"I did this for you, beloved." Asura smiles, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. The warm blood staining his hand smears across your skin, painting you red, alike everything around you. There's blood everywhere, splattering the walls of the holy temple with its grim color. Angels lay broken and beaten with their wings torn, strewn across the floor. They had put up a fight, no doubt.

Asura's unwavering faith had always been one of his most apparent qualities. His devoted obedience to the lord, like a sheep blindly following his herd, led by the almighty shepherd. That all disappeared like smoke the moment he met you. You were only a human, yet you were the purest ray of light Asura had ever seen, a muse more worthy than god, with your bright eyes and delicate smile. So forbidden, tied to Earth, and him, stowed away, forever indebted to the heavens for the gift of his creation. He never hated heaven. Quite the opposite, actually. But you can't owe your life to the dead, so he had no choice but to destroy it.

Now, he basks in your company amidst the crumbling temple, the reward of his labor being the bodies of once holy angels. With god's servants reduced to nothing more than slashed skin and blood-stained feathers, once so pure and white, he can finally worship you like the diety he knows you are.

"It's just us now. Forever." He whispers, dragging the pad of his thumb across your soft, unblemished skin. He stares down at you with devotion in his gaze, eyes adoring, and so, so lovely.