A/N: A request from anyoneyouwant for Asura/Arachne - which was actually one of my favourites to write.
"Come, Asura."
Asura made his way over to the witch, and he nestled in front of her bosom and felt her melancholy gaze on him.
She knew as well as he did that this relationship needed to end with her demise.
She also knew that the DWMA knew where they were, what they were doing – and they were in no more harm holding one another than if they were not.
Asura calmed in her embrace, but he knew he would soon possess her soul, and an age-old adage seemed tragically apt.
Sometimes, you have to hurt the ones you love.