Anasai (WIP)

Anasai's connection to Ascia, his divine creator, was an intricate web of contradictions. He harbored a sense of bitterness towards Ascasia, resenting his godly status that inherently correlated with authority over him. To Anasai, Ascia was not only his maker but also his unique adversary, a rivalry further ignited by his divine exile from the celestial realms. Yet, in the same breath, Anasai had to acknowledge his very existence relied on this deity's will - a fact he found hard to ignore. This paradox often left Anasai vacillating between reluctant gratitude and simmering resentment.

Their relationship, embittered yet infused with a grudging respect, played out within the confines of the convoluted dimension where Anasai took residence. On rare occasions when Ascia descended upon this realm, Anasai would respond with derision seeking to undermine him; yet beneath this bravado was the timeless need for acceptance – for validation that he mattered.

Ascia maintained his usual stoic disinterest throughout their exchanges.

Anasai harbored an uncommon rapport with Jev, one of his devoted acolytes. Jev's record held five contracts signed in sigils across their skin, each abided by Anasai without fail. Jev's allegiance to Anasai was unflinching; he never probed into Anasai's stratagems or drives and adhered to every directive with steadfast loyalty. Anasai always exhibited a peculiar affection for the reptilian kind, and thus, Jev ranked high among his esteemed minions.

Anasai's association with DL, once simmering with novelty, had metamorphosed into weary familiarity. DL was nothing short of a frequent collaborator, with more than a hundred pacts sealed between him and Anasai alone. The earlier times were amusing for Anasai, who found pleasure in the mortal's audacity to constantly seek out his support. However, as their pact count grew into triple digits, even the immortal Anasai began to falter under the monotony of this mortal's incessant appearance.

DL never directly worshipped Anasai either, which plainly peeved him.

Unraveling the mortal's weaknesses appealed to Anasai initially; it felt like a game – one where he, always, held the upper hand. Yet, as time passed like a slow burning fuse, even their perpetual game lost its allure. Regardless, DL clung onto his affinities for Anasai, increasingly seeking out his company and reveling in their verbal exchanges.

Repulsion tingled at the edges of Anasai’s grim amusement towards this infatuation. But there was no denying the perverse pleasure he derived from being at the center of attention.