A Different Record Of Ragnarok

Chapter V: It All Comes Down to This

Once, it was all darkness all around, but then there was light. After light existed, countless centuries passed by without anything happening in the vast expanse of the universe.

Powerful beings came to life, born from the power of an omnipotent creator. Gods and goddesses, mythologies, and legendary stories spread around as the universe itself grows without stopping.

Along those deities came other creations.

Life enveloped the entirety of creation. Concepts came to being and planted themselves into reality. Fire, shadows, beliefs, and many more emerged and etched themselves in the annals of time.

A myriad of emotions were born as the years went by without a stop, and one goddess came to life from one of them.

Durga, a Hindu warrior goddess was once locked into a seemingly unending battle against the demon in buffalo form, Mahishasura. Their combat lasted for an incredibly long time. None dared to count for how long for they will definitely be lost halfway there.

The battle did not do Durga any good as her emotions got the better of her, or that is what Mahishasura thought.

Durga's burning rage served as a turning point for the battle. Her anger was so intense that flames manifested from it, covering her entire body with violent purple flames that consumed anything it touched. Her flow of movements was akin to a dance, thus giving way to the Rudra Tandava, the dance of anger.

But along with her victory against Mahishasura, her rage gave birth to another being. The thoughts of Durga at that moment to defeat evil have given birth to a goddess that contradicts her goal due to the intense rage she has given. The roars of burning wrath have given life to a being, emerging from Durga's forehead, from Durga's bellowing rage, and from Durga's thoughts and mind.

That being named herself Kālī.

Fueled by the rage of Durga, the newly created goddess went on a rampage that did not cease for centuries. She destroyed countless things as her mindless berserk carried on, her not being aware of her current state.

Worlds crumbled beneath her rage, creatures perished with her growls and snarls, and reality fractures due to her fire that burns hotter the angrier she gets, and angrier she gets as she becomes consumed by her wrath.

Seeing the force she is wielding, no deity dared to cross paths with her, fearing that they would get hurt, or possibly lose themselves in her anger, or lose their lives. Some did not even bother, for what does not affect them is something they should not be busy with.

Well, none have tried for years, until one finally stepped in.

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"Geez, the dust is taking so long to settle," Heimdall grumbles under his breath, making sure the audience does not hear his voice as he wipes his goggles after the dust covers their lenses. "A commentator and referee has to do his thing, you know. This is unacceptable," he went on before something clicked into his mind.

'Oh! This builds suspense! Wait, I take back what I have said! This is really good!' The god then looks around, giggling to himself when he sees the anxious faces of his mixed audience. 'Magnificent! This dust is really doing a great job of keeping my people on the edge of their seats! It's time to capitalize on this moment!'

"Well-"

Heimdall was about to comment when a loud roar reverberated and cut him off before he could even get two words out.

The intensity of the roar was accompanied by gusts of wind that pushed the cloud of dust away, making the spectators shield their eyes and cover their noses to avoid discomfort.