Chapter 40 Seeds of War
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"Let's plant Kalpavriksha here!" declared Indra as he strode through the gardens of Amravati City. Heading west, he arrived at the lush forest garden, where the vibrant green grass swayed gently in the breeze.
Outside Amravati City, flowers bloomed in all directions, filling the air with their fragrance.
To the east of the city lay the stables, a grand space where sacred vehicles were stored. Chariots with intricate, ornate frames and iron-clad war chariots stood side by side, gleaming under the celestial light.
Nearby was the Vajra Shilpa, a secure armory where Indra kept his divine weapons: the Indra's Bow, Indradhanush. The divine spear of Indra, Shakti, and the conch Panchajanya, are all displayed as symbols of his power.
To the west of Amravati was Nandana Vana, a tranquil forest garden abundant with Kalpavrikshas, the legendary wish-fulfilling trees. Indra decided to plant this new Kalpavriksha in the northeast corner of the Nandana Vana.
"Kalpavriksha!" Indra mused aloud. Vishnu has said this tree grants wishes that align with Dharma. I wonder if it's truly so."
Standing nearby, Surya tilted his head and gazed at the radiant tree. Excitement sparkled in his eyes as he remarked, "Such a treasure! Look at how it glows with divine light."
"Hahaha, of course, it's true!" Agni laughed heartily. Pointing to a group of Gandharvas busily transplanting the tree, he added, "See? Even as they work, the Kalpavriksha produce food and wine of unparalleled quality. This is its power."
Surya chuckled, shaking his head. "That's a minor wish! A tree this magnificent can fulfill far greater desires!"
Vayu nodded, his expression thoughtful. "We've defeated the Asuras, secured Amrita in Svarga, and now, with the Kalpavriksha our prosperity is overflowing. Truly, the Svarga is truly favored."
"It's time to celebrate!" Vayu exclaimed. "Let's have a party!"
Even Varuna, the usually stoic God of the Oceans, allowed himself a rare smile, joining in the joyous atmosphere.
Indra felt a profound sense of satisfaction. The Svarga was finally at peace, the Bhuoloka was stable, and no bad news had come from Patalaloka. Today was indeed a perfect day.
"Narayana, Narayana~"
The melodious chant of Vishnu echoed across the garden as a lean figure emerged from the shadows, holding a veena. It was none other than the cheerful Narada Muni, his presence instantly catching the attention of the Devas.
"Narada Muni!" they exclaimed in unison, their spirits lifted even higher at his arrival.
The Devas immediately recognized the revered Narada Muni and greeted him respectfully, their hands clasped together.
Narada Muni returned the gesture with a warm smile, bowing slightly before turning his curious gaze toward the Kalpavriksha. "I heard you retrieved the Kalpavriksha from Kshira Sagara, so I came to see it for myself," he said, blinking inquisitively.
The Devas beamed with pride at his interest. "Munivar, behold! This is our wish-fulfilling tree," said Surya, stepping aside to reveal the radiant Kalpavriksha. "Lord Vishnu himself reclaimed it from Hiranyaksha."
"Munivar, take your time. You're welcome to visit anytime!" Agni added enthusiastically.
The Devas exchanged smiles, their hearts swelling with pride. Look at this! Even the esteemed Munivar had come to admire their celestial treasure.
However, Narada Muni suddenly shook his head, his smile fading into a wistful sigh. "What a treasure... what a pity," he murmured, his voice heavy with melancholy.
Indra, puzzled, stepped forward. "Munivar, why do you sigh? What troubles you?" he asked, his curiosity mirrored in the glances of the other Devas.
Narada sighed again and explained, "I was recently in Brahma Loka and saw Brahmadev descending to the Patalaloka to bestow boons. The recipient of these blessings is none other than Hiranyaksha's twin brother, Hiranyakashipu."
At this revelation, the Devas exchanged wary glances.
"Hiranyakashipu is immensely talented and powerful. He was trained by Asura Guru Shukracharya along with his brother from childhood. If he receives Brahma's blessings, he will undoubtedly seek revenge for his brother. When that time comes..." Narada trailed off, letting out a long, sorrowful sigh.
The Devas were momentarily stunned before anger overtook them.
"Does Hiranyakashipu think we Devas are weaklings?" Surya fumed, golden light emanating from his armor in an intense, radiant glow. "Does he believe Svarga can be so easily defied? Even Hiranyaksha couldn't overcome us, and now his brother dares to try?"
"If they challenge us, they will know our strength!" Agni declared, flames flickering fiercely in his eyes. "Strike them hard—strike them until they feel pain until they regret their defiance!"
Devas united in their indignation, and prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead, their resolve burning as brightly as the divine lights and flames surrounding them.
"Let the Asuras of the patala witness the might of the Devas!" Vayu declared, his fists clenched tightly, his voice cold and resolute.
As the fervent voices of the Devas echoed around him, Indra stood in thought. His heart grew heavy, his eyelids twitching as he mulled over the name Narada had mentioned.
Hiranyakashipu?! The name stirred something deep within him—a foreboding familiarity.
Before Indra could delve deeper into his thoughts, Agni stepped forward. With a fiery resolve, he pounded his chest with his fist and addressed Indra loudly.
"King of Svarga!" Agni's voice boomed. "Grant me an army of one thousand soldiers! I, Agni, pledge to lead them, march to the realm of the Asuras, and crush Hiranyakashipu!"
Agni's fiery words roused the others.
"I will be the vanguard!" Vayu stepped forward with unwavering determination. "I will drive the divine chariot and light the path for the Devas!"
Surya joined in, his radiant presence commanding attention. "I shall accompany you! My sun chariot will illuminate the darkest corners of the pataloka and ensure victory for Svarga!"
"I'll go as well, to protect our rear and ensure no Deva is left behind," Varuna added solemnly.
As the Devas rallied with fervent declarations, Indra's thoughts turned inward. He finally recalled the peculiar blessing Hiranyakashipu had received.
Not to die in the sky, not on the earth, not inside a house, not outside a house...
Indra frowned. This was no ordinary adversary. This guy... he's going to be a challenge.
Just as Indra was about to caution his allies against acting impulsively, a Gandharva arrived, rushing toward them with urgency.
"Rajan! There is bad news." the Gandharva exclaimed breathlessly. "An army of Asuras from Patalaloka has emerged at the edge of the human world!"
Hearing this, Indra felt a sinking sensation in his chest. There was no doubt now—a battle was imminent.
"In that case," Indra said, his voice firm, "if they wish to fight, then let us fight!"
As the Devas prepared for war, Narada Muni smiled knowingly. "Narayana, Narayana~" he chimed. "It seems my information was spot on. Svarga is now embroiled in war, so I shall take my leave."
With a respectful gesture, Narada clasped his hands together and turned to depart, leaving the Devas to ready themselves for the battle ahead.
The next moment, a powerful hand tightly gripped Narada Muni's wrist.
"Is the Munivar planning to leave so soon?" Indra asked with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Hmm?" Narada Muni tilted his head slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features.
"Munivar, I must thank you for your timely information," Indra began, his tone smooth. "Your warning has allowed us to prepare for the movements of the Asuras in advance. But now, the Svarga's Army requires a wise guide."
Indra's grip on Narada's wrist tightened ever so slightly. "Rishi Brihaspati should remain within Svarga. Munivar, why not aid the Svargas by accompanying Surya and the others in battle?"
Narada Muni tugged at his wrist, but to his growing dismay, Indra's grasp was unyielding. His ever-present smile faltered slightly.
"This..." Narada hesitated. "I'm afraid my wisdom is inadequate for such a task!"
Indra chuckled, his tone filled with faux admiration. "Munivar, you were born from the Lord Brahma himself and are a devout follower of Lord Vishnu. Your wisdom is unparalleled among the Munis."
With a pointed smile, Indra added, "I trust you'll manage splendidly. After all, Lord Vishnu will surely watch over you." He stressed the name "Vishnu" with deliberate emphasis.
Narada's mind raced. Indra's intentions were clear—he was being dragged into a situation he had no desire to be part of.
This is bad. I've been too careless!
"But—" Narada began, only to be cut off.
"No buts!" Indra interrupted with a feigned air of cheerfulness. "The Lord will watch over you. You are his most loved devotee believe in him."
Narada felt the weight of the situation settle over him like a net tightening around an unsuspecting prey.
"Munivar, surely you won't abandon the Devas in their time of need?" Indra continued, his tone laced with subtle menace. "We Devas fight tirelessly for the balance of the world, often without recognition. If we are met with indifference, it pains us greatly."
Indra leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with mock sincerity. "And when I feel pain, I tend to get... angry. In anger, I might lose my composure and act irrationally. Perhaps, even curse someone. Someone like Garuda, for instance."
At the mention of Garuda, Indra's expression softened into a cunning smile, and he blinked innocently at Narada.
"Munivar," he said casually, "are you familiar with the story of Garuda?"
Narada gulped his thoughts a swirl of dread and regret. I walked into this trap myself!
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Chapter 41 Indra's Gambit
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Garuda, the Mount of Lord Vishnu!
Not long ago, Garuda went to Svarga in search of Indra. However, in the process, he disturbed the King's penance and was cursed by him, never to see Lord Vishnu again. Narada Muni was well aware of this curse. He broke into a cold sweat.
Indra smiled, his tone smooth yet laced with meaning. "It's never good to curse others," he said, his eyes glinting with subtle amusement.
Narada Muni, ever the skeptic, replied with a hint of displeasure, "I don't like it."
Indra's smile widened, his voice shifting into a more reflective tone. "But blessings…" he said thoughtfully, "blessings are far more versatile. They can be far more powerful—and far more dangerous—than curses."
Narada Muni, considering this, responded with a quiet suggestion, "It would be nice to ask you to forget someone... intentionally."
At this, Indra leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for Narada Muni's ears. "Narada Muni," he murmured, a trace of warning in his words, "you wouldn't want the lose the protection of Lord Vishnu, would you?"
The expression on Narada Muni's face changed immediately. His smile froze—halfway between a grin and a grimace as if he were smiling but not quite, or crying but not fully.
Trouble!
"Well..." Narada Muni hesitated. "It is our unshirkable dharmic duty as Rishi Muni to help the Devas resist the Asuras, maintain world peace, and spread the righteousness of the universe."
"Of course, I'll join in!" he said, forcing a smile.
Indra nodded, satisfied. "Good!"
"Agni!" Indra called. "You will lead a legion of 100,000 soldiers, with the assistance of Narada Muni, to the human world to resist the Asura invasion and suppress the Hiranyakashipu to stay in Patalaloka for now."
"Yes, my King!" Agni responded with enthusiasm.
Indra then turned to Vayu, his face beaming with approval. "Vayu, you are the vanguard!"
"Yes, my King!" Vayu replied immediately.
"Surya, Varuna," Indra continued, "take your positions in front of the legions!"
"Yes, my King!" came the chorus of responses.
Indra looked upon his arrangements with great satisfaction.
"I'm waiting for your good news from Svarga. I believe you will be victorious and defeat the Hiranyakashipu!" Indra declared, waving his hand.
"Good!" Surya replied, his voice filled with confidence. "As soon as the Heavenly Legions arrive, the enemy will be defeated!"
The other three Devas also shared their confidence. With their army of 100,000 soldiers, empowered by the Amrita and the gift of immortality, they were sure that even the Asuras would pose little threat.
Soon, the four Devas, along with Narada Muni, whose smile was strained, set out. They ordered the 100,000 Gandharvas to begin their march from Svarga to the human world.
As they left, Indra's expression shifted. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned quickly, heading towards the small woods in the forest garden.
"Everyone who's coming, except for the Legions, please pack your things. Anyone outside Amravati City should return immediately!" Indra commanded in the Temple of the King of Svarga.
The Gandharvas and Devis were puzzled but complied, gathering the idle Gandharvas and Devis to return to Amravati City.
"Indra, what is happening?" At that moment, Brihaspati rushed into the Temple of the King of Svarga. He looked around at the busy Devis and, confused, turned his gaze to Indra.
"Teacher," Indra said, raising his hand to his mouth as he cleared his throat, his tone grave. "The power of Hiranyakashipu is no ordinary force. He wields boons granted by Brahma himself. With such protection, I fear we cannot defeat him in battle without significant preparation and knowing what his boon is."
Brihaspati raised an eyebrow. "Why? Vayu is brave and skilled in battle. Varuna is calm and composed. Agni is fierce, and Surya is powerful. They've all drunk the Amrita and grown stronger, not to mention Narada Muni."
Rishi Brihaspati, who had trained all four Devas—Vayu, Varuna, Agni, and Surya—was puzzled.
Indra fell silent for a moment, pondering the words of Brihaspati. What he said made sense, but…
They were like the four heavenly kings of Svarga—mighty in their own right, but strangely ineffective, always falling short in battle, defeated early in games, just before facing the final boss.
Every time the Asuras completed their penance and received blessings, the four Devas were always the stepping stones.
Of course, it wasn't just the four of them. Much like the Four Heavenly Kings, who were meant to stand as equals, there was always one more, the "NPC" king, the one who truly mattered in the grand scheme. And that king was none other than King Indra himself.
Indra was the final test, the real challenge, the true gatekeeper of Svarga.
"Better to plan and leave an escape route in case of defeat!" Indra said with a smile.
"Oh?" Brihaspati, the Immortal Teacher, blinked in curiosity. "Then where are you planning to go?"
Indra stretched out his right hand, placing his thumb against his palm and revealing four fingers. "I've thought this through carefully and prepared four routes: south, north, east, and west."
"Going south in Bhu Loka, we could head to Yama Loka, but the location of Yama City is too obvious, which could be problematic."
Indra paused, his expression thoughtful as he weighed the situation. "We could head to Vaikuntha, searching for Lord Vishnu," he began, his voice laced with caution. "Well, if we were to go east, we could try the Kshira Sagara to find Lord Vishnu. But that would involve traveling through the human world's space, which is dangerous and inefficient. And that's something I cannot allow. So, I've decided against it."
He sighed heavily, his thoughts lingering on the weight of the decision. "As for Kailash... it is a place of deep tranquility and asceticism. Disturbing its peace would be an affront. We cannot risk angering Lord Shiva, not when we are already at war at Asuras."
Brihaspati paused for a moment, confused.
"Wait a minute, did you say Amravati City has to be moved?" Brihaspati asked, his brow furrowed.
"Of course! How could we let such a large place go to waste?" Indra replied matter-of-factly.
"It's best to head upwards to the Brahma Realm. It's vast and spacious, and no one can enter and exit freely." Indra nodded and stroked his chin, speaking with certainty.
At this point, Brihaspati was thoroughly confused, his mind spinning with questions.
The Milk Sea and Brahma Realm are not even in the east-west direction—how can they be referred to as east or west?
Brihaspati quickly shook his head, dismissing these thoughts.
Cough! Cough!
"I think we shouldn't rush. The odds of winning are still very high! Let's wait and see how things unfold with the Devas."
As he spoke, Brihaspati waved his hand, and a smooth, glowing mirror materialized before him and Indra. The mirror shimmered as it appeared, revealing a new view.
Kailash.
Shiva Mahadeva sat upon a large rock, one foot resting on the ground and the other on his lap. He nodded slightly, closed his eyes with a serene smile, and entered meditation.
The sacred cow Nandi stood nearby, clasping his hands in reverence as he gazed at his Lord with deep respect and admiration.
"The Lord is smiling—something good must have happened," Nandi thought to himself. His long ears twitched with joy, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, reflecting his happiness.
Above the Sea of Milk.
Vaikuntha.
Vishnu exhaled a long sigh of relief. His serene smile remained, but there was a newfound cheerfulness about him. He turned his head slightly and cast a loving glance at his wife, Devi Lakshmi.
Brahmaloka.
Brahma observed the movements of the three realms. After hearing Indra's plan, his expression grew serious, and he became lost in thought.
No way... he wondered. If the Devas really lose to Hiranyakashipu, he won't actually move the entire Svarga here, will he?
It's all because of that blasted blessing!
"Dev why do you look so troubled?" Devi Sarasvati asked, her voice filled with curiosity. As the music from the veena in her hands came to an abrupt halt, the divine melody faded away, and she turned her gaze toward Brahma.
Brahma's beard twitched, and his eyes darted to one side.
"Devi..." Brahma began softly, clearing his throat, "Would you mind having a few more people in our Brahmaloka?"
"A few more people?" Devadess Sarasvati blinked in confusion.
"Not many, just a few hundred thousand," Brahma explained patiently.
Sarasvati's brow furrowed as she tilted her head, her mind filled with a string of question marks.
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Chapter 42 The Dawn of Despair
On the other side, in the human world, near the waters of South Jambudvipa, Agni rode a golden-horned billy Sheep, leading countless armies in formations across the skies. The mighty Legions of Svarga, clad in brilliant silver armor and wielding spears, bows, and arrows filled the skies. The dazzling armor shimmered so brightly that it blotted out the sun, casting a silver hue across the earth.
"Aruna, let us become the dawn and light the way forward!"
Surya, dressed in resplendent golden armor, stood atop his sun chariot, waving his mighty hand forward.
The seven divine horses neighed loudly as their hooves pounded the ground in unison. The reins, turbulent and wild, were gripped tightly by the legless young god, Aruna, who drove the chariot with unwavering precision.
Aruna, the God of Dawn, was the elder brother of Garuda and the driver of the sun chariot under Surya's command.
"No force can stand against us, for we are the dawn, and the day is ours to claim!"
"Dawn!!!"
Aruna, with a sudden roar, seized the reins and urged the divine chariot forward. In an instant, they vanished into the human world. The seven horses galloped fiercely, and the chariot radiated the light of dawn, piercing the void and dispelling the cold, silent space around it. The chariot of the sun lit up the world, breaking through the darkness and guiding the Legions behind.
"Soldiers!"
Vayu, holding a sharp divine spear and a divine bow, led the Gazelle, which pulled the divine chariot, moving as swiftly as the wind, right behind the sun chariot.
The hundred thousand strong soldiers followed closely behind, marching under the light of dawn.
Boom! Boom!
The space at the edge of the human world and the Patala loka trembled violently. Shaking quakes rippled through the air, distorting the fabric of the world.
The sun chariot descended like a blazing star, cutting through the layers of void before appearing in the deep, dark realm. Surya narrowed his eyes.
On the cracked, dry red, and black land ahead, a vast Asura army had gathered. The Asura Legions stood in tight formation, weapons in hand, awaiting the arrival of the gods, as if they had long prepared for this moment.
A towering figure, seemingly an Asura, stood at the front of the Asura armies. His imposing presence felt like a mountain of mandalas, exuding an aura of boundless power.
But what was most terrifying... This figure's face was identical to Hiranyaksha's!
"Hiranyaksha…..!"
Surya's face twisted with horror, but then he quickly shook his head. "No, Hiranyaksha was slain by Lord Vishnu avatar, Varaha. You are... Hiranyakashipu!" Surya's voice rang out in disbelief.
His sun chariot soared to great heights, and the golden sun, radiating boundless brilliance, instantly illuminated the entire land.
The Vayu's gazelle-drawn chariot shot forward. Fueled by an intense fighting spirit, he took the lead as the vanguard of the Legions. Drawing the God of Wind's bow, he released an arrow of swirling wind, transforming it into a force of nature.
"Soldiers, heed my command!" Vayu roared as he released the wind arrow.
The arrow twisted and multiplied in mid-air, splitting from one into two, two into four, four into eight…
In an instant, thousands of arrows manifested, a veritable curtain of arrows falling across the land, heading straight for the Asura Legions.
Vayu held the divine bow, his eyes flashing with satisfaction as he watched the onslaught unfold.
Still powerful, he thought to himself. The Asura Legions hesitated, their fear palpable as they watched the arrows fill the sky. But Hiranyakashipu stood firm, unmoving, his presence a daunting calm in the chaos.
General Nishumbha frowned, stepping forward to take action, but she was halted by a cane thrust before her chest.
"Don't rush!"
Asura Teacher Shukracharya's voice was steady and composed. He retracted his arm, and his gaze shifted to the imposing figure of Hiranyakashipu in front of him.
Hiranyakashipu slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting the approaching force of the wind god, Vayu, and the fire god, Agni, whose chariot was now charging forward with a hundred thousand celestial Legions behind it.
The corner of Hiranyakashipu's mouth curled into a slight, cold smile. In an instant, he turned his right hand, spreading his fingers wide.
Light flickered in the palm of his hand, and a massive mace materialized. With a swift motion, he swung the hammer down into the air, its power emanating like a storm.
The mace began to change, multiplying at a terrifying speed. It grew exponentially, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of massive maces were created, each one spinning as it collided with the thousands of arrows.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The arrows of the God of Wind, which had once filled the sky, were obliterated in an instant, exploding into nothingness with a deafening sound.
More massive maces rained down from the sky, dark and ominous, crashing down upon the devas and their Legions.
Boom!
Vayu watched in horror as the giant mace grew larger and larger, filling his vision before appearing directly in front of him. With a thunderous impact, it slammed into his head, sending him flying from his sacred chariot, which flipped and crashed to the ground.
In the wake of the hammer's destructive force, many of the Gandharva army were struck down as well. The gods fell to the earth in droves, like dumplings tossed into boiling water.
"Ahhh!"
"It hurts!"
Screams echoed one after another.
Surya opened his mouth in shock, staring at the chaos unfolding before him.
Something is wrong with this situation! Shouldn't the Devas be marching triumphantly, pushing their way into the Patalaloka and defeating the Asura King?
What is happening here?!
A wave of horror washed over Surya as he realized the true power of Hiranyakashipu. He was invincible.
In a panic, Surya called out, "Aruna, we need to leave, now!"
Aruna's expression tightened. Without hesitation, he pulled the reins, turned the chariot, and urged the horses to gallop.
The flying maces rained down relentlessly. Fortunately, Aruna's driving skills were unmatched. He weaved expertly through the chaos, maneuvering the chariot up, down, left, and right, narrowly dodging each hammer.
"Surya!"
At that moment, Agni appeared, riding his golden-horned Sheep.
"Be careful, Agni—!"
Before Surya could finish his warning, a massive mace struck Agni directly. With a thunderous crash, Agni was sent plummeting to the ground like a meteor, creating a giant crater upon impact.
"!!!"
"Agni!"
Surya gasped in horror, clutching the frame of the chariot. His heart raced as he caught sight of countless war hammers barreling toward them. The sacred chariot bucked violently, and Surya's panic intensified.
The power of this Hiranyakashipu rivals that of the golden-eyed warrior, and may even be greater.
Vayu had fallen without resistance. The same fate had befallen Vulcan.
"Let's go! We must retreat immediately!"
"Quickly, head to Vaikuntha and seek help from the preserver of the world!" Surya shouted, his large hand outstretched in urgency.
All of this was being watched by Rishi Brihaspati and Indra. As the mirror rippled and turned off.
Rishi Brihaspati stood frozen, his mouth agape as he watched the scenes unfolding before him. The 100,000-strong legion in Svarga—gone in an instant?!
"Fortunately, I was prepared," Indra muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He sighed deeply and began to turn away.
All the Devas had consumed the Amrita of immortality, so casualties were no longer a concern.
Rishi Brihaspati hurried forward, patting Indra's arm in a panic. "King, you're going to Brahma Loka. What about the others?"
Indra glanced at the Rishi with a puzzled expression.
"Am I such a selfish person?" Indra replied. "As a member of my Svarga Loka, I'll ensure every resident is cared for. You needn't worry. I'll head to the Suryaloka now and escort Surya's subjects to Brahma Loka first."
"As for rescuing the Devas in the hands of Asuras, we need to plan carefully. Don't worry, teacher."
"But is it too late?" Rishi Brihaspati asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Don't worry," Indra said with a reassuring smile. "The Devas, Gandharvas, and the entire legions are immortal. Hiranyakashipu is no easy foe but even he won't kill them."
Indra patted Rishi Brihaspati's shoulder comfortingly. "By the way, mentor, your wife Tara is still in the human world. Would you like to join us?"
Upon hearing this, Rishi Brihaspati breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's no need to worry. Last night, Soma came to me and told me that Tara was not safe in the human world, so I had him transform into moonlight to bring her here."
"They should be back in Svarga soon."
"Soma is quite thoughtful!" Rishi Brihaspati smiled brightly. Indra stared at him, utterly confused.
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Chapter 43 A King's Sacrifice
Indra frowned, his brows knitting together as realization dawned. No wonder Soma was absent!
"Let me handle things like this from now on. Soma has proven unreliable," Indra muttered, his tone sharp with disapproval.
He did have a good relationship with Soma—one might even call it camaraderie—but that only made his frustrations more poignant. Soma, the god of the moon and Soma ras, was notoriously indulgent, far more so than even Indra in his younger, wilder days. If Indra had once been careful to avoid "stirring the waters too close to home," as the saying went, Soma made no such distinctions.
More troublingly, Soma's affinity for intoxicants wasn't just his divine domain; it was his greatest temptation. Indra couldn't help but worry. Would Soma's indulgences lead to harm, intentionally or not?
Turning to his teacher, the wise Rishi Brihaspati, Indra spoke with a mixture of concern and authority. "Teacher, please watch Soma more closely in the days to come. Teach him the essence of Dharma."
Brihaspati tilted his head, his expression bemused. "What exactly do you mean by that, Indra?"
Indra sighed and shook his head. "Never mind if you don't understand, Teacher. When the time comes, I'll spar with Soma myself and knock some sense into him." His voice carried an edge of humor, though it was clear he meant every word.
Having said his piece, Indra wasted no time. He turned on his heel, his form shimmering with divine energy, and launched himself into the skies toward Suryaloka.
The journey was swift, the wind bending to his will as he raced toward his destination. Before long, Indra arrived at the main temple, a structure so radiant it seemed to embody the very essence of the sun itself.
Standing before the dazzling edifice, Indra's divine form began to expand. His presence magnified tenfold, his radiant eyes gleaming like miniature suns. Thunder crackled in the skies above, wrapping his body in bolts of lightning as he assumed his greatest form—a god of storms and thunder.
The Suryaloka responded to his arrival, its light intensifying, beams of celestial energy spilling forth to illuminate the heavens. The divine architecture trembled under the weight of Indra's power, as though bowing to the King of Svarga.
Indra smirked, though his expression remained focused. This was his realm, his domain. No power within Svarga could defy him.
Boom!
The palace shuddered violently, the ground quaking as Indra's aura rippled outward, shaking the celestial realm itself.
"This ends here," Indra murmured to himself, his gaze hard and determined.
The palace had no choice but to yield to its King.
At that moment, a devi adorned in a flowing red dress stepped gracefully out of the Surya's adobe.
Her beauty was mesmerizing, with a delicate cinnabar mark gracing her forehead, a symbol of her divine heritage. Her golden gown draped around her figure, accentuating her curves and radiating an aura of vitality and fertility. She exuded a presence as vibrant and life-giving as a mare in her prime—an embodiment of abundance and nurturing energy.
This was none other than Sanjna, goddess of clouds and dusk.
The wife of Surya, daughter of the celestial craftsman Vishvakarma, and mother to Yama and Yamuna, the Ashwini twins. Sanjna's identity was etched into the skies. Her radiance, soft yet commanding, was unmistakable.
"Indradev, what are you doing here?" Sanjna asked, her voice trembling. She instinctively stepped back, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. Fear flickered in her wide eyes as she continued, "Where is Surya?"
"There's no time to explain!" Indra's voice was sharp, his tone urgent. "The legions of Asuras are preparing to attack Svarga. I must send you to Brahmaloka for safety."
Without waiting for her response, Indra clasped his hands together in a gesture of divine command. The entire palace rumbled violently as its very foundations detached from Svarga, lifting into the skies.
Boom!
Sanjna staggered, her footing unsteady as the temple trembled and surged upward. Confusion and fear played across her face as she swayed, clutching a nearby golden pillar for support.
"Hold on! I'm speeding up!" Indra shouted, his eyes fixed resolutely ahead.
The palace accelerated, propelled by Indra's divine power. Sanjna gasped, her cheeks flushed with terror as she slid to the ground, leaning against the pillar to steady herself.
Above the skies of Svarga, the celestial expanse unfolded—a vast, boundless realm shimmering with ethereal light.
"Pranam Devi Sarasvati!" Indra called out, his voice echoing with reverence.
His gaze fell upon the radiant form of Sarasvati, goddess of wisdom and knowledge. She rode a graceful swan, her veena resting delicately in her hands. Her luminous presence illuminated their path forward.
In an instant, the celestial space transformed.
The skies turned a serene, endless blue, a sea of clouds rising in majestic waves. The air was perfumed with the delicate fragrance of blooming lotus flowers, and divine tranquility enveloped the realm.
At the heart of this sacred realm, Brahmaloka, sat two radiant figures cross-legged, their forms exuding an aura of timeless wisdom and boundless power.
"We've arrived," Indra announced solemnly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment.
The palace came to rest, its journey complete. They were now in Brahmaloka, the abode of the Creator.
Indra curled his lips into a faint smile as he descended gracefully on a cloud, carefully placing the Sun Temple down with practiced ease.
"Pranam Brahmadev! Pranam Devi!" Indra greeted, bowing with his hands pressed together in reverence to Brahma and the goddess Sarasvati, who sat resplendent in the celestial radiance of Brahmaloka.
"The Svarga is under siege," he explained, his tone steady yet tinged with urgency. "The Asura King, Hiranyakashipu, armed with a new boon, has launched an assault on the Devas. I've had no choice but to relocate the Suryaloka here for safety. I'm afraid it will have to remain in Brahmaloka for some time."
Indra's expression softened slightly as he offered a faint, apologetic smile, his words carrying the weight of duty.
Sarasvati, the goddess of wisdom and learning, shifted her gaze to the silent Brahma beside her. Her knowing eyes lingered on her husband, whose guilt was all too apparent. She understood the situation immediately.
Hiranyakashipu's newfound power was clearly the result of a boon granted by Brahma himself. Yet Sarasvati, in her wisdom, had also ensured that the Devas retained the blessing allowing them entry into Brahmaloka—a safeguard that was proving indispensable now.
"It is permitted," Sarasvati said calmly, her voice resonating with divine authority.
At that moment, Sanjna regained her composure. Glancing around the divine realm, her gaze fell upon Lord Brahma and Sarasvati. It was only then that she realized her earlier misunderstanding of Indra's intentions. Embarrassed, she quickly bowed low in apology to the celestial couple.
Before she could turn and offer her apologies to Indra, however, the King of Svarga was already gone.
Whoosh!
A flash of thunder illuminated the skies as Indra sped back to Svarga, his movements swift and purposeful. His destination was clear: Chandraloka, the adobe of the Moon.
At the Temple of the Moon
As Indra arrived, the temple was bathed in a soft, silver glow, reflecting the serene radiance of the lunar deity it housed. Almost immediately, twenty-seven ethereal figures emerged, their graceful forms moving with urgency.
Rohini, the chief consort, led the group, her beauty radiant even amid chaos. She was accompanied by the other Nakshatra goddesses, each representing a star constellation and each more exquisite beauty than the last. Together, they bowed deeply before the King of Svarga.
"Pranam, Raja Indra!" they chorused, their voices harmonious and tinged with concern.
Indra wasted no time. "The Asuras are advancing. Svarga is in grave danger. I must transport you to Brahmaloka for your safety," he declared.
Rohini stepped forward, her face a mix of worry and longing. "King of Svarga," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "my husband has not returned in a long time. Where is Soma? Why is he not here with us?"
Her question hung in the air, the other goddesses looking to Indra for an answer. But the King of Svarga's face remained impassive, his thoughts hidden as he prepared for the task at hand.
Indra froze for a moment, his mind racing. How does she know Soma isn't with Vayu and Agni?! Blinking rapidly, he suddenly had a spark of inspiration.
"Eh~" Indra's voice shifted to a more confident tone, his expression brightening. "I'm not sure where Soma has gone, but it might indeed be dangerous. However, worry not. I will send you all to Brahmaloka shortly. There, you can ask the Lord Brahma and Devi Sarasvati directly."
He paused, letting the brilliance of his plan unfold. "Lord Brahma is the creator of the Universe who has created everything in the Tri Loka, surely knows Soma's whereabouts and can summon him back. Additionally, you could perform penance before the Brahma and devi Saraswati, seeking their blessing to grant you the ability to see Soma at any time. In that way, you will never have to worry about him again."
Indra clapped his hands together, a satisfied smile on his face. Wonderful! He was indeed truly full of good ideas today!
Rohini's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and the other Nakshatra goddesses exchanged enlightened glances.
"Surely this resolves the greatest challenge in your lives," Indra said with a teasing grin, raising an eyebrow as he spread his hands in mock impatience. "Why has no one thanked me yet?"
The Nakshatra goddesses, with Rohini at the forefront, beamed with radiant smiles. In an instant, they clasped their hands together in sincere gratitude.
"Thank you, O great and wise King of Svarga!" they chorused in perfect harmony, their voices filled with admiration.
Indra wasted no time, acting with the precision and efficiency befitting the King of Svarga.
The Moon Temple was the first to be sent to Brahmaloka. One by one, the grand palaces of Agni; Varuna, and Vayu were also carefully transported to the Satya Loka. Each was safely secured under the watchful eyes of Brahma and Sarasvati.
Soon, Svarga stood eerily empty. The once-bustling realm of the Devas was now devoid of its glorious temples, its grandeur relocated for protection.
All that remained was the magnificent Amravati city, the abode of the King of Svarga.
Back at Amravati
Indra strode purposefully into the palace of the King of Svarga. His gaze fell upon the grand Throne of the King of Svarga, which stood proudly at the center of the temple. Its brilliance seemed to outshine the entire space, glowing with a golden radiance that evoked awe and reverence.
This throne, the symbol of divine authority, was the center of the cosmos—bright, dazzling, and undeniably alluring.
Indra sighed deeply, his expression softening.
"It's all because of this seat," he murmured to himself. "Hiranyakashipu desires it so much. Very well… I'll leave this seat to anyone who asks for it."
His thoughts lingered for a moment, heavy with resolve. He knew the throne's symbolic power, yet his duty to Svarga and its people far outweighed personal pride.
Indra, the King of Svarga, was prepared to make sacrifices.
He shook his head, striding purposefully out of the palace of the Heavenly King. His steps echoed with finality as he walked along the road leading out of Amravati City. With each step, his form began to expand, growing vast and imposing. His divine skin glowed like molten gold, radiating brilliance across the sky. He inhaled deeply, swallowing the air like storm clouds, and exhaled with the force of a gale. Waves of terrifying pressure rippled outward, a silent warning to anyone who dared oppose him.
"This is the last city of Amravati left…" Indra murmured under his breath.
The King of Svarga paused, rubbing his hands together as if preparing for an immense task. Amravati City, the crown jewel of the heavens and the largest of all was left for last.
Just as he was about to lift the grand city, a sudden cry for help broke through the stillness.
"Indra, save me!"
The voice, unmistakable and filled with desperation, jolted Indra's focus. He turned around sharply, his eyes narrowing.
From the distance, the figure of Varuna came into view. Varuna was astride his divine mount, the great Makara—a fearsome creature with the shape of a crocodile, the head of a sheep, and the tail of a fish. The Makara moved with incredible speed, darting like lightning across the skies.
Chasing close behind was an Asura general, his presence exuding malevolence as he pursued relentlessly.
"Who?!" Indra's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his expression incredulous. "It's not Hiranyakashipu, yet you dare to chase all the way into Svarga?! Are all Asuras so bold now?"
His tone grew sharp, crackling with divine authority. "Who gave you the courage!"
Indra planted his feet firmly on the ground, his towering form casting a shadow over the heavens. His neck twisted with a resounding crack, like thunder rolling through the clouds.
Slowly, with the air around him shimmering from his divine power, Indra raised his hand.
In a flash, a magnificent seven-colored bow appeared in his palm, its radiance splitting the sky. The bow, glowing with celestial hues, seemed to pulse with the power of storms and lightning.
"Indra Dhanush!"
The very air trembled at the sight of the King of Svarga's legendary weapon.
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Chapter 44 Indra's Wrath
Indra stood sideways, his colossal elemental form stretching as vast as the sky. Blue lightning coiled around him like serpents, crackling with divine energy. His Sahsrakavacha gleamed brilliantly, radiating a light that seemed to illuminate the sky. At this moment, he appeared as a furious giant who shall crush all who opposed him.
His eyes, blazing like twin suns, burned with an intensity that could pierce through any shadow. His presence was as immovable as a mountain, exuding an aura of overwhelming dominance.
In his immense hand, he held the divine bow, its bowstring shimmering like a rainbow across the skies. With a steady motion, Indra drew back the string, the tension crackling with raw energy.
Whoosh!
A thunderbolt of light burst forth, slicing through the air with terrifying speed.
The blue lightning streaked past the edge of Makara, narrowly missing the divine beast. The sheer force of the bolt caused Varuna and Makara to freeze in terror. Both trembled, momentarily stunned by the devastating power that had just been unleashed.
The pursuing Asura general halted in his tracks, his expression shifting from rage to alarm. His grip tightened on the scimitar in his hand—a weapon forged by the legendary Asura craftsman Maya, imbued with waves of divine power. With a defiant roar, he swung the scimitar downward.
The blade gleamed, radiating a galaxy-like cascade of light as its power surged forward in a torrent of destruction.
Boom!
Indra's arrow struck with perfect precision. The thunderbolt tore through the void, meeting the scimitar mid-swing. The weapon shattered into countless shards, each fragment glowing with remnants of divine energy.
The fragments shot backward, embedding themselves in the Asura general's chest with explosive force.
A blinding thunderstorm erupted from the impact. Lightning surged outward like a swarm of furious serpents, writhing and striking with relentless fury. The electric Naga coiled around the Asura's form, biting deep into his flesh.
In an instant, his chest was ripped apart. Flesh and blood erupted violently, scattering in all directions. A gaping, smoldering wound now marred his once-imposing figure.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The Asura let out an earth-shaking scream as his body twisted in agony. In his desperation, he revealed his true form—a massive, grotesque giant with three heads, ten arms, and a serpentine tail. Yet even in this monstrous shape, a gaping hole remained in his chest, leaking divine ichor.
With a swift motion, the Asura turned and fled, his serpentine tail undulating wildly as he retreated into the distance.
Indra tilted his head slightly, a mix of amusement and disdain flickering across his expression.
"It didn't die in one shot?" he mused aloud, his voice laced with both awe and irritation. "This Asura is quite capable."
Yet his sharp gaze never wavered. Indra raised the divine bow again, drawing another arrow with ease.
Boom!
This time, the thunderbolt struck its mark with absolute finality.
All three heads of the Asura exploded simultaneously, bursting into countless fragments. The sky was filled with a cascade of blazing light as the remnants of his form were obliterated.
The battlefield fell silent, the Asura's monstrous figure reduced to nothing but ashes scattered by the winds.
Varuna quivered slightly, his face shifting from alarm to astonishment. He quickly clamped his legs together, urging his mount, Makara, forward. The divine beast, swift as lightning, charged toward Indra.
"Indra! My good brother, the commander of the Devas, I'm glad you're here!" Varuna called, his voice laced with a hint of fear as his gaze darted around, searching for any sign of danger.
Indra, standing with an air of supreme calmness, observed the space behind Varuna and asked, his voice steady yet tinged with suspicion, "Where is Surya? Didn't he retreat?"
Indra's eyes had witnessed Surya retreating from the battlefield with his gaze, and now, it troubled him to see his absence.
"He should have gone to the Kshira Sagara to find Lord Vishnu," Varuna answered quickly, his expression grim. "Vayu and Agni have both fallen into the hands of the Asura."
As he spoke, Varuna's face darkened, a sudden realization flashing in his eyes. "Many Asuras have already reached Svarga, what should we do?"
Indra frowned deeply. He grasped his divine bow with practiced ease and extended his senses, scanning the entire realm of Svarga.
The divine light of Svarga illuminated everything, its vastness stretching far and wide, reflecting in Indra's focused eyes. The clouds shifted lazily overhead, the essence of all things visible. But something was amiss. Not only were Asuras here, but a surge of "foreign objects"—likely enemies—had begun appearing, converging upon their position.
He exhaled slowly, assessing the dire situation. "You move Amravati City to Brahma Loka, and I will handle the rest."
Indra took a step forward, his eyes narrowed in determination. With his back to Varuna, his presence was all-consuming. His power radiated as he prepared for the battle ahead.
Varuna looked around, bewildered. In the vast expanse of Svarga, only the massive Amravati City remained—every other city and palace had vanished.
"Brahma Loka?!"
The realization struck him like a thunderbolt. Indra had already thought of an escape route.
Varuna's eyes brightened, his anxiety easing into understanding. "I understand now!"
Nodding rapidly, he called to his mount, Makara, and urged it toward Amravati City, moving swiftly to carry out his part of the plan.
Meanwhile, Indra stood still, his eyes gazing into the horizon. With a calm, measured motion, he raised his divine bow and pointed it toward the heavens.
In that instant, he drew the bowstring back, and the full moon-shaped string crackled with blue lightning. The electric energy coiled around it, transforming into dozens of lightning arrows.
Whoosh!
With a thunderous release, the arrows shot into the sky, their streaks of blue light like bolts from the gods themselves.
The Svarga shuddered, as the Asuras, already swarming in, rushed forward with unrelenting fury. Their numbers surged like a tidal wave, and leading the charge were the fearsome Asura generals, Nishumbha and Shumbha.
The battle was about to begin.
Nishumbha had wild black hair, his form was encased in dark armor that seemed to pulse with primal energy. His body was massive and sturdy, exuding a raw, ancient power like a beast unleashed from the depths of time.
Shumbha, on the other hand, had piercing blue eyes that glinted coldly, his lean frame deceptively powerful. In his hand, he gripped a crescent-shaped sword, its sharp edge gleaming ominously in the light.
"Is this Svarga?" Nishumbha muttered, his voice rough as he gazed around in awe.
"It's vast... far more spacious than I imagined," he added, scanning the endless expanse. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the empty, rolling sea of clouds.
"Why is there nothing but clouds?" Nishumbha's voice was laced with confusion.
"No!" Shumbha suddenly interrupted, his sharp eyes narrowing. "Over there, a city!" His cold tone carried the weight of realization. "They've all run away, but there's still one city left. We'll go there!"
Nishumbha's lips twisted into a grin as he laughed heartily. "The Devas are nothing but cowards. It's good they've fled. This place is ours now!" His voice boomed, filling the space with mocking amusement.
The entire Asura legions joined in, their laughter echoing ominously through the clouds, adding to the growing darkness.
Boom!
Suddenly, the sky above the horizon exploded with a brilliant blue light. A pillar of radiant energy shot into the heavens, casting everything in Svarga into chaos. The serene white clouds instantly darkened, turning into ominous black masses, swallowing the light and plunging the realm into shadow.
Varuna, standing beside Amravati City, turned his gaze upward. His eyes filled with awe as he clasped his hands together, bowing deeply.
"Everything else is up to you Indra!" he chanted reverently.
As the black clouds rolled in, they devoured the light, slowly erasing the Asuras' shadows as they fell into the consuming darkness. The sea of clouds trembled violently, and in the distance, the air crackled with energy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunder rumbled through Svarga, shaking the very foundations of the realm. Lightning tore through the void, and endless bolts of thunder cascaded from the sky like torrents of rain. The air was thick with the sizzling heat of divine power.
Each bolt of lightning struck down, exploding upon impact, tearing into the Asuras with terrifying force. Thunderous Nagas—serpentine beings made of pure lightning—danced in the air, their bodies flashing like streaks of light, amplifying the chaos. The Asuras screamed in pain, their bodies consumed by the relentless bolts of thunder.
Screams echoed through the clouds, the sounds of Asuras scrambling to escape the storm of destruction.
"Scatter, you fools! Get out of here before we're all dead!"
"No! Don't leave me here! Someone, help me!"
"Please, I throw down my weapon! Have mercy!"
The Asura legions fell into disarray as they were blasted apart by the divine fury raining down from the heavens, their pleas drowned out by the thunder that echoed through the very heart of Svarga.
Accompanied by screams of agony and terror, more than half of the Asura legions were obliterated in an instant. The remaining ones, paralyzed with fear and unable to flee, were left helpless in the wake of the storm.
"Ah!!!"
In an instant of carelessness, Shumba's thigh was struck by a massive bolt of thunder. The flesh blackened and began to smoke, the smell of burnt meat filling the air. The destructive power of the lightning coursed through his body, searing him from the inside out.
Uh-huh!
With quick reflexes, Shumbha swung his scimitar, severing the blackened flesh from his mount. His heart raced as he realized the intensity of the assault.
"It's the King of Svarga!" Shumbha exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.
He had not expected Indra, the King of Svarga, to remain in Svarga while the Asuras ransacked it.
"I will block these arrows!" Nishumbha's eyes glowed with renewed vigor. "I have the blessing of invulnerability! Let's kill him together!"
A deep, rumbling roar escaped Nishumbha's throat as he struck his chest with both fists. His body expanded in size, turning into a massive beast that blotted out the sky and sun. Lightning arrows rained down upon him, but they seemed to have no effect, dissipating harmlessly against his indomitable form.
Shumbha, seeing this, quickly darted behind Nishumbha for cover, following closely as they charged forward.
In the distance, Indra stood, eyes narrowing as he observed the charging Nishumbha. He tilted his head slightly, a faint flicker of interest in his eyes.
"Is that so?" Indra's voice was cold and deliberate as his gaze lingered on the approaching beast. Blessing? A dangerous thought crossed his mind.
A flicker of light sparked in Indra's eyes. Without hesitation, he pulled his divine bow once more, releasing a volley of arrows. Rolling black clouds descended again, heavier and darker than before. Thunder and lightning crackled through the air, and arrows of pure divine energy sped toward the massive beast.
The lightning rained down upon Nishumbha's form, but it was as if the arrows were mere droplets in a storm. The power of Nishumbha'sinvulnerabilityy shielded him, and the bolts dissipated without even leaving a mark.
"No Astra and Shastra, Dev, Asur can kill me!" Nishumbha roared triumphantly, his voice booming across the battlefield. "You can't defeat me, Indra!"
His voice echoed through the clouds, filled with maddening confidence as he prepared for the next move in this divine confrontation.
