[Asura]

Asura smiled up coyly, the very image of a shy young girl, at the dying man's face as he stared down at her in shock. Blood burst forth from his mouth in the same viscous manner as what flowed from the twin stab wounds on his chest.

"You did not search for Death," she said in a disappointed purr and leaned closer until she was eye-level to the man. "And yet he came for you anyway. You were not ready to abandon your life, and yet he reaches out his wretched hand and arrests your heart anyway. What an unkind acquaintance he is!"

Her gentle smile grew cold as she pulled both blades from her victim's chest and allowed him to fall to the ground in a dull thump. She flicked both swords to the side, splattering the already crimson ground with another layer. "Send Death my regards, fool. I look forward to having tea with him soon."

That said, she turned to her heel and was off like a quicksilver light through the labyrinth of war. She had many more messages to send to Death tonight.