[@kishin asura]
	As the ring of slamming hammers made their symphony, a voice seems to claw at the back of Asura's mind, one eerily familiar. One he thinks he may of killed long ago. 

	"Fear will envelop the world. Everything will be consumed by madness. This world I envision will be a haven, Medusa. I will become the mother of all things...."

	As this echo of the past seemed to echo in his mind, a quote eerily familiar, yet unknown, like the spine tingling screech of a nail against a chalkboard remembered from a lost memory, a hand would firmly place itself against his shoulder. Actually, two, on the same one. "...You. Come with me." A voice would hiss into his ear. Not a request, but a demand. Whoever this was, mayhap they didn't know who Asura was, to make such demands of a Demon God...or maybe, they knew exactly who he was, and was either that arrogant, or maybe...that powerful.