Mahabharat: Shiva's Last Variable

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Sarpaasura rose from the ground—Laughing.

Growing his size. Larger... and larger

His form expanded—Filling the throne room.

Breaking pillars. Cracking the very foundation of the palace.

He was showing his strength.

"Come! Kill me!"

Arms wide. Mocking. Welcoming it. Asking Devara to kill him.

He won’t avoid his shots he would stay still.

Devara’s Response was he summoned his Pinakodanda bow.

Which appeared appeared in his hand.

String drawn as he took the aim.

He was summoning Bhargavastra and it answered his call.

Bhargavastra formed as the... Red energy spiraled—Dense. Violent.

A killing strike prepared for him.

This astra could invoke thousands of arrows or even millions if one has enough Yogic energy to caste it for that rage.

Then—Śara-Dṛṣṭi was activated.

Time slowed down as it was paused no moves in slow motion.

Sound faded.

The weakness of Sarpaasura’s appeard through his body which is visible to Devara—Opened to his eyes.

Inside Sarpaasura—Ninety-nine hearts

Pulsing. Hidden. Protected under his hard muscles.

And—One is clearly missing.

Seeing it Devara’s finger paused on the string.

No release yet. No mistake.

If he makes any mistake Sarpaasura would return back double his strength.

He concentrated all his senses as he looked around.

Trying to find where could be the 100th heart could be at.

Then—Sound. A faint rhythm.

-Lub... dub...

Not from the Sarpaasura.

But From elsewhere

His gaze shifted. Slowly. Deliberately. To The Throne...

A grotesque seat—Made of skulls.

Silent.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Still.

His ears twiched as he heard it... Again—

-Lub... dub...

Realization drawn on his face as he guessed why it was coming from there.

The heart is. Not hidden. Inside the body of the Sarpaasura but. Separated.

The Trap Revealed before his eyes he was baiting for him to kill him while his final heart is separated from his body protected from the attack.

Which would result in him not dying instead succeed in winning his quest of getting strong.

So Devara made a decision.

The Bhargavastra—Dispersed from the string.

Yogic Energy faded.

The arrow—Gone. Like he never summoned it.

He didn’t turn back. Didn’t look back.

But Devara spoke in a serious tone.

"Go to the throne. There is a heart hidden there. Destroy it..."

A pause.

"When I say so."

Hearing his words both princesses Nagashree. And Anantrika.

Had no hesitation. No fear now.

Since they have been saved. By the young warrior before them.

They understood. This wasn’t survival.

This was the endgame where they would be playing a significant role.

When Sarpaasura heard Devara’s words.

His expression changed. Darkened.

"...."

Because he knew—He had been seen through all his plan was exposed in mere seconds before the boy standing before him.

But he won’t be standing still while they accomplish what they intend to do to his heart.

He began to transform. As his body twisted. Expanded.

As a snake body appeaed before him which seems to be bundled up as it loved.

Soon A Thousand Heads Emerged poaking out from the top.

Hissing. Roaring.

-Hisssss!!!! -Hisssss!!!!

Each one alive. Each one furious.

The Throne Room Shakes by the impact of his transformation.

The ground trembled. Walls cracked as his body collided with them.

-Creak!!!

Air thickened with the pressure coming from his body.

Now before Devara and the princess stood Sarpaasura’s Final Form.

Not a tyrant king anymore.

A calamity. Who could cause irrelevant damage to by his sheer physical power alone.

And before him—A single boy.

Who had already solved his most guarded secrete in few minutes. Like it was nothing.

Devara didn’t step back. He expanded.

Using his Hanuman’s Size Control Skill.

His form grew—Bone. Muscle. Presence.

The Palace Failed to hold him.

As the ceiling cracked—Shattered. Collapsed. To the ground

Sky Became the Roof.

Before Him was Sarpaasura in his serpent form—A thousand heads—A thousand hisses—A living storm of venom

And Opposite Him stood Devara—Now equal.

No—Greater.

Meanwhile the public who followed Devara’s advice before he entered the royal court asking them to evacuate.

Become The Witnesses for the scene.

Outside—The people watched.

Small. Fragile. Compared to the size of the two fighters.

Yet—Witnessing something divine.

The Old Man who got saved earlier by Devara.

Fell to his knees. Hands folded.

"Lord Shiva..."

Others followed. Different names. Different prayers to the god they follow.

Same hope. They wanted them to give strength to Devara and stand behind him in defeating Sarpaasura.

Then they all heard the Declaration

Devara raised his hand. Pointed. At the monster.

"You... are my opponent."

The moment the words landed—Something unseen moved.

[Vali’s Boon Activated...]

Half of Sarpaasura’s physical strength—Flowed into Devara’s body as if being injected.

Instant. Unavoidable.

Sarpaasura Felt It something was very wrong.

"...."

His hiss deepened. Anger sharpened.

-Hisss!!!

Because now—They stood closer in power

Devara Notices he glanced... Toward the ruins.

The people outside the palace. The princesses standing behind the one of the broken pillar of the royal court.

Still watching. Still within danger reach.

So to avoid any collateral damage Devara made a Decision.

This battlefield—Unacceptable.

So he provoked Sarpaasura.

"For a thousand heads... You still look pathetic."

A pause. Letting the words settle down.

"No wonder ...you’re alone. You will forever stay alone."

It Landed harder than he expected.

Not on flesh—On pride of a single man.

Sarpaasura Roared in anger.

-ROAAAR!!!

All thousand heads—Enraged by the mocking done by the boy.

Devara turned. And jumped out of the palace in a single jump.

As he landed. Impact... The ground—Shattered.

-Crack!

Cracked outward. Dust exploded by the impact.

A New Arena. Far. Wide. Empty. So they could fight freely

Sarpaasura Followed him without thinking.

Blinded by rage. Drawn by insult about his handsome face.

Exactly as planned Devara planned.

Sarpaasura struck like a storm not waiting for Devara to React.

Fangs first—Stopped

They met Devara’s Vajra body—Unyielding. Unbreakable.

No matter how hard he tried it was like he was biting a mountain.

So Sarpaasura changed his tactics. His massive coils wrapped—Tightened around his upper body—Pressure built

Bone-crushing. Breath-stealing.

A prison of flesh which would end one’s life slowly and painfully if they fails to get out of it.

The Crowd. Watched. Helpless. At the scene.

Where Sarpaasura as the upper hand in the battle.

Fear creeping back into their heart—

"He’s trapped!"

Meanwhile—

At the Throne...

Nagashree. And Anantrika.

Moved fast. Breaking skulls. Searching. For the heart Devara as mentioned to them about.

Piece after piece they searched carefully—Until—A black iron box was before them.

Heavy. Sealed.

They tried to break it but it was very strong.

So Nagashree decided to transform to her serpent form to exert full strength to try to break them.

Nagashree then Transformed to her serpent form which is a pitch black serpent with red eyes.

Strength surged. Grip tightened on the black iron box.

Which still didn’t break. So She hurled it. Against stone.

-BAMMM!!!

No dent.

But—The lock gave way which opened the box.

Inside revealing—A heart. Which was in pitch Black in colour with purple shades.

Beating alive.

Meanwhile...

Back to the Battlefield...

Sarpaasura laughed feeling he was about to succeed in this fight killing Devara.

Confident. Then he would go back and provoke Vasuki and Shesha to kill him.

So he can increase his strength by breaking through his limit.

And also use this chance to take over their territories.

"Can you breathe? Is there air...?"

No reply came form Devara.

Because something had already changed.

Which Sarpaasura didn’t notice.

From Within the Coil. A glow. A flicker—Then—

-SHLUUUUUKKKK!!!

Two blades—Burst through his body.

As blood spluttering around.

It was none other than Devara’s Amba-Tejas.

Both the blades were burning with fire of Golden fury. Silver judgment.

Burning hotter and hotter as its temperature increased.

Not just flesh—Karma itself was affected by it.

Sarpaasura Screamed loudly.

-HISSSSSS!!!

"-AHHHHHHH!!! BURNING. IT’S BURNING..."

Not anger. Pain Raw. Unfamiliar. Pass through his core.

Which no matter how much he tried to withstand he couldn’t control it.

The Blades Moves it didn’t wait for any one.

From vertical—To parallel—Then—Opposite directions.

Ripped through Sarpaasura’s body.

Blood erupted from the wound.

His grip—Broke by it.

He Recoiled. And Jumping back—Eyes wide.

Confusion clearly written on his face.

Fear creeping in.

Because this—Was not normal damage.

Even through the wound was healed the pain hasn’t faded instead it amplified several folds.

Which was driving Sarpaasura crazy.

The Truth of Amba-Tejas is...

The blades pulsed—Alive. Awakened.

All its condition’s for the boost of its states were met.

Every sin. Every act. Every cruelty against the women’s—Amplified the pain. And it was increasing...

With every passing minutes.

Sarpaasura Felt It. Not wounds. But the pain was real.

"What... is this...?!"

His voice broke.

Because for the first time—He felt something worse than death.

Consequences of suffering a wound from that swords in Devara’s hands.

Now Devara Stands Free from the holds of Sarpaasura.

Dual blades in hand. Calm. Unshaken.

Eyes locked on the target. Not rushing.

Waiting for Sarpaasura who was still not recovered from the pain he was suffering from the cut.

Because now—The plan was in motion.

The final heart... is exposed.

But now Devara had a change of plan.

He don’t want to give Sarpaasura a easy death.

Devara didn’t rush to finish it. Didn’t aim for the end it using his Pinakodanda bow.

As he had previously planned. He chose something else.

"I can kill you now..."

His voice was calm. Steady.

"...but I won’t."

Sarpaasura Froze hearing his declaration.

"...."

All thousand heads—Silent. Eyes widening.

Because this was worse then the death he wanted to have.

"You will suffer. For every sin. For every life. For every cry you ignored."

As Devara’s voice echoed around for everyone to hear who ever were witnessing it.

"Your screams ...will be the warning. To those who think power makes them untouchable. Your boon ...is now your curse."

Finally Sarpaasura realized—He could not die easily.

As he planned earlier at the hands of this boy.

And now... that was the problem.

Amba-Tejas moved as Devara began his attack.

First strike... Cut Deep. Burning. Run on his body.

Second strike... Sharper. Heavier than before had its share.

Third strike... Stronger then before.

Judgment Amplifies... Each minutes—Each moment—Damage doubled.

Sarpaasura Tried his best.

To block—Failed.

To dodge—Too slow due to his pain on his body.

To counter—Overwhelmed.

The Screams of him. They tore through the battlefield.

Raw. Unfiltered.

Echoing beyond the battlefield.

Not just sound—A warning for those who wants to miss use their power.

The Cycle continued.

Wound. Heal. Pain.

Then came the ...Amplified pain

Again. Again. Again.

The Thousand Heads Serpent Sarpaasura.

Once arrogant—Now, All screaming

No unity. No control.

Only suffering, That was worse than his death.

The Witnesses From afar—The people trembled.

Not in fear of Devara—But in understanding

This was not revenge. This was consequence for one’s action.

Devara Unshaken. Unmoved.

Each strike—Measured. Deliberate.

Not rage. Balance to hurt him not to kill him.

So the boon won’t take effects.

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