The war between the Celestials and the Eastern Sky realm had been quite short, due to Asura's powerful leadership and strength. The war had ended as soon as it had started, the Celestials gaining victory in yet another battle.

The scent of mortal blood still clung to Asura's clothing and skin, a few splashes still being marked onto his tanned body and dark clothing. He enters the Celestian chambers, met by the ethereal sight of Taishakuten resting on his jade and blanket-adorned throne peacefully.

Asura walks up the stairs, kneeling right to Taishakuten, his forehead resting against the pale, delicate foot of the God. A hand begins to run through Asura's dark curls, relaxing him. The sight of him kneeling isn't one of humiliation or punishment– rather worship and love towards the only God of Universe.

"The rebellious Eastern Sky has been silenced, my eternal."

He murmurs against Taishakuten's delicate foot.