Chapter 40 - 38: Public Marches To Palace... Shield Can’t Be Breached...
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Sarpaasura’s Kingdom...
At the heart of decay—
Sat Sarpaasura Hridaya-Shata.
A king who ruled not with order—But with indulgence.
Suddenly a guard entered the royal court.
A guard knelt before him in respect.
Voice steady—
"My lord... the armies of King Vasuki and King Shesha are mobilizing. They seems to be preparing for war."
Sarpaasura who heard what he wanted to hear—Laughed. Loud. Unrestrained.
His face was brimming with excitement.
"-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Finally... Someone comes to kill me."
His tongue flicked out—Eyes gleaming in happiness.
-Flicker!
His heart is filled with. Anticipation, not fear.
"Let them come. Let them try. Each death... Will make me stronger."
Then... His gaze shifted to the corner of the royal court.
To the chained figures—Nagashree and Anantrika.
Their bodies stiffened. Feeling the mad man’s gaze on them.
Their eyes—Cold. Defiant.
Seeing their reaction. A grin spread across Sarpaasura’s face.
-Grin!
"I won’t kill your fathers."
A pause. Heavy. As if he wanted them to look at him with fear not defiance.
"After all... They are to become my father-in-laws."
As soon as those words dropped like a bombshell.
Both of their faces paled.
"...."
Not fear of death—Fear of what comes before it.
Even through they have confidence on their fathers strength.
They couldn’t help but shiver just thinking about marrying this mad tyrant.
Because Sarpaasura—Did not destroy quickly.
He consumed slowly enjoying their suffering as it was a music to him.
Just when everything is moving according his plan.
The Second Report arrived...
Another Nag guard burst in.
This time—Panic. Written on his face taking deep breath.
"My lord! A boy—! He’s killing our soldiers! Whoever confronts him... dies! The people... are gathering behind him! Supporting him..."
As soon as the words left the guard’s mouth.
Sarpaasura’s smile faded.
"...."
Not into rage. But Into cold irritation
He sighed like he was giving up. As if inconvenienced.
-Sigh!
"Why...? Why are they against me?"
He leaned back on his throne—Almost offended by this betrayal.
"Am I not a good ruler? I even made them pay extra taxes on my birthday and 20% extra on their birthday... And they gave it happily."
He couldn’t think why would peoples support someone who was murdering the very guards who put their life on line to protect them.
Not cruelty. Delusion which comes with power.
He waved his hand dismissively as if he was about to order to clean up a trash.
"Send an elite unit."
🏹 Orders Given 30 to 40 archers.
Eliminate the boy Kill anyone supporting him.
Taking a deep breath while his eyes gleamed coldly he finally uttered in disgust
"Traitors... do not deserve to live."
His Tone is. Not filled with anger. Not urgency.
But with Routine.
As if crushing rebellion—Was just another task in hs daily life...
Meanwhile down the streets...
Devara walked calmly.
Not hurried. Not hiding. Deliberate To show his presence to the enemy.
Each step—A statement about his arrival.
Every Guard That Stood against him or tried to fight him.
Fell even before they could close on him.
Not brutally. Not recklessly.
Precisely in a single swing of his axe.
It almost looked like he was pro player in a game bullying a beginner NPC in a game.
Those who attacked sneakily—Died.
Those who oppressed—Were cut down.
Rudhirabhra axe moved like judgment itself.
And with each fall—Blood of those guards washed the streets.
Leaving behind the path in which Devara was currently walking.
But something else washed with it.
Fear of the crowds who were witnessing this scene.
And they slowly began to change and gain their confidence.
Which could be seen through... At first—They followed quietly.
Then—Whispers began. Then—Voices little louder.
Then as they moved forward and stepped on the bloods of the guards.
Words—That had never been spoken aloud.
Where shouted at the streets as if they were protesting.
Against Sarpaasura. After a long time. Defiance is Born.
Hands raised. Eyes lifted. Spines straightened.
Because now—They were not alone.
Devara didn’t shout like others. Didn’t rally. Didn’t command.
He simply acted as he walked towards the palace.
And that—Was enough. For the public.
Meanwhile...
Mount Kailash...
Lord Shiva watched. In Silent. Observing. What is happening at the
Beside him—Goddess Parvati. Her eyes softened.
Which held a Mother’s Pride
"He’s inspiring them... To stand."
To rise. And ask their rights to the tyrant that as been ruling them.
Meanwhile Lord Shiva’s Gaze held a familiarity. Deep. Knowing.
A faint smile appeared.
"He begins to resemble..."
A pause.
In all his reincarnation. one of Devara’s previous life.
Something he once was. But he said no more.
Lord Ganesha and Lord Kartikeya Looked at them. Confused.
"Why send him?"
"We could end Sarpaasura easily."
Hearing their question Lord Shiva remained silent.
"...."
So Parvati spoke. Began explaining why Devara should be the one to kill Sarpaasura.
"Because it cannot be us. Sarpaasura desires death at the hands of gods. He believes it will immortalize him."
She stared to explain in a serious tone.
"And his vow to Brahma... Prevents him from seeking us directly. But if we attack first—"
The vow breaks which has been holding him off from challenging the gods.
And the monster becomes unbound
"He would vanish... Grow stronger... And strike from the shadows by targeting a weaker gods first."
While Devara possess a weapon is is capable of killing Sarpaasura bypassing his boon.
"So this must be done ...by Devara."
Hearing her explanation both Ganesha and Kartikeya understood why Devara was entrusted with the task of defeating Sarpaasura.
In Vaikuntha—where time flowed like a gentle hymn—Lord Vishnu watched.
Calm. Unshaken.
Beside him—Goddess Lakshmi
Her gaze lingered on the vision below.
On Devara. Her face was itched with worry.
"He’s facing too much..."
Her voice softened—Not doubting. But fearing of what if.
She trusted him. She watched him through her
She knew his strength.
Yet—A mother’s heart does not negotiate with logic.
Hearing her worried tone.
A quiet chuckle escaped from Lord Vishnu. Not mocking. Certain and confidence.
"He will succeed."
Simple. Absolute. As he had already seen the result of the clash awaits.
She huffed lightly. Half-annoyed. Half-relieved. Hearing her husband’s confirmation.
"I know that..."
A pause.
Her eyes softened again.
"...but I am still his mother."
And that—Explained everything about her worry.
In Brahma Loka—where knowledge shaped existence—Lord Brahma
Sat in thought.
And beside him—Goddess Saraswati. Not calm. She was angrily Questioning her husband’s choice to give boons.
"Why...? Why didn’t you leave a flaw in the boon?"
Her tone wasn’t anger.
It was concern wrapped in logic
Because she knew—What happens when power meets
⚖️ Brahma’s Answer
He shook his head slowly.
"I did."
A pause.
"His vow."
As Lord Brahma began to explain.
"He bound himself... To not wage war beyond his revenge. That is the limitation. A boon does not decide destiny. The one who receives it... does. And Sarpaasura ...has gathered more than enough bad karma."
Not spoken harshly. Not with judgment. Just truth about his boon.
While... Saraswati sighed.
-Sigh!
Her eyes turned—Toward the maya screen. Toward Devara.
Worry still remained
Because knowledge—Does not silence a mother’s heart either.
Meanwhile...
Serpaasura’s Kingdom...
Where Devara was leading the public to the palace.
They arrived at. The path which seems narrowed. A bridge.
One side of the bridge radiates—Hope rising.
The other side of the bridge radiates—Oppression and resisting.
Then immediately... Footsteps echoed from the other side of the bridge.
-THUD. -THUD.
-THUD. -THUD.
Measured. Disciplined. Arrived Thirty-five archers
Lined perfectly. Bows raised. Strings drawn.
Taking their position around quickly and effectively.
Not only aimed at him.
But also they were. Aimed at the people who were following Devara to the palace.
While... From among 35 archers. One stepped forward.
Voice loud—Cold. As he announced.
"Surrender. Or they die with you."
They had come up with a plan.
That to use the safety of this public who were following their enemy marching to the palace.
For that first they need to.
Break the leader—By threatening the followers.
The Crowd Falters hearing the archer’s warning.
As they looked at the raised bows at them.
Fear returned. Not fully. But enough.
Because this—Was different. This was their lives on the line.
But unlike what the archer anticipated.
Devara didn’t look surprised at their response.
No speech. No hesitation. But he decided to show in his action.
He threw his Rudhirabhra bow which flew. Spinning around.
-SWISSSHHHH!!!
A clean arc through the air—Impact happened the next second.
-CREAK!
The speaker’s head—Split.
As his body collapsing backward.
The heavy silence shattered instantly.
And then—The axe vanished from the dead body where it had embed into his skull.
As if it had never been thrown.
Then...
In Devara’s hand—The Pinakodanda bow shimmered into existence.
Calm. Controlled.
Seeing this all thirty-four strings released.
The volley of arrows which rained down from the sky.
Not just at him—At everyone behind him.
While the Panic began to spread among the crowd.
The crowd recoiled. Some screamed. Some froze in place in fear.
Because this—Was death from all directions.
But Devara Didn’t Move.
He raised the bow. Not to attack the enemy. To protect the ones who believed him.
His bow shifted in form taking a lighter blue shade.
Which indicates that he had activated.
Dharma Aspect of his bow.
A transparent barrier—Formed protectively.
Wide. Encompassing as it covered all the area where the crowd was standing.
Arrows struck the barrier—Ripples followed as the forces were seems to be spreading widely through the barrier and passing through the ground cancelling it.
Each one as soon as it hit the barrier—Losing force.
Diverted. Neutralized. As the barrier reacted like a water.
No matter how many times the arrows tried to break the barrier they failed.
Meanwhile when the public who were panicking amoment ago.
Noticed. None passed through the barrier.
The Crowd finallt started to Realizes
Slowly—Those who had previously closed their eyes preparing for their death opened their eyes.
Looked around. They were still alive.
Then—A voice broke the silence.
"He protected us!"
Another spoke in awe filled with respect—
"Devara!"
And then—
"LONG LIVE DEVARA!"
All of them started cheering for him.
Fear—Gone. Replaced by belief and excitement.
While not for everyone. though.
The Archers. They didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Arrows kept flying around.
Frustration rising in their heart.
Because their strategy—Had failed they cant even breach the barrier summoned by their enemy.
While Devara was standing still. Unmoving. Holding the line.
Not just a warrior anymore.
A shield willing to protect the ones who believed him.
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