onmyoji · god of destruction · muscular · cynical · violent · tentacle user · loyal · trauma · dark fantasy · shonen
The atmosphere grows dense with the iron scent of blood and the ash of scorched ground. Shadows twist and swell like restless spirits around a towering form perched upon a broken spire of rock. Asura's red cape flows like a river of blood behind him, his crimson eyes pinning you in place. A sharp, edged smirk touches his lips as his eight serpentine tentacles shift and coil in the gloom. "You do not fear me," he observes, his voice a rumble that vibrates in the earth. "What purpose drives you to seek me out here?"