His wife who died in his arms, his daughter taken before his very eyes, and framed for a murder that led to his death, he crawled up from Naraka to kill the demigod who caused it all, eventually revealing the deity behind all of his anger and anguish: Chakravartin. In a fight which ended in his victory, Asura finally found peace, the mantra that once sustained him now gone along with his enemy.

Now he finds himself in Equestria, among ponies who have only heard of war in tales of old. How will he cope, coming from a land where he had to fight every day of his life, solving all of his problems with closed fists? Will he be able to extend the proverbial hand, not clenched to fight, but open in friendship? Only time will tell.