Chapter 263 - My CO Stash #63 - Asuras Rage. by Desolatedsabers (AsurasWrathXDCU) (1/2)

-Best dad Asura reincarnates in the DCU with a red power ring replacing his Mantra reactor~ Pretty much adoption plans coming, starting with Jinx!

*Lowkey kind of funny as i'm getting boomer vibes from him lol/

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A life well spent.

In the moment of his death, Asura realised a few things. The first was that he was as much a bastard as Chakravartin for making his daughter cry. The second, was that it didn't hurt as much as he'd expected.

The third, was that he couldn't see his wife, or any of the so called ”seven deities”.

As he slowly fades away, his hands, what remained of them, resting on his c_h_e_s_t, he realises that he isn't going to end up where his wife is.

This thought both comforts, and hurts him. Because it means that she was allowed to pass on to a better place, but now he won't be able to see her again.

What brings him back to reality is a large flash of Red. It is an angry red, much like the colour of blood, but glowing. Instead of being irritated at being reminded of things such as the Gohma, he finds comfort in it. The Rage plaguing him has finally found a kindred spirit.

He blinks, and with that blink his daughter is gone. As are his arms.

The only thing greeting him, is the dirt. Odd, he was expecting the pillar.

He can't feel his connection to the Mantra Reactor Yasha gifted him, instead the thing in its' place being similar to the Red light that greeted him in his dying vision. Only… he's not dying, is he?

The ground is warm. Picking himself back up with his legs is irritating, but not something that he isn't used to, considering all of the times he's lost his arms.

The settlement… City? That greets his gaze is at times familiar and strange. Glass buildings stand tall while smaller buildings of brick and stone litter the pathways. Metal constructs, similar to the flying automata cover the roads.

It is… Strange… to see a city like this, without seeing anything like the automata, or the guardian deities.

Sighing, He slowly walks onward, staying out of the roads to avoid a collision.

He also finds an uncomfortable similarity in the way people will move away from him, or gasp in shock when they see him. He would always terrify the people he protected, even now when there were none to protect.

He hears a large amount of high pitched noises. Irritating. Walking closer would probably allow him to remove the noise, or the reason for it, so he does. The walkway of the city changes, as there are more glass buildings around.

All he ever seems to do when he isn't fighting is walk, or climb. Walk the fields with Ahria, may she rest quietly. Climb the pillar of Naraka, back into the world of the living. Walk, walk walk. He's starting to get sick of it.

His body glows red, and starts to float. Not quite as gentle as his Mantra form had it, but usable enough to get the job done.

[Break]

The building he approaches is out of place among the glass behemoths. A large brick building, with the words ”National Bank of Jump City” written on the front. He assumes Jump City might be important enough to write down.

Most humans didn't record history in the twelve thousand years he spent dead, otherwise they'd have remembered him. Remembered the monster he was accused of being.

Landing is an easy affair, as he'd already grown used to flight. Getting past the strange blue group of humans is also easy, though they do try to stop him. They don't succeed, mostly because he's just too heavy to move for their bodies.

The… he can't quite tell what this creature is. Its skin is blue, it has a pointed nose, and a very sharp chin. It's also dressed in a silly outfit with a foolish looking hat, waving around a black and white stick.

All in all, the creature looks and acts like a fool, but it is causing the ones behind him to use their irritating noises.

”YES, FLEE COWARDS BEFORE THE AWESOME MIGHT, OF THE INCREDIBLE MUMBOOOOO JUMBOOOOO! Coming to a circus near you. Now with this lovely little bit of capital, I'll finally be able to start my own show stoppers! Starting, with the incredible police force of this quaint little city!”

”Your voice is annoying, be quiet.”

The creature seems to deflate for a moment, surprised at being insulted most likely, before it frowns, rallying itself and puffing up it's c_h_e_s_t.

”HOW DARE YOU!? If there's one thing I absolutely HATE, it's a heckler. AND ALL HECKLERS WILL… Errr… Where are your arms?”

He frowns at the creature, annoyed now. ”I don't require my arms to break you over my knee. I've pulped creatures larger than you with a kick. Do not make me destroy you.”

”I. That wasn't what I. Well you know what, FINE THEN, I DON'T USUALLY LIKE GOING AFTER THE CRIPPLED, BUT YOU'VE LEFT ME NO CHOICE. MUMBO, JUMBO!”

”Was that meant to do something, creature?”

It's shocked from the look of it. What kind of object could give something so much faith in it working?

”Wh, That… That's impossible. Nothing can resist being hit by my magical wand! How are you still normal?”

”I will give you one chance to surrender. Before I pulp you over my knee. The choice is yours creature.” He grins the evil grin he used to scare the automata that used to be under his command. ”I hope you choose the second. Make it fun.”

Oh, that's odd. His Aura has flared up. But he doesn't have a mantra battery anymore.

Gold, Yellow, and Red this time. Different. But not unexpected.

The blue creature, Mumbo Jumbo it called itself? Stomps the ground a bit, before taking off it's hat and putting the stick inside of it.

”Fine, fine. I quit. Heckler.”

He nods, hearing the noises disappear. Peaceful again.

Walking around the city is both comfortable, and painfully familiar. He wishes that Durga, and Mithra were here. Maybe even Ahria as well. His wife probably would've loved the young girl.

Then again, considering she had a frightful tendency to not listen when told to run, maybe it would be for the better that her and Mithra never met. They'd find ways of making him terrified that they'd get hurt again.

The sand is a nice feeling under his feet, crunching softly and reminding him of the coastal areas back home. The weird glass tower across the water is a strange sight, but the way it reflects the sunlight brings a nostalgic smile to his face. It reminds him of better times. Before the betrayal. Before Chakravartin meddled.

Then again, considering the revelation that he made the Gohma, maybe he was always meddling.

The weight in his c_h_e_s_t is too off to be a Mantra Reactor. Namely, the spirit energy it's channeling is only his. And only his rage at that. Then again, he's always had trouble controlling himself. Or he did, until he had to fight Chakravartin.

The form he took to protect the world from one of the so called ”Gods” blasts was a powerful state, but uncomfortable all the same. He was in complete control of his anger, able to channel it towards defending the world. And feeling so strange in his own skin while he did.

He's always been angry. He'll always be angry. But it's moments like this, away from the fighting he so craves, that he can find a moment of peace.

He hasn't seen even a single mention of the Gohma. He's thankful for it. That should also mean that the seven deities don't exist in any form here either.

It will also mean. That Mithra. Doesn't exist either.

Then again, considering what happened to her when he died the first time, perhaps being forgotten was a mercy.

He doesn't need to sleep. Or even need food. But at this point, sleeping on the beach isn't too bad. Meditation works just as fine.

A tiny smile replaces his ever present frown. Not an angry smile, or a bloodthirsty grin. Just a small smile, like the ones he'd share with Durga when Mithra was enjoying herself.

Drifting off isn't too difficult. He's out in ten minutes.

[Break]

A dark place, full of screens showing most of Jump City. A man, encased in shadow, watching all of them.

Two in particular take his interest, one showing his favourite targets, the Teen Titans. The other, showing an armless cripple on a beach.

”I want this man observed. Let us see if he is an asset, or a detriment. Cinderblock, go activate stage 3.”

A large stone creature holding something vaguely gun shaped nods, before walking off.

”Strange developments are happening today, of all days. I wonder who you are, armless man.”

The screen zooms in on Asura's body, making particular note of the missing appendages, as well as the strange symbols in his body, an eerie red light coursing through them.

”Who indeed?”

[End.]

Alright so, this was written up because it was a plot that stuck in my brain a lot. mostly cause, angry dad is best dad.

Yes, he doesn't get to reincarnate with his wife, but maybe shenanigans will happen that'll pull her into dc, maybe it won't. i won't tell.

Anyway, this chapter looks like a rainbow vomited, but it's good enough for what i'm going for. If you don't like all the random colours, sorry but that's kind of the thing with lantern stories. the colours show up everywhere. I'm not gonna tint Asura's speech with Red constantly though, only because he's connected to a battery or a ring big enough to be a battery. rather then having it distort his speech and stuff.

So anyway, is this any good? is it bad? tell me, and give me your thoughts on this story. Sorry that it's short, but i wanted to end it on a bit of a quieter note.

The current timeline is that he wakes up during episode 1, around the time that cyborg split from the group. I used mumbo jumbo to start with a weird villain, and also because, as well as having a lantern ring, Asura's body is so strange it's immune to basic/low tier reality warping. Not sure if that'll change with the higher tiers or not, we'll see.

Anyway, i hope you enjoyed, and have a lovely daynight thing.

Also the name of the chapter comes from the final episode of Asura's Wrath. A life well lived.

Chapter 2

[Start.]

Night has fallen when he comes out of the meditative trance. If he strains his hearing enough he can hear something being destroyed or attacked.

As he gets up to go deal with it, the noise stops. It seems he wasn't needed.

The sun rises slowly, Asura standing on the beach, watching it gently. He'd thought that he'd managed to kick the negative feelings of Mantra, but watching it here has him feeling melancholy. Reminded of better times with Durga, Mithra, Yasha, Even Master Augus, before he fell into hedonism.

He is thankful there is no sand caught in his arm sockets. While he could probably burn them out with the Rage inside of him, it'd still feel irritating until he did.

The waves are flowing, but the beach is still. The only distraction being the crunching of sand a slight distance away from him.

Looking to his left, he sees another strange looking creature… person? This one with greying skin and pink hair.

And of course, just like Yasha, she's brooding. The thought brings a silent chuckle out of his throat, remembering how Durga would always tell him that he was the one brooding when he was too angry to speak.

He waits, seeing if she'll try to speak to him, as he looks back across the water, the waves calming him further after his meditation. When she doesn't, he decides to speak, needing information despite not wanting to interrupt whatever it is the girl is thinking about.

”Girl. What is this place called?”

She jumps. Did she not notice him while she was walking? But rallies herself, frowning at him for a moment before her eyes change to surprised. Is he really that strange?

”W-What happened to your arms?”

Groaning in annoyance, because of course the first thing she says is that. He gives her a flat look.

”I destroyed my arms assaulting a being that thought that it was a god, and because of that, had the right to decide how the universe was allowed to develop. And because it made my daughter cry.”

”You… You punched out a guy, claiming to be god, so hard that your arms exploded… Because he made your daughter cry?”

She sounds incredulous. Parenting standards must be lower than what he's used to.

”Yes. As all fathers should.”

She moves again, sitting down next to him. ”As all fathers should huh? You have high standards, don't you?”

He grunts, nodding. ”I have to. Otherwise I will fail. As I failed before.”

He can hear her sigh, before she lays back over the sand. ”Well to answer your question big guy, you're in a place called Jump City. It's what's left of San Francisco after the Thanagarians invaded. They bombed at least a good chunk of it into the ocean.”

He ruminates on it, the information both making sense and not. ”I have questions. First, what is San Francisco. Second, What are Thanagarians? Third, do you have any Vajra metal facilities nearby?”

She makes an almost strangled noise for a second, but calms down quick enough.

”Uh okay, so you're basically just a fish out of water then. Uhhh, San Francisco was a city in the united states of america, which is a country that sprung up some two or three hundred years ago. Uhhh, Thanagarians are these weird Bird people aliens that invaded earth about two years ago, they wanted to blow up the planet because it would be more efficient for them with one of their wars, or something? And i don't know what Vajra metal is, sorry.”

He is quiet, able to hear the sand shift as she moves around. ”Thank you for the information girl. I am Asura, and before the betrayal I suffered, and my first death, I was known as one of the eight guardian generals of Shinkoku Trastrium. It is… Nice, to meet you.”

She snorts, looking annoyed but also intrigued.

”My, well my new name is Jinx. You know you're named after a demon right? Should probably be careful about that. Now… What'd ya mean 'your first death'?”

Another sigh escapes him, not enjoying having to explain it again and again.

”In the afterlife there is a pillar. And if you can climb this pillar without falling, you will be brought back to life as you are. If you fall, you will reincarnate as something else. I couldn't afford to fall, so every time i found myself back at the pillar, I would climb it with no breaks and no stopping. I couldn't afford to give up, and lose the abilities I have, else I'd never have been able to kill the seven so called 'deities' that had betrayed me. Or the one pulling their strings, Chakravartin.”

He can hear the girl hum, for such a small thing she enjoys being as loud as possible.

”The eight guardian generals. You were the eighth, so were the other seven the ones that became the seven deities?”

He nods his head, not wanting to talk about it again.

”Betrayed by your closest comrades. That's a hell of a thing. Hey you mentioned your abilities yeah, what can you do?”

…

He must have stayed quiet for longer then he thought, because he can hear the girl calling him.

”Asura? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I can understand not wanting to reveal anything important.”

He's been sighing a lot today. Yasha's Mantra is bothering him even now, long after his death. Melancholy always was one of the most annoying.

”I can channel the power of Mantra. As I am right now, my control of it manifests within the fires of rage. If i get angry enough, I will become more powerful as time goes on. And if i get too angry… I will become a monster, focused on devastation of my enemies. But that Wrath has only formed in me from grief. I doubt it will manifest again. My arms will also grow back, but it is easier to have the metal on hand. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

Another hum, but she doesn't speak again.

[Break.]

”So you're gonna run up the tallest building you can find, just so you can get an idea of where everything is? Wouldn't a map be easier?”

”I do not know how to read your maps fluently, it would at most give me a minor idea. Better that I can see it all.”

Jinx opens her mouth a few times, trying to respond to him. It reminds him of Mithra a little, whenever he'd have an argument she couldn't beat, or couldn't understand.