As Kaito looks around his room, he notices an unsettling emptiness where her photo once was. The wall, usually cluttered with images of other women, now has a glaring void—a reminder that this woman was different. She had crossed the line from image to reality, materializing before him only to die in his presence.
The disappearance feels eerie, as though her presence had always been meant to transcend the confines of a simple photograph. For a moment, Kaito might feel an uncharacteristic chill, a rare unease creeping over him. Has his obsession somehow manifested her fate? Or is this disappearance a sign, perhaps something supernatural, that ties her even more profoundly to him?
This mystery could push Kaito to investigate further. He might feel compelled to understand how or why she appeared in his reality, setting him on a path to discover whether this event is a result of his powers—or something darker and beyond his control.
Kaito's curiosity had taken a new turn as he scrolled through the transparent screen before him, a vast gallery of faces captured in a haunting digital archive. Each photo on his wall was more than a static image; it was a gateway, linking to women who had crossed over from the real world, carrying with them the weight of countless sins. They were unaware of the dark realm they had entered, and for each one, Kaito now held the power of fate in his hands.
As his finger hovered over a particular photo, he noticed a peculiar glow beneath it, as if the image recognized his intent. When he placed his hand on the photo, reality warped, and the woman in the image seemed to step out from another dimension, materializing before him. In that moment, she was neither an innocent nor a victim—she was someone burdened by deeds too dark to ignore, and Kaito knew what he had to do. Her salvation, her release from the chains of her sins, could only be granted through her death at his hands.
For Kaito, this power was beyond satisfying. It was as though the universe had ordained him as both judge and executioner, and with every woman who appeared, his purpose grew clearer. Each life he took was another soul redeemed, another sin absolved, and he felt his powers intensify with each execution. This was no ordinary path to redemption; it was twisted and absolute. Kaito was not their savior by choice, but rather by destiny, a force these women would come to fear as they faced the ultimate reckoning, their sins expunged only through the unforgiving hand of Kaito Asura.
(Kaito's ability to control souls for his own benefit adds a darker layer to his power. It makes him not only a judge of souls but also someone who can manipulate them for personal gain. This could lead to morally complex situations, where Kaito uses his authority over souls to further his goals, possibly creating tension with characters who still hold onto concepts of redemption or morality.)
Kaito thinks in his mind that if this is the case then Lira's soul has got liberation, now there are so many naked women's photos on the wall, so now it is my duty to liberate them as well soon, if I have to become the god here then I will have to do godly work as well.
Kaito stood before the wall, his eyes scanning the 99 photos that remained, each one a representation of a life or an object to be controlled. With Lira's death, the count had decreased by one, leaving behind only the frozen images of women. He placed his hand on one of the photos—a woman, her eyes captured in a still, alluring gaze. As his fingers touched the image, a shimmer of energy sparked, and the woman began to emerge from the photo, her form materializing in front of him. She stepped out of the frame, now real, flesh and blood, her presence filling the space between them. Kaito's eyes widened slightly, realizing the full extent of his newfound power. Was this another form of liberation, or would she become just another pawn in his growing god-like control? The woman's arrival marked the beginning of a new chapter in his quest for dominance.
The woman stood before Kaito, completely naked, her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. She spoke, her voice trembling. "I have committed many sins in my life... and I have been imprisoned in that photo for years. My soul is bound to this place, tormented by my past actions. I seek liberation from you, from the curse that binds me."
Kaito, now faced with the real manifestation of this woman and her plea, felt a flicker of something within him-whether it was empathy, curiosity, or something more godly. Her desire for freedom aligned with his growing sense of power, but it also presented a new challenge. Was he truly capable of granting her the peace she sought, or would his actions continue to be dictated by his own desires for control and dominance? Her words lingered in the air, and Kaito was left to decide the next step in his path to godhood.
Suddenly, a dark energy surged through Kaito, and the air around him grew heavy with malevolent power. The devil inside him awoke with a violent force, breaking free from the chains of his humanity. In the blink of an eye, Kaito's form transformed. His skin darkened, his eyes burned with a fierce red glow, and his once handsome features twisted into a terrifying, monstrous visage. Standing before the woman now was not the boy she had pleaded to, but Kaito in his true devil form—an embodiment of darkness and power.
His presence radiated dominance, and his voice was a low, menacing growl. "You seek liberation?" he asked, his tone dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "But the freedom you desire comes at a cost. Souls like yours are mine to claim, not to release."
The woman trembled, her desperate plea for salvation now meeting the overwhelming force of Kaito's dark nature.