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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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"It is the night of a Goddess who has slayed dangerous demons that have once instilled fear into mankind and vowed to steal all the light. Demons that fed on the flesh and bones of old and bathed in the blood of young, lusted after women and made a slave out of free-spirited children. The same demons who successfully defeated all demi-gods and claimed heavenly lands, and exiled divine armies.
Unable to stop their prowess, intimidated by their power, Gods came together and created a female with a face like the moon and eyes like the sun. They adorned her with unique ornaments and filled her hands with weapons, for she was their protector, the mother who provided shade against the hellish fire carried by monsters.
The entire world recognized her supremacy when she alone tackled unholy armies and cut the head of prominent leaders. It happened centuries ago, but her story is still punctuated as an assurance to mankind that whenever darkness will knock at the door, she will be on the other side to answer it. The warrior Goddess with eight arms and fire in her third eye still ventures the earthly lands to show her devotees the right way.
That is why both men and women worship her."
"ENOUGH"
The witch bellowed unhinged, oozing with disbelief. She found the sordid story coming from the mouth of an entity that dwells in darkness and swallows whoever crosses his path, hard to digest. His praising of a mythological heroine came as shock. Shouldn't the creatures of night hate Gods or feel threatened by their names?
"I didn't ask you to replay the legend. I had wished to distract the King from reaching home on time so that the princess loses her faith in him. The more aloof they are of each other, the more their bond weakens, slowly making the beastly spirit vulnerable." She gritted through a clenched jaw. In frustration, her bony fingers curled tightly around the black garment she wore.
Demonic laughter rang in chilling silence. The witch stiffened in mid-tantrum realizing her mistake and gulped. She can't order around like he was a worm of the living world. He was a crawler from the underworld where they torture the damned souls. Suddenly, a hand bigger than her face cupped her jaw in a bone-shattering grip. Long nails dug into her wrinkled cheeks, threatening to draw blood.
"I am not your slave, mud blood. I am the lord of three deadly legions of hell. I was summoned with a promise of a virgin soul in return for the chaos you seek. Now I am stuck here because of your failed attempts."
"Forgive.. me..ee"
"I didn't fail. I did my job right. It was you who forget to reveal that a mother is watching over her son from the other side. The hooligan was under my control, but the car driver who interrupted my influence was possessed by her..." The demon hissed the truth.
The witch whimpered feeling her heart palpitating like a bird's. He roared, invisible to her foggy eyes, and tossed her high in the air.
