Wrath's Resurrection

[Asura]

One thought crossed Asura's mind when he awoke. This is not Naraka. He was ready to come home. He would finally see Durga again. He would be able to watch over his daughter even from beyond, and take pride in the life he had lived, while he awaited the next. So why was he not in Naraka... Where was Durga? What was this inky black void? As these questions ran through his head... Another one arose. Why could he not move? That's when he saw it. That grin... That cheeky grin. The rest of the silhouette came into view after, but that cheeky, know it all grin, just rubbed him the wrong way entirely. And the more he talked, the more he wanted to wipe that grin off his face.

These were the most recent memories that graced Asura when he awoke before a strange fountain. The words did not process, lost somewhere along the way in his mind, rage having ambushed them somewhere in his mind and crushed them into a fine powder. The only word he remembered... It made him tremble in frustration. He glared at the fountain, hunched over as his body creaked with fury. He could feel his body had changed. It felt weaker. Vastly weaker. Could it handle his fury? He did not know... So he did the one thing he could to find out.  He screamed in rage.

"OMNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

The all too familiar feel of Wrath Mantra jettisoning out of his body soothed him in some strange manner. He could still use his power. A bright red pillar that screamed of power shot into the air, energy being expelled with no direction, unable to harm anything. After a good half a minute of screaming, Asura's rage calmed into mild irritation as he looked down at his arms. Gold coated, and though he could tell they were not nearly as durable as they once were, he would make them so again. He knew his body's limits, and he would raise them again. Surpass them again. It was only a matter of time. After all, he had been pulled here after dying for the... What was it, 3rd, 4th time? Not only that, his body had been weakened in the process. In order to do so, this Omni must be powerful.

The thought disgusted him, as he clenched his fists, the sound of metal creaking echoing around him, before he turned away from the fountain and stomped in a random direction. He could see others moving from place to place... And though they were a trek away, he could see several gates in the distance, for lack of a better term. The white void the area appeared to be infuriated him as well, reminding him all too much of the state Chakravartin placed the Event Horizon in during their final encounter. As he walked, the more it felt like he was supposed to be punching. The more ghosts of the creator he destroyed he witnessed. God, just looking at where the nearest gate was this trek was going to take forever. He had never been one for remembering the ghosts of combat after it had passed, but with only dots of people and strange gates in the distance to occupy his mind with, it insisted on wandering. He needed a distraction, fast...

[Asura]

Damnit, he couldn't just ignore this! The more times he saw glimpses of that creator he destroyed, the greater his rage become. He needed something to take this out on, and he needed it now! The Demi-God took to running towards the strange doorway he had been moving towards, and quickly realized he was going at a pathetic speed. Only 5 miles per hour?! He could go faster than this!

"Curse you Omni... Curse you to hell..."

Faster, faster! He pushed himself as hard as he could, managing to get double his speed than what he was putting up with before, and even then, it felt obnoxiously SLOW! He roared in frustration as he sprinted even harder, refusing to put up with a measly ten. He felt Mantra spur his legs forward even faster... 15... 20! Double still! However, his body was protesting at this point. He could tell that if he tried to push his speed further it wouldn't end well, so he accepted what he had... For the moment. He would grow faster with time, his training taught him that much.

Now that he was finally moving a semi-decent speed, he retreated into his mind. His body was most definitely weaker, slower. He doubted he could even use his Six Armed Vajra state as he was now without significant consequences, assuming he could use it currently at all. That would be a disadvantage in a fight, but he had dealt with worse. The real issue came with his skill. Even without throwing a punch, he could feel it. His training was... Rusty. But how? How had his experience in a fight been dampened? You could take away one's strength, hell you could take away their limbs, but their experience and killer instinct never fades. He would have to figure out just what his limits were in a real fight, and with any luck he was running towards one right now.

The more he thought, the more he realized he sounded somewhat like Augus right now. The difference was there was purpose behind his actions. He would not mindlessly rush into a fight with just any random person. If someone pisses him off, they are most certainly getting a fistful, no questions asked. What frustrated him most, is obviously there were others. Others who had been toyed with and ripped away from their homes, lives and families. And for what reason?! What possible reason could this man named Omni have?! There's always a reason... Some kind of lust for power. But he didn't know what that reason was... And the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't give a damn. No reason is great enough for this kind of atrocity. He would put a stop to it, just as he had put a stop to other self proclaimed gods.

During his inner rants, he had failed to realize he was already quickly approaching the gate. Stewing in his thoughts mostly span in the same circle, occasionally branching off to question what Mithra was doing now that she could finally live her own life. He only broke out once he finally arrived, skidding to a halt before he entered, and looking at it. The gate was smoking, and even without touching it he could tell it would burn a human hand. From what he could see on the other side, it was an unfriendly red sky, with lava and death abound.

This would do nicely. Whatever awaited on the other side most certainly would not be friendly to innocents, and he intended to take on whatever was foolish enough to attack. He would either live or die, and either way, he would know his limitations properly, and be able to adapt to them, grow stronger and surpass them again. A sly grin crossed Asura's face... As he stepped through, and entered The Ashen Stepps.