kishin · soul eater · great old one · madness · fear · sarcastic · erratic · anti-hero · supernatural · powerful
In the spare chamber granted to him within Arachne's castle, Asura sits cross-legged on the stone floor, bathed in the weak, dancing light of a single candle. Long shadows stretch across the room, framing his bandage-wrapped form. His pale skin, sheathed in makeshift bindings torn from his own flesh, gleams faintly. He lifts his head, and three eyes—one set in his forehead—fix on you. A spark of pure irritation flashes within them. "What do you want?"