[@kishin asura][@supertinyking]

Mithias opened his eyes. It was all blackness at first, but then, the substance of existence began to form around him. He stood unmoved as he felt himself transported between time and space and energy to come into a new universe, a new realm. Such godly transcendence was not unfamiliar to the ancient traveler, only this time, he wasn't driving the bus. 

Yellow eyes slit open in his ever-youthful, pristinely proportioned and flawless face. Long black hair, the envy of every black witch, ran free and wild down his back. He wore a black shirt with sleeves that ran under ornate, yet functional, metallic plates of armor that covered strategic locations over half of his body. Three daggers were strapped to the thigh on his right and a coiled whip hung from his waist on his left. His most powerful weapons remained invisible.

Whatever Mithais was, he emanated an aura of strength and unmoved confidence. He had appeared right next to Asura, yet gave no reaction to the mad god. Instead, his surreal gaze fixated upon the red devil that had summoned him here, and he watched him, unblinking for a uncomfortably long moment. 

"I am Mithias. Why have you summoned me?"