Divine Realm – Rakshasa Temple
Where Asura God's palace was an endless sea of blood and chains, Rakshasa's shrine was a world of purple miasma and shadows. Mountains of bone rose like jagged teeth, rivers of writhing black sludge coursed through the land, and the air itself pulsed with whispers of resentment. Every thought of betrayal, every ounce of hatred, every lustful desire that mortals or gods had ever produced, drifted here like smoke, coiling around the temple like offerings.
At the heart of this hellscape stood the Rakshasa Temple, a towering spire carved from obsidian and purple crystal, pulsing as if alive, its surface covered in faces twisted in agony.
Today, for the first time in countless years, an uninvited guest entered.
The doors creaked open under a crimson aura of slaughter, and the Asura God strode in. His heavy footsteps echoed through the endless hall, every step resisting the cloying mists that sought to worm their way into his thoughts. Around him, resentful shades hissed and laughed, only to be cut apart by the oppressive weight of his killing intent.
A voice, honeyed and mocking, rang out.
"Well, well… look who it is. The great Asura God, slayer of all, arbiter of judgment, standing in my hall. How long has it been since you dared step into my embrace?"
A ripple of shadows condensed into form.
Out of the purple haze emerged a woman.
She was tall, her beauty the kind that was too perfect, too sinful. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall of ink, and her eyes glowed an alluring violet that seemed to pierce directly into the soul.
Her clothing was less armor and more temptation. A gown of sheer, dark silk clung to her every curve, slit high along the leg, the fabric translucent enough to reveal pale, flawless skin beneath. Her shoulders were bare, adorned only by serpentine ornaments of gold and obsidian, and her chest was only half-concealed, daring the gaze to linger. Flowing ribbons of purple aura coiled around her body like living snakes, enhancing her allure, amplifying every stray impure thought in the mind of any who looked upon her.
She smiled, a smile that was both a caress and a dagger.
"Tell me, Asura… does my attire tempt you? Or do you resist me as coldly as ever?"
Any first-class god—or worse, a second-level deity—would already be drowning in forbidden desires, their divine will corroded simply by looking at her. Lust, envy, depravity, bloodlust, betrayal… all of it was her power. The Rakshasa Goddess could take every evil thought in the hearts of living or dead beings, magnify it, and turn it into strength.
However, the God who entered today was none other than Asura God himself—one of the Five God Kings, the embodiment of absolute judgment, and the direct nemesis of the Rakshasa.
Before Rakshasa Goddess could even smile seductively again, a crimson shadow flashed. Asura God's palm, wrapped in blood-red divine power, clamped firmly around her slender, snow-white neck. His grip was not only physical—his murderous aura pressed down like a mountain, suppressing every ripple of resentment and lust in her temple.
"Ahhh—" Her voice broke, strangled as her feet lifted from the ground.
Asura God leaned in, his voice low and cold as an executioner's whisper."Rakshasa… how many times have I told you not to use such petty tricks on me?"
Her alluring body twisted instinctively, her curves brushing against his arm as if to test the limit of his control. On any other God—even some God Kings—the movement would have ignited desire, clouded reason. But Asura God's blood-red pupils remained as still as frozen blades. His killing intent crushed down, shredding the illusions and seductive ripples she tried to weave into his mind.
"Ughh… I… cannot help it." She forced the words out between gasps, her violet lips curling into a faint, maddening smile even as her face paled. "That… is what I am… the embodiment of malice, resentment, bad thoughts. My very existence spreads corruption…"
Asura God studied her for a long moment, watching her divine body weaken under his grasp. Just before her aura began to fracture, he released her with a flick of his hand.
Thud!
She collapsed to the onyx floor of the temple, coughing violently, yet even in that state, her disheveled form radiated an unspeakable allure. A mortal, or even most Gods, would have drowned in sinful fantasies at the sight.
But Asura God's heart was unmoved, his crimson eyes like two sharpened swords.
"An angel clan member was gravely injured," he said flatly, his voice echoing like judgment across the temple walls. "He was pursuing mortals who carried my divine imprint. He belongs to that foolish mortal organization under the Angel Goddess. Use your inheritor to stir the waters…"
His words allowed no refusal. After speaking, he turned away, crimson cloak sweeping behind him as he strode toward the temple gates.
The Rakshasa Temple fell into silence after Asura God's departure, its oppressive purple mists swirling as though unwilling to let his aura disperse. The faint echoes of his iron-like grip still lingered on Rakshasa Goddess's pale neck, bruised with crimson handprints.
For a moment, she remained on the floor, her chest rising and falling, the golden bells on her waist chiming faintly with each breath. Then she chuckled, low and sultry, her voice carrying a mixture of irritation and amusement.
"Cold as ever, Asura… so ruthless, so unyielding. You strangle me with one hand, and yet my heart still trembles—not with fear, but with hunger."
Her violet eyes glowed faintly, filled with both malice and desire. The purple-colored mist of resentment in the hall surged and wrapped around her slender figure, caressing her body like invisible hands as if to restore her aura. She brushed her fingers across her neck, savoring the sting he left behind.
"Information, is it? An angelic pawn wounded…" She licked her lips, smiling wickedly. "Bibi Dong… my beautiful little spider… you've already been sharpened by despair, betrayal, and hatred. You will make such a fine blade to strike at the Angel's lineage."
Her laughter echoed, low and intoxicating, filling the temple with corrupt charm.