Master Azak was on a peak on one of the mountains on the Asura Prime. The former old man was staring onto the horizon as his mind was absorbed in defeating the Seraphim.

"Greeting, master."

"Oh, Awan. You're here my son."

"Master, we should strike those feathered creature now."

"Patient, young one."

"I appreciate the spirit but striking without a plan would only be suicide."

"Master, I'm sorry for your loss."

As his disciple comment on his past, his hand was feeling the ring which had been hanging on his neck. The only item that contained the memory of someone he cared about.

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30,000 moon cycles ago, a great war was let loose onto the Asura Prime. The battle was between the ruling class and worker class.

An Asura was leading the war against the ruling class. He wore a leather armor with bow and arrows along with an axe. His axe had been swinging, chopping down any nearby enemy.

"Kaza, bring down those bloodsucking bastard!"

"What about you?!"

"I'll pave a way for you!"

Kaza took the spear off from his back. It was a very spear which had been by his sides since he was in his early teen. The spear could be describe as the Asvan's most trusted partner.

"GO!"

"Don't die, old friend."

Kaza left his friend as the latter smiled when the former headed toward the mountain peak. He rushed and hacked every enemy that came at him.

This civil war was caused when the ruling class started their cannibalistic diet by consuming those of the lower class. They would consumed their very kin as the corpse were being hacked before being cooked.

The meal was being served in different type of dishes. The elites would consume those food in a manner which could be describe as natural for them but it would caused any person with moral to vomit in disgust of such scene.

This behaviour was not well received by one of their own who went by the name Indra, so he started helping the peasants from the shadow to overthrow the current aristocracy. Little by little, the aristocracts were forced to flee from the region due to the uprising of the peasants.

When Kaza arrived at his destination, something unexpected happened. His eyes were widely opened when he saw a female Asura was being drained by one of the aristocrat.

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"Impossible!"

Furthermore, there were two of them instead of one. Kaza had a disbelieve expression when the victim was none other than his beloved wife. The corpse looked at her husband with her lifeless eyes.

"Shakala!!"

"Curse you, Destra!"

The older Ashura watched the event happening as the leader of the rebels fell into despair with amusement. The younger one who looked like his son was engulfed in his "meal," ignoring his surrounding.

"Hades, it's very rude to ignore our guest."

The older Ashura, Destra reminding his son, Hades about his manner when the latter decided to ignore their "guest."

Hades replied to the annoying Destra but none of those present could understand completely as he was still draining the blood of the female Asvan.

"Don't speak while you're still eating."

"That's so barbaric."

"Remember son. We're the gods of these filth barbarians so we have a public image to maintain."

As the fire of hatred was burning up in the heart, the poor Asvan gathered his strength before charging at the younger Ashura. The Asvan's wrath were being shown by his two eyes which some believe to be the windows to one soul.

"I'll hunt you down if its the last thing I do!"

"I'll ki-"

Unfortunately, fate decided to play a cruel joke to him when he was in need of miracle. The sudden pain which invaded his chest had unconsciously caught his full attention. This suddenness turn of event had petrified his limbs.

'It's…a…joke…right?'

When his sight went down, he saw a tip of black blade had penetrated his very heart and the blood had been dripping from it. Some of the blood even started flowing from the edge of the lips.

"Hahahahaha!!"

"Kaza oh Kaza!"

Destra was laughing at the sight of the pain that was being inflicted to the Asvan. He laughed in a such manner which he felt nothing when witnessing other people's pain.

"You seems did not know your place I see.

"You're only a mortal yet you dare to defy us!"

His unexpected fear was revealed to him. He did not expect that his most trusted "partner" would stabbed him in the back. This betrayal had dealt quite a blow to the wounded Asvan.

The two pupils then shifted to the stabber only to lead him deeper into the abyss of despair. As much as his anger had been amassing in heart, the sadness being betrayed by those who were important to him had turn him into a living "undead."

"Zaman…why?"

"…What did……I…do to you…to deserve…this?"

The culprit then withdrew from the sight, only to reappeared back behind the Ashuras. The very spear was being held on his right hand but there was something strange about this entity.

"Surprise?"

"How do you like my new creation?"

"I may call it my Asura Golem."

"Father, that's really a lame name."

Hades who just finished his meal barged into his father introduction. The corpse of Shakala was being tossed aside near the cliff. Those two lifeless eyes were staring at his spouse who was heavily wounded.

"Shakala…I…will…save…you…"

Kaza sight was getting blurry as the pain became too much for him to bear. The more the Asvan tried to endure, the more difficult for him to remain strong.

After a few moments, the Asvan fell onto the ground at last as darkness began to consume his sight. Hades who was witnessing the scene came near the fallen Kaza before whispering something into his ear.