Chapter 43 - 41: Death Of Sarpaasura... Yami & Indra’s Find’s The Truth...
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Hours passed...
Screams faded—Into something else.
Not rage. Not arrogance. But to Desperation
Sarpaasura—The one who welcomed death—Now begged for it
"Kill me..."
Not for mercy. For escape. From pain. From consequence of suffering the attacks from the Amba-Tages.
Devara Stopped hearing his plea for death.
The blades vanished from Devara’s hands.
Silence returned.
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For a moment—Even judgment paused.
Then he summoned his Pinakodanda bow which appeared.
As he drew the string.
While calling for Bhargavastra, Which awakened.
Red energy spiraled—Dense. Absolute.
His Śara-Dṛṣṭi Activated...
Time slowed. Sarpaasura’s weakness appeared. Hearts revealed. Heads mapped.
Every target... known before his eyes.
Devara shouted which echoed back.
"Now!"
Nagashree who heard Devara’s signal didn’t wait for a second.
The black heart—In her hand. she clenched it using her full strength—CRUSHED.
And at the same time Devara released the string.
A sharp thung echoed.
-THUNGGG!!!
The arrow flew—Then—At midflight it Multiplied.
Ten. Hundred. Then moved to Two thousand.
The Rain of Endings descended on Sarpaasura.
Each arrow—Guided. Precise. Hit the right targets.
Hearts—Shattered
Heads—Burst after the arrow hit it an explosion happened.
Again. Again. All at once.
No regeneration. No return. At all.
Sarpaasura all his head blasted and heart were pierced through. His body—Stood.
For a moment.
Silent. Empty.
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It swung for few times loosing its balance.
Then—Collapsed.
-THUD!!!
Fell to the ground. Not as a king. Not as a monster.
But as a example for those in the future.
The Witnesses...
The people who watched. Stared at this scene.
No cheers. No screams.
Only silence.
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Because they understood—This was not just any victory.
This was justice for them who suffered all this time.
Devara Stood Alone still in his giant size looking at the fallen serpent where his face was being registered in Sarpaasura’s eyes.
Bow lowered. Breath steady. Eyes calm.
The battlefield fell silent—But within—
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Meanwhile his system notification appeared in his mind.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[Objective Completed...
Defeat Sarpaasura Hridaya-Shata
Destroy all hearts and heads simultaneously
Rescue Nagashree & Anantrika
Stabilize the kingdom]
🎁 [Rewards Granted...
+1000 Karma Points
+500 Chain Reward (Justice Delivered for the public of this kingdom)
+150 (Hope Ignited at the heart of the residece.)]
[Special Reward:
The Vasuki Astra... will be personally blessed by King Vasuki.]
⚖️ [Karma Balance Updated...
6815+1000+500+150= 8465 Karma points...]
The numbers rose in his karma balance—But for once—Devara didn’t focus on them
"...."
He exhaled. A quiet sigh as he relaxed.
-Sigh!
Because one truth settled in with the system’s confirmation.
Sarpaasura... would not return from his death.
After a moment of silence.. His colossal form shrank—Power folding inward—Until—A 15-year-old boy stood once more.
Pinakodanda bow still in hand. Calm. Unchanged.
He Walked Forward leaving behind the battle site.
From the battlefield—Toward the people who have witnessed all the battle.
And They... Responded finally breaking the silence among them.
At first—A whisper.
Then—A voice. Then—A roar
"DEVARA!"
"DEVARA!"
A New alias Rose
Born from fear turned to freedom—From a tyrant’s fall—
They Bowed in respect.
Not forced. Not commanded.
Given freely and Devara earned it through his actions.
The Princesses Nagashree. And Anantrika.
Ran to him from the remains of the palace.
And—Held him tightly
No words needed at first. Only relief. Only gratitude.
They don’t know who he was.
But they saw how he defended them and saved them from Sarpaasura’s hands.
"Thank you..."
Soft. Real.
The Old Man who Devara has saved before.
Steps Forward. Eyes still wet with relief. And the weight of revenge left his shoulder.
Voice trembling as he spoke—
"Are you really... one of us? A
Devara Smiled hearing his question.
With No hesitation. The
His form shifted—The naga guise dissolved.
Revealing the truth. That he was a Human. Yet more to come.
"Devaratha."
A pause.
"But everyone calls me... Devara."
And then—The simplest truth of all.
"A son... following his father’s will."
Nagashree and Anantrika stood close—Still holding onto the moment.
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Still trying to understand him.
"Who... is your father?"
This time—Devara didn’t answer.
Because before he could answer an another voice—Ancient and steady
Spoke instead.
"I will."
As they turned. And there he stood—King Vasuki
Radiant. Majestic. A King... and also a Father who arrived to check on his daughter and his niece.
He had felt it. When the battle was happening.
Leaving behind the army to his brother Shesha to look after.
He arrived here to see if he could provide any support to Devara.
But when he arrived the battle is already finished.
Nagashree’s eyes lit up seeing her father.
She ran. And embraced him tightly.
"...."
No restraint. No hesitation.
Anantrika followed—Bowing respectfully greeting her uncle.
Vasuki’s gaze shifted to Devara.
"...."
Then to the people. Who too bowed to greet him.
And he spoke as his tone volume increased—
"He was born at the sacred waters of Ganga River..."
"Raised as the son of Goddess Ganga and Goddess Bhudevi..."
A pause. Then—
"And beyond that... He is the son of the
Silence Fell as he announced.
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The crowd froze by what they had just heard.
The princesses stared in shock. Understanding deepened as they looked at Devara in new light now.
And Vasuki continued with his introduction.
"He walks under the guidance of Lord Shiva, His father... To restore balance."
And at That Moment...
Behind Devara—The sun descended. Pink light fading—Into dusk.
A Halo Formed behind his head.
Not placed. But Earned.
The crowd who were present felt it a divine presence seeing this scene.
The Crowd started to kneel one after another looking at him in shock.
Not out of fear. Out of reverence.
But Devara—Lifted them. One by one.
"Stand."
No throne. No distance.
Only equality. But the crowd refused as their reverence for him reached the peak.
Vasuki stepped forward with a smile on his face. His presence softened.
As he raised his hands. Energy gathered
Coiling. Ancient. He blessed Devara.
"Accept this..."
⚔️ Vasuki Astra
A manifestation of his wrath—His full might—Summoned into Devara’s arsenal.
"When called... I will answer."
Its Power...
It could single handedly change a battle outcome.
An army of a hundred thousand—Could be Erased using this astra.
Devara Accepts the astra. With a bow in respect to
Not with pride. But with Respect.
Devara didn’t look back.
"...."
Didn’t stay to hear their praises. Didn’t wait for statues or songs.
He simply walked. Underestimating the reverence the peoples were now feeling towards him.
But behind him—Something changed forever.
The People all They gathered. Not out of fear.
Out of gratitude towards him still looking at the direction he left.
They spoke his name—Soft at first.
Then louder. Then—With reverence.
A New Belief Was Born. Not forced. Not declared.
Felt in their heart.
They began to see him—Not just as a savior. But as something divine.
For them. Sarpaasura’s fall—Became a celebration. Festival...
Lights lit. Songs rose.
Stories told—Again. And again.
A memory will be turned into tradition
One that would not fade no matter how many years passes.
Meanwhile... On the Road.
Hours passed...
Steps continued. The chaos behind—Fading into silence.
Returning back to Vasuki’s Kingdom...
The gates welcomed him. Not as a guest.
As one of honor for the guest who saved their princess.
Royal palace...
Inside the Palace, King Vasuki ’s wife stepped forward—Graceful.
Eyes filled with relief and gratitude.
"You saved my daughter..."
No grand speech. Just a mother’s gratitude for saving her little princess.
King Shesha steps forward. Calm. Composed.
"You have my thanks. For Anantrika. My daughter."
A pause.
"Her mother... does not know. I chose not to worry her."
Then king Vasuki invited Devara.
"Stay. For a few days."
Formally showing he was welcomed to the
Devara gave him a small nod. A faint smile.
-Nod!
"I will."
A Rare Moment to stay at
No battle to face. No enemies needed to be killed. No urgency to return.
Just... peace. And his Curiosity
And Devara... decided to explore it.
Not as a warrior. But as a traveler who want’s to experience it’s beauty.
In Yami’s Chamber...
Yami Sat still looking at the screen before her.
The pearl chain—Glowed softly in her hand. Which looked the same as the one she gifted to Devara.
A window to him. To see what he was doing. And what she saw—Shattered her assumptions
"He was training under Lord Shiva..."
That’s what she believed.
But this—Was something else entirely.
Then realization hit her. Not just Lord Shiva’s disciple.
But also His son.
Not just that—Son of the
Lord Vishnu
Lord Brahma
Lord Shiva
Silence Took Her still processing what she had found out.
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For once—Yami had no words.
Only a racing heart for some reason she felt she needs to hurry.
"I have to tell father..."
Not panic. Urgency feeling it should be done.
Because this wasn’t just news—It was a shift in balance of cosmos.
In the restless halls of Indralok
Indra Was not at ease after he witnessed the declaration of Vasuki.
Not even close to ease. He paced. Again. And again.
His Thoughts colliding with each other in a mess.
’First... Lord Shiva’s disciple...’
’Now... Lord Shiva’s son?’
A pause.
His expression twisted as he tried hard to process. Then came the worst part
"No... not just Lord Shiva... Trimurti..."
That word alone—Made his head spin.
"...."
Calculations Begin in his mind. This wasn’t just a boy anymore.
Not just a threat.
This was a convergence point. For someone like Indra—That meant one thing.
Danger.
"I need to be careful..."
No more arrogance. No more careless moves.
Because one mistake—Could turn all three—Against him
For the First Time... Indra wasn’t planning domination against Devara.
He was planning survival from the wrath of his parents...
Mathura Kingdom...
Within the fortified halls of Mathura palace...
Sat King Kamsa in his throne.
Silent.
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Unmoving. But Listening...
Before him—A trembling medic. Voice low. Careful with each words.
"Your Majesty... Your sister... is with child."
The Words Landed.
Not loudly. Not dramatically.
But deeply as the atmosphere become heavy.
Kamsa Didn’t React Immediately
No rage. No laughter.
Only thought about what could happen.
His Past Actions...
He had already moved. Killed his own rakshasa generals—For failing him
They tried to flee. To betray. Instead of finding the boy.
But none escaped
Each one—Fell by his own hands.
Because fear ruled his kingdom.
But This... Was Different. The thought lingered. Heavy.
Something felt... off his Instinct screaming at him this is the moment.
"This time... It’s different."
Not logic. But purely Intuition.
The Image Returns in his mind.
A teenage boy—Golden armor. Green eyes.
The One He Couldn’t Find.
"This child ...might draw him out."
So he came to a decision.
No delay. No arrogance.
Orders were Given to the guards.
"Increase security. No mistakes. Not this time."
Not Just Protection. But a Preparation. Because Kamsa wasn’t waiting anymore.
He was preparing for the inevitable.
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