Chapter 41 - 39: Sarpaasura’s Act... Invited His Fate...
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The archers kept firing. Desperation could be seen in their every shot.
Precision lost. Control slipping.
Meanwhile...
Devara he didn’t rush. Didn’t retaliate immediately and over power him.
Because this—Needed an end, not a continuation.
Finally he decided to Draw the string.
As he pulled the string. Slow. Measured.
Light-blue yogic energy—Spiralled around. Condensed. Into a single arrow.
Not violent. Absolute.
And he raised his bow not at the archers.
But at the sky. And Release his bow’s string.
A sharp thung echoed.
-THUNG!!!
The arrow ascended—Cutting through air and Into the clouds.
-SWISHHH!!!
And then—The sky responded as. Clouds churned around. Energy gathered in it.,.
Then the rain started. But it had no water drops in it.
Instead— 🏹 A Storm of Arrows descended from the sky.
Massive. Towering. Each—Larger than a soldier.
Descent was not calm. It was a killing spree.
Each one of the archers fell one after another.
The arrows were not scattered.
But Guided by a force.
Each arrow—Finding its mark as their name was written on it as their chosen partners.
The arrows passed. Through chests. Through armor. Through resistance.
Of each archers body.
Pinned them to the earth. One by one—Thirty-four archers.
Who just a moment ago was firing arrows around.
Now gone. Once and for all.
And for the public. The Sight before them.
Bodies held upright—By divine judgement from the sky.
A field of silence—Marked by towering arrows.
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It was a pure Dominance. Not chaos with resistance.
Seeing all this already excited crowd were stunned. They stared.
Not cheering. Not speaking.
Because they had never seen this kind of power.
Meanwhile Devara. Lowered the bow.
The energy faded.
Pinakodanda bow returned to calm from its Dharma aspect form.
And vanished from his hands as he unsummoned it.
Then he summoned Rudhirabhra axe back.
Which returned back to his hands. As if eager. For more fight.
Since the archers were dealt with.
The bridge—No longer blocked. No longer contested.
Devara and the public who were following them moved forward.
Together. Not as victims.
But as a force who wants to witness the end of the tyrant who had ruled them for all these years.
The Palace Gates...
Finally Devara and the public arrived before the. Massive. Silent. Guarded gate.
Which would lead them into palace.
And as The Last Resistance before entering the palace.
Guards who were guarding the palace gate stepped forward.
Weapons raised.
Fear hidden beneath duty as they couldn’t help but shiver looking at the blood covered boy before them holding a axe.
Each of the guards attack were meant to deal with him.
But It didn’t matter for Devara who continued to approach the palace gate.
While for the guards Rudhirabhra answered.
Swift. Unforgiving. Each strike—clean with no struggle showcasing show sharp it was.
Each movement—Final for a guard.
No struggle. No prolonged fight.
Only judgement delivered to them in the form of axe.
Since every guards were cleared.
With a single kick—
-BOOM!!!
The massive doors burst open.
Wood cracked by the impact. Metal screamed from the force.
And the palace was no longer safe and The March Continues
As Devara stepped in. Not alone. The people followed him inside too.
Fear no longer chained them.
From shadows—Guards lunged.
From balconies—Arrows flew from the hidden path.
But for everything was answered by Rudhirabhra axe who moved with...
Precise. Effortless.
Each arrow—Deflected mid-flight
Each attacker—Cut down without pause.
No slowing in the momentum. No hesitation.
Only forward.
Meanwhile...
Inside the Royal court...
Chaos arrived at the royal court before Devara did.
A guard—Panting by all the running. Terrified by what he had seen.
"My lord—!"
He didn’t finish what he wanted to say.
A flash of Sarpaasura’s claw passed his neck.
Then. His head—Gone.
Separated from the body. Like it has been never before.
The guard fell down without even finishing why he came here.
But Sarpaasura knew what it was.
"Cowards... They dare enter my palace? Who once would kneel down and wont lift their head entering my palace."
His eyes burned.Not fear— Offended pride.
Of the very peoples who once would ran away just hearing his name now entering his palace without any permission like it was their father’s land.
"And you run to report... instead of stopping them?"
To him, failure deserved death and he had delivered what the guard had decided to ran away back here like a coward.
The Witnesses of this death Nagashree and Anantrika.
Chained. Watching all this unfold.
And then—They laughed. Both of their laughter were filled with Mockery
-HAHAHAHAHA!!! -HAHAHAHAHA!!!
"You killed your own messenger?"
"With a thousand heads... And still no brain?"
This time there is only silence as the both laughed.
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Silence snapped.
Sarpaasura’s expression twisted. Not anger alone but also in Humiliation.
All this time he was the one who was mocking them feeling superiority over it.
But now... They weren’t afraid. They looked down on him.
Then... A low growl escaped him.
-Grrr...
"You need to learn your place in my royal court princess."
Then he raised his hands.
And In his hand—A whip. Barbed. Lined with sharp thorns.
Each edge—Meant to tear.
Appeared as he whipped it in the air.
-SPLASH!!!
He stepped forward. Slow. Deliberate. Enjoying it. As the face of the both women’s before him changed.
Even now—They didn’t bow. Didn’t plead.
They stood their ground even before him.
Sarpaasura didn’t wait anymore looking at them still not stop running their mouths.
The whip cracked. Once... Twice...
Then the whip connected with the princesses
Impact. It tore across their shoulders.
Across their arms.
Blood followed from it.
Not drops—Lines of pain where the whip had attacked them
Their Voices Broke...
Nagashree—Anantrika—Screamed loudly. Which passed through all the palace.
Not in defeat—But in raw, undeniable pain.
Which they can’t endure.
Sarpaasura Watched their suffering and pain with. Eyes cold. And satisfied smirk on his face.
-Smirk!
"...."
As he pulled the whip back—Letting the thorns drag—Deeper.
As he began to speak giving his Warning.
"Watch your tongues. Next time... I won’t stop at one strike."
He Thought He Had Won and regained his pride what he had just lost a moment ago.
Control restored. Dominance reasserted. Who is the big thing here.
But he had just done something else which would be the very reason he would fall.
He invited his own end with a wide opened gate.
Outside the Court...
Just beyond the doors—Devara stopped in his steps hearing the scream.
The scream. Not distant. Not unclear.
But he was sure the scream came from the royal court.
Sharp and Immediate. He acted and looked. Through the narrow gap—The Glimpse
He saw through the gap.
Blood coming from Injury.
A whip—Still in motion.
Seeing this there is No calculation or No strategy needed.
No patience to wait even for a second.
He immediately decided to open the door.
In a single push—And the doors gave way.
Not violently. Inevitably. With a creak.
-Creak!!!
He Stepped inside the royal court.
Covered in blood—Not his own.
Eyes—Now green slit pupils.
The
All Eyes Turn to him two princesses and Sarpaasura—Paused.
"...."
The whip stilled in his hand.
The Princesses Looked at Devara for first time.
"...."
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Through pain they were feeling—Through blood that still coming from their injury—They saw him.
A boy who seems to be 15. Standing. Unshaken.
As he was covered in blood.
But carrying something far heavier than his age
For a moment both of their heart started beating quickly.
As they even for a moment forget their pain.
Looked at this scene with awe not even blinking. As if they were registering the image into their memories.
Sarpaasura was the first one to break the silence.
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A slow tilt of the head.
Curiosity visible on his face. Irritation was masked layered with amusement.
Then a Smile Returns to his face.
"So... You’re the one. Who is causing troubles around. When all my plans were about to succeed."
The atmosphere changed again. Not tense. But Pressurized.
Because two forces now stood—One who seeks death to grow stronger
While the another one who came to end that cycle forever.
Sarpaasura’s lips curled as he sneered.
"Covered in blood... Is that your armor, boy?"
His voice carried amusement. Expectation.
That Devara would be irritated by him and snap back at him.
But unlike his expectation. No answer came from Devara.
Only footsteps echoed in the royal court.
-Thud. -Thud.
-Thud...
Devara walked in. Steady. Unhurried. Like he don’t even acknowledge the presence of Sarpaasura.
Each step—Heavier than words.
He calmly looked at The Chains that bound the two princesses before him.
He reached them. Looked once examining it.
And broke them. Effortlessly. Using his raw strength ripping them off.
Metal snapped like dry twigs.
Meanwhile... The Princesses Nagashree. And Anantrika. Stared in silence.
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Not at the chains. Still at him
Because no hesitation. No grand declaration about how brave he was and any offensive word battle with Sarpaasura.
He was Just proving it with his action.
Then...
His gaze lowered. To their shoulders. Their arms.
The marks left by cruelty.
Which happened a moment ago.
With his anger was raising in his heart.
While Behind Him...
Sarpaasura moved. Close. Too close.
Enough of being ignored.
And his hand reached—Toward Devara’s shoulder.
With irritation clearly visible in it.
"It’s rude ...to ignore your king."
Devara turned. Not fast. But with Precise.
The hand never landed on the shoulder.
Instead A fist—Connected to Sarpaasura’s cheeks.
-CRACK!!!
Sarpaasura’s head snapped sideways.
"...."
While without giving him any chance. Rudhirabhra—Drove into his chest.
Force in that single swing. Lifted him into the air.
Threw him across the hall.
And he collided with the wall.
-BAM!!!
The throne room trembled by the impact.
Stone cracked. Dust rose.
For a moment—He bled. A deep wound on his chest. Real.
Then—It closed quickly one could see with their eyes. Flesh knitting together.
As if time reversed.
"...."
Sarpaasura sat up as he laughed loudly and excitedly as he looked at the blood stain on his chest but the wound was already closed.
"-HAHAHAHA!!"
On the ground.
Blood still staining which is the proof of his previous injury—But the wound gone.
He laughed. Not mocking. But Delighted that this fight might be not a bad idea.
"Yes... That’s it."
His eyes gleamed— Excitement
"Finally... Something worth killing me."
He was confident in his boon and also even if someone is capable of dealing with him arrives.
He as his own secret which would stop him from dying.
No matter how much his enemies tries.
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