Mafuyu slowly looks over from her shoulder, her eyes hitting her worshipper’s. Her eyes were ice cold and sharply glaring into the mortal’s soul. “How have thou step into my world,” She asks, her voice soft yet dark and whispery. It was extremely monotone, it was creepy. Wings grew from her back with a large halo on her head. Asahina Mafuyu, God of evil spirits and darkness.