not killing asura when they had the chance was a stupid, stupid idea. lord death had trapped the kishin before, and they all knew how that turned out. why would this time be any different? orders are orders, though, and kishin is held in a cell underneath the academy, much like the one crona was held in. lord death refused to let kid down there to visit, he couldn’t do it.

despite the reassurances that asura can’t hurt anyone anymore, and his powers have been taken— there is still the lingering feeling of unease, the feeling of skin crawling with madness.

the cell is damp, cold and dark. there is no mattress, sink or anything to simulate normalcy. just a bucket and one flickering light. asura stays in the corner, eyes closed and body curled into a ball.

but the echo of footsteps makes his eyes open.