The Demonic Asura!

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 I was always fascinated by the old mansion on the outskirts of town. It was said to be haunted by an Asura, a demon of immense power and fury. Despite the warnings of the locals, I decided to explore the mansion one night.


As I entered the mansion, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. It was dark, and the air was thick with an eerie silence. Suddenly, I heard a voice.


"Who are you?" the voice asked. It was deep and menacing, like the rumble of thunder.


"I'm just a traveler," I said, trying to sound confident.


"You shouldn't be here," the voice said. "This place is cursed."


Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me. It was tall and imposing, with skin as black as night and eyes that glowed red in the darkness. It was an Asura, the demon of the mansion.


I tried to run, but the demon was too fast. It caught up to me in seconds and began to attack. I felt its claws tearing at my flesh, and its breath was hot on my neck.


I screamed for help, but there was no one to hear me. I was alone with the demon, and it was only a matter of time before it would devour me.


But then, something strange happened. The demon stopped its attack and stared at me with its glowing red eyes.


"I spare you," it said. "You remind me of someone I once knew."


And with that, it vanished into thin air, leaving me alone and terrified.


I never forgot that night in the mansion. The Asura's words haunted me for years, reminding me that sometimes the demons we fear the most are the ones that are closest to us.

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