The Cursed Shell

17

'Just a few hours more', the massive assassin thought.

Krystene wasn't the youngest kid Stephenson ever had to kill. He remembered once he killed a fourteen year old girl who entered his house and found hundreds of deadly weapons inside it. She was just to scream when a knife was stabbed through her head and she never saw anything again.

'I'm going to India for my next two targets', he thought.

He had to kill Krystene from Brute's orphanage and then he had to kill Luna Cluster in a hotel in Delhi. Both of his targets were in the same city of the same country.

Now he was only two hours away from his destination.

Josh was feeling a little uncomfortable. It wasn't because of the turbulence outside the plane. It was because he was afraid. He was afraid about the killer. He was afraid for his father. He was afraid for the teen girl who was the target of the killer. He was still nine hours away from India. And he wasn't sure that he would reach on time.

"Why's the killer targeting that girl?" he whispered to himself, ensuring that it wasn't audible to anyone else. "The girl is innocent and just a child. I have to do something before the killer reaches her."

"There is written about the cursed shell in this page!" Lamb exclaimed in joy.

"Read it!" Brute sounded excited.

Lamb focused on his cell–phone's screen and read it silently. After reading the page he turned back to others. He looked disappointed. "There isn't written anything new about the shell in this page."

"Try the next page", Dhawan said.

Lamb scrolled the cell–phone screen down. Brute leaned closer to the screen. They both read the page, and then exchanged glances with each other.

"What happened?" Dhawan asked.

"A part of this quote is also written on the shell", Brute said.

"Yeah, but it's translated from Sanskrit to Hindi", Lamb nodded.

"Translate the quote to me", Dhawan demanded.

"It will start from the end," Brute translated, "the end will start from it!"

It seemed like a Hollywood or Bollywood film dialogue to Dhawan. But he knew that the case wasn't related to any film. It was related to history. A history which isn't proven yet, but has more than a billion believers.

"Read on", Dhawan said.

Brute and Lamb read the whole page. It took almost three minutes for them to do so. After that they turned back to Dhawan.

"It's written that the conch–shell would work only if it is blown in a new–moon night by a person who has the body of a human but is a demon from inside." Lamb said.

"It's also written that," Brute said, "the shell should be used at the place where the sea was churned."

Dhawan crossed his eye–brows. "I don't think that anyone, at least on Earth, knows where the sea was churned."

"According to the puranas, the ocean was churned at Kshir Sagar, which means the milky ocean. It is also the place where Lord Vishnu lives along with Goddess Laxmi. But in this era, no-one knows where it is", Lamb stated.

Dhawan wanted to laugh. He didn't even believe in such things. But he was damn sure that Lamb believed in it. However, Brute was a bit excited as he thought that they could discover the place where Samudra Manthan held, if that place ever existed. 'It'll be cool!' he thought.

"Nothing else about Devaant the cursed shell is written here", Lamb said.

"I think we should read this whole part of the manuscript first", Brute suggested.

They both continued reading the manuscript. But found nothing else about the shell in that part of the manuscript.