On the off chance that fiendishness could be satisfactorily characterized in a story, Asatu’s would maybe be a competitor. A foundation stooped in otherworldly mystery opened the entryway for fiendishness of impossible extents to work through and to her.
Launched at a young age into a faction blossoming with the faith in creature prevalence, Asatu’s genitals were checked for obliteration in a ritual custom. Her guardians sudden passing drove her to look for otherworldly help in darker places that just wound up snaring her deeper in subjugation.