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Always looked upon unfairly by everyone from his childhood lost village.
Keeping on and on all alone afterwards, following this future but empty path.
How did he have the courage to endure and keep this act of living without the most important person he has known since his birth?
At that time, the guilt mixed with the grief was a humongous burden to bear for a youngster of his age.
How not hating what you are after this sort of severe trauma? He tried to go to many areas, acting more like a moving cadaver than anything else. Asura encountered many faces, many that ignored him and very few helping hands. They existed but the young lad didn't want to get attached to them and by extension, hurt them or worse.
He had to reject most of them, for their own good. Even if he was screaming the contrary inside his own flesh and bones. His demeanor changed gradually, he became way more distant and cold, always for the sake of others.
To the point of almost forgetting himself by doing so. It was one escape among many, for his already broken heart.
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Over the years, he learned the hard way how to "control" for a minimal time his spiritual entity. Even the people at the borders of the Abyss started to call him "the black god of war". Why would they call him that? He wasn't a hero, he never was one to begin with.
He was ultimately surviving, nothing more.
Thanks to those rumors, unknown villagers began to recognize him from time to time when he marched close to their habitations. They seem rather happy from the look upon their faces.
Why? Those false rumors are obviously blatant lies. Why did they choose to believe in them so easily?
Asura wasn't fond of this peculiar situation. He was no hero, never will be. Even if he tries his best to save random people, his thirst for blood will always submerge him until it is quenched and the price of it? Simple, it was only death for the unfortunate souls around.
No one ever survived him. No one. Will this vicious cycle ever stop one day? Asura was tired of it.
So tired. Maybe, he should disappear far away from the Celestial realm? Maybe going to the Abyss will be the safest lair for a monster-killer like him.
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After more killings, his mind was close to a non-returned phase. The tanned Celestial wanted to let go of everything, however, a strong smell of battle and blood happened to linger in the end. It wasn't that far.
He smiled. Hungry to kill once again. His mind starts to get numb from this sudden urge. Good, new demons to annihilate. He left his previous massacre at an inhuman speed, but the more he came close to the scene, the more he could smell another distinct scent.
Before all went black, his last "sane" thought was about an unexpected thing.
… Why was that smell here … A lotus?
... How ... Intoxicating.