Chapter 58 - 56: Devara’s Disgust For Kamsa...
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Vasudeva studied Devara as soon as he declared that he was going to defeat Kamsa.
Long. Carefully.
Because this was not the voice of a young man.
This was a declaration of which side he is going to take..
Behind him—Bhishma’s gaze sharpened.
"...."
Not opposing. But measuring. Kamsa is one of the most powerful warriors exist in this world.
Who had a victory over a god.
All ready calculating the pro and cons if the confrontation of the two sides takes place.
Shakuni’s lips curved faintly who was standing behind his sister.
"...Now this just became interesting. But are you sure you need to go to war as soon as your marriage compleates."
And Gandhari—Watched Devara. Quietly. As if she could understand how serious Devara was.
Because something in his voice...
Felt familiar and his aura around him currently making her remember that day Devara killed the two rakshasas to save her 10 years ago.
Within Devara’s mind—His system Notification popped in.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[New Task Generated...]
[Objective: Defeat Kamsa and stop him from killing the ninth child of Vasudeva and Devaki.
Reward: +1000 Karma Points.
Bonus Reward: ??? (Mysterious Template).]
The words hovered before his eyes.
Silent.
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Devara’s eyes didn’t move.
But something inside him—Focused. Sharpened by the task.
Because if the system was giving him the task then he was pretty much sure there is no Krishna in this timeline.
That mean’s all the weight he carried forward would be falling on his shoulder.
-Gulp!
Just thinking about it made him gulp unknowingly.
’A thousand Karma points...’
But it wasn’t the number that held him.
It was the unknown reward.
"Mysterious Template."
A reward without any definition except ???.
Which made him wonder is he going to face something more dangerous than Kamsa in the future.
And more importantly—A task that shouldn’t exist yet.
Because in the natural flow—This wasn’t his role that’s what he thought.
Someone else was meant to rise.
Someone else was meant to end Kamsa.
But that someone—Was missing in this timeline for some unknown reason.
And now—The system had chosen him. shows all those destiny falls on his head.
The chamber held its breath... until reason stepped forward.
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Unshaken by emotion, yet never blind to it.
"Prince Devara,"
He began, voice steady as a drawn line,
"intent alone does not win wars."
All eyes turned to him.
"King Kamsa does not stand alone."
He folded his hands behind his back.
"His forces are not merely soldiers... but beings of darker origin. Rakshasas who thrive in chaos."
A pause.
"And he himself—"
Vidura’s gaze sharpened slightly,
"—is no ordinary king. He is a warrior feared across kingdoms. His mastery of the mace... and unnatural strength is known to everyone."
He let the sentence linger.
"...is known to break not just bodies—but formations."
The implication was clear.
"To confront him..."
Vidura concluded after a slight pause making sure his words were heard by everyone,
"...is to invite war with Mathura itself."
The word war settled heavily in the room.
Bhishma did not interrupt.
"...."
Because he agreed with Vidura.
But Devara—Shook his head.
Not dismissively. But Decisively as he already made his decision.
"If he comes with an army..."
His voice remained calm. Almost too calm.
"...then I will meet that army."
The room stilled in shock.
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"And if he comes for them—"
His eyes flicked briefly toward Devaki... toward the child.
"—then I will end him along with his
." No raised voice. No dramatics. Just certainty as if he was sure that he would end this fight.
"And anyone who stands between."
The words did not echo.
They settled.
A faint shift passed through the room.
Not fear. Recognition of how serious Devara was.
Devara continued, almost casually—
"...I was not trained for nothing."
His gaze lifted slightly.
"Lord Parashurama did not teach me the axe..."
A pause.
"...to hold it idle."
For the briefest second—Something dangerous flickered beneath his calm bloodlust.
Then—It vanished.
He turned to look at the couple.
And just like that—The storm receded.
A gentle smile replaced it.
He looked at Vasudeva and Devaki. Warm. Reassuring them.
"As long as I breathe..."
His voice softened.
"...Kamsa will not touch you."
A slight pause.
"...nor your child."
Devaki’s eyes shimmered.
"...."
Not with tears of grief this time—But something fragile.
Something returning. Hope. Of getting their freedom
Vasudeva bowed his head slightly.
Not as a subject. But as a man acknowledging another’s vow of a young man who had come forward to help them.
Behind them—Bhishma exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
Duty weighed heavily on him.
But so did justice.
After a moment—He stepped forward.
"If this becomes war..."
He said,
"...then we do not stand aside."
All eyes turnedto look at him.
"Vasudeva is kin..."
Bhishma added as he found the reason to why Hastinapur should involve in this fight,
"...through Kunti."
The connection mattered.
"And
His voice deepened,
"...does not permit silence in the face of such cruelty."
The decision was made.
But—Vidura spoke again.
"Support is one matter."
He said quietly.
"Readiness is another. We do not have the army prepared. To mobilize in time..."
A pause.
"...will be difficult."
The problem hung there.
Real. Unavoidable.
Before it could grow heavier—Devara spoke again.
"They will stay here."
Simple. Direct.
"They will not run again."
He turned back to the couple.
"You are safe within these walls."
A pause.
Then, almost casually—
"And you will attend my wedding."
That—Caught everyone off guard.
Even Prince Shakuni blinked seeing how certain Devara was.
-Blink!
"...You’re inviting fugitives to your wedding?"
Devara glanced at him.
"Yes."
That was all.
Because to him—There was no contradiction.
Safety. Celebration. Protection.
All could exist together as they could be before his eyes.
And then—Princess Gandhari moved.
She stepped forward. Quiet until now.
Watching everyone speak their opinion.
Listening to their each take on the confrontation with Kamsa.
Her gaze rested on Devaki first.
Gentle. Understanding looking at the child in her hands.
Then on Vasudeva.
"You are welcome here."
Her voice was soft—But carried authority of its own.
"Not as guests of necessity..."
She added with a smile,
"...but as family under protection."
She gestured lightly.
"Stay. And bless us with your blessing."
No pressure. No insistence.
Just sincerity in her tone.
The room softened after she breaks the tension in the air.
After chatting and reassuring the couples everyone decided to leave them
The chamber doors closed softly behind them.
Inside, rest had finally found Devaki and Vasudeva.
Outside—The air changed.
The corridor was quieter.
Dimly lit by steady lamps.
A place where words carried more weight than noise.
Rajmata Satyavati walked beside Devara.
Her gaze lingered on him—not questioning... but searching.
"You changed in there," she said gently.
Not accusation. Observation. She want’s to know is it there is more to his anger then he let’s out.
"I have never seen you... like that."
Devara paused. Just for a moment. Hearing she had noticed his anger.
"...."
Then—A small smile appeared. Gentle one which is everyone is familiar with.
"Mother..."
The word came naturally.
Without effort. Without thought.
And for a brief second—Rajmata Satyavati’s expression warmed.
But Devara’s eyes—Carried something else beneath the calm.
"I saw them..."
He began quietly.
Not looking at her. Not looking anywhere.
Just... remembering.
"Their condition..."
A pause.
"They would not have lasted two more days."
The words were simple. But they landed heavy.
He exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
"Her feet were torn... Her body barely holding... And yet..."
His voice softened.
"She kept walking."
Rajmata Satyavati said nothing.
"...."
Because she understood.
"A mother..."
Devara continued as his tone become heavy,
"...who should not even be standing ...was moving through a forest. For her child."
A faint tightening in his jaw.
"Not fear. Not strength given by warriors or training ...but something else. Something stronger. Will of a steel."
The word lingered.
Then—It shifted as his tone increased a little.
"And her brother..."
The warmth vanished in his words.
"...trusted once. Instead... chose this."
Devara’s eyes darkened slightly.
"...."
"To hear a prophecy... To fear death... And answer it by killing newborns..."
A quiet breath.
"He did not become cruel. He chose it."
The corridor felt colder.
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Rajmata Satyavati watched him carefully now.
Because this—Was not anger.
This was something deeper he was not telling her fully.
"I can accept war..."
Devara said looking ahead.
"I can accept conflict. But this?"
His voice dropped.
"Watching your own sister ...lose child after child ...while you become the reason."
A pause.
"I despise him."
No raised tone. No heat. Just truth about how he felt when he heard the hopeless tone of Devaki.
"I want him gone."
The words came like a blade placed on stone.
"Not for revenge. For consequence. So that the world remembers..."
His gaze lifted slightly.
"...that killing a newborn ...is not something fate forgets."
Silence followed.
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Satyavati did not interrupt. Did not correct.
Because what stood before her—Was no longer just a little boy she once fond off.
It was someone who had seen enough.
After a moment—She stepped closer.
Her hand rested gently on his shoulder.
Not to stop him. Not to calm him.
Just... to be there.
"You are carrying more than anger, But I believe in you."
She said softly.
Devara didn’t respond. Because she was right.
There was anger. Yes.
But beneath it—Something heavier. Responsibility suddenly trusted on his shoulders.
Which he needs time to disgust everything.
Meanwhile...
Beneath the sprawling canopy of a banyan tree, the night behaved... differently.
Sound bent. Light softened.
And the world quietly agreed not to notice what gathered there.
Eleven figures.
Some seated. Some leaning.
Some pretending to be nothing more than passing shadows.
To any mortal eye—They were no one.
To the truth—They were everything.
At the center—Lord Shiva sat in quiet stillness.
Beside him, Parvati watched with a softness that carried both pride... and something far more protective.
Not far off—Ganesha was already mid-conversation, clearly enjoying himself.
"I told you,"
he said, leaning back with a grin,
-Grin!
"he learns fast. Too fast sometimes."
Kartikeya crossed his arms, though the faint approval in his voice slipped through.
"He adapted to spear forms quicker than most warriors I’ve seen when he trained."
A pause.
"...Still reckless."
Ganesha chuckled hearing who was complaining about reckless.
-Chuckle!
"That’s not recklessness. That’s confidence."
"Same thing,"
Kartikeya replied flatly.
Nearby—Three young goddesses listened intently.
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Their eyes fixed not on the speakers...
But on the unseen image they had been shown.
Their brother. A stranger until few days before. Who they saw perform on the stage.
Someone they had missed.
"You trained him?" one of them asked softly.
Ganesha nodded with his chest puffed.
"Oh, we did more than that."
A grin spread across his face as most of it were hidden by his trunk.
"We caused trouble together."
Kartikeya exhaled softly how his brother spoiled his little brother.
-Sigh!
"...You caused trouble. He followed."
"Details,"
Ganesha waved it off.
"But why didn’t we meet him? Yet..."
Another sister asked in annoyance.
A brief silence.
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"He had already left, When you returned."
Kartikeya answered honestly.
That answer lingered.
Because now—They were seeing him for the first time without his makeups during his stage performance.
And it didn’t feel like a first meeting.
It felt like... recognition delayed.
Besides them—Another pair observed.
Lord Vishnu and Goddess Lakshmi
Between them hovered a subtle Māyā-screen—not visible, yet unmistakably present.
On it—Devara.
The moment he realized something was wrong.
That the axis of the yuga—Was missing.
That no Krishna had been born.
Vishnu watched in silence.
"...."
No surprise. No panic. Crossed his face. Just... depth of understanding about the weight that fell on his son’s shoulder.
"He felt it,"
Lakshmi said softly in low voice.
Lord Vishnu nodded not arguing about that.
-Nod!
"The weight."
Lakshmi’s gaze softened looking at Devara projection before her..
"And yet he stood."
A faint smile touched her lips.
"No hesitation."
Vishnu’s eyes remained on the unseen screen.
"He chose to follow the path of dharma which makes us very proud of him.."
He chose his destiny with his Choice.
Nearby—Goddess Saraswati did not share the warmth of the others.
Her gaze had shifted. Focused. Sharp. Toward—Lord Brahma
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Who stood in rare silence.
Their eyes met.
No words passed. None were needed.
Because both had seen the same thread unravel.
"This path..." Saraswati said quietly,
"...will not remain contained."
Lord Brahma’s expression did not change.
"It cannot."
A pause.
"If Kamsa is pushed..."
Saraswati continued,
"...he will reach for what he should not."
The implication settled heavily.
A weapon not of war—But of devastation.
Brahma exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
"And Devara..."
His gaze drifted toward Lord Shiva.
"...carries another."
The counter. The equal. Or even more powerful.
But both cant contain each other destructive power.
The catastrophe will be immense.
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