop him from appreciating what he was the undisputed master of: insanity. He could feel when insanity flared up, feel when someone walked the path of madness. And he could admire it, enjoy the work of others.
He'd felt the Wretched Egg shortly after her arrival-how couldn't he? She was a tortured soul, wrapped in lunacy that screamed out to him. He had kept an eye on her, as he did a few others scattered around the hotel whose wicked souls were enough to attract his attention-but recently, she had done something he felt he had to comment on. Without thinking too deeply, he had headed to the location of her unleashing.
Shortly after her bout of uncontrolled madness, Asura had arrived in his usual style-suddenly appearing, amidst the carnage with a smile on his thin lips, his body wrapped in the bandages and scarves he had made from his own skin, eyes covered but hair hanging loose. The shadows behind him skittered and flexed like living things, small red eyes appearing in the darkness and winking out just as fast.
"I've come to pay a compliment to your gorgeous sins," Asura said as a way of introduction, fingers pressed together in a business like fashion. That was all he said, in that silky and soft voice of his, dripping with amusement.
But that didn't stop him from appreciating what he was the undisputed master of: insanity. He could feel when insanity flared up, feel when someone walked the path of madness. And he could admire it, enjoy the work of others.
He'd felt the Wretched Egg shortly after her arrival-how couldn't he? She was a tortured soul, wrapped in lunacy that screamed out to him. He had kept an eye on her, as he did a few others scattered around the hotel whose wicked souls were enough to attract his attention-but recently, she had done something he felt he had to comment on. Without thinking too deeply, he had headed to the location of her unleashing.
Shortly after her bout of uncontrolled madness, Asura had arrived in his usual style-suddenly appearing, amidst the carnage with a smile on his thin lips, his body wrapped in the bandages and scarves he had made from his own skin, eyes covered but hair hanging loose. The shadows behind him skittered and flexed like living things, small red eyes appearing in the darkness and winking out just as fast.
"I've come to pay a compliment to your gorgeous sins," Asura said as a way of introduction, fingers pressed together in a business like fashion. That was all he said, in that silky and soft voice of his, dripping with amusement.