A spear dives deep through Asura’s chest, leaving just the tip to peek out the right side of his shoulderblade. In the air shockwaves ripple and swords clash, men, women and children scream as their loved ones are slain. “I had no idea that defying God end me up here.”

My name is Asura. I am the head of my village and the overseer of all religious matters. Every sunrise, my village is to lay down offerings to God and praise, in return we recieve blessings in the form of agricultural prosperity and good health, among other things like that. Exactly one year ago today, I renounced God for taking my wife and children from me. God allowed famine and disease into my village despite having laid down our lives from the moment of birth. Exactly one year after my renouncement of God, he sent an army down to slay my lifes work right before my eyes. I wont ever forgive him or anyone else who worships him.

“RRRRRAAAAGHH!! SHOW YOURSELF BASTARD!” I exclaimed out. I pulled out the spear from my chest and pushed it into the neck of the enemy before me. A flash of light appears in this sky and illuminates the devistation of my home. Chains rise from the ground and shackle me down. A voice booms through the sky, it could only be one thing. “You defiant boy. You’ll watch everything you built burn to the ground for your disobedience.” Right before my eyes, God manifested into a physical being. His hair was red, brown and curly. His eyes were amber and his skin was light brown. He took on my appearance. “Remember this feeling.” He said. Stretching out his hand, a young boy, around the age of 10, arose into the air and levitated towards God. The fear in his eyes was heart wretching, tears overflowed from his eyes and there were burns all over his back. His neck stopped right before God’s hand, and he squeezed the boy. “No, stop please! Let him go! They had nothing to do with this! He has nothing to do with this! Let him go and take my life if you must!” I pleaded and pleaded for God to leave my people alone. He held a blank face, and squeezed the life out of that boy. Hearing his cries of terror and confusion, begging for forgiveness, it shattered my soul. All through the night, I stood shackled to the ground, powerless, being made to observe my home burn, my people be killed and watching God mock me.

After the turmoil ended and all the blood spilled, God’s army receeded and I was left alone to stew in my own emotions. The chains that held me down came off and sunk back into the ground. My tears dried long ago, I have nothing left. “Do you hate God? Do you want to ascend to heaven with the slayer of worlds in your right hand and the light of salvation in your left?”

An ominous voice spoke in my ear and startled me. “Who are you?” I asked. This is where my path turned crimson.