Sankarshana - The Mighty Bringer Of Joy

Curses and No More Consolations

Pre chapter a/n: laugh at my title (it's actually the lamest title and it sounds like a joke) because I don't know if you'll have anything else to laugh at in this chapter.

It is about the end of Dwapara Yuga, that is the end of Balarama and Krishna on earth. Please only read if you feel like, I understand if you don't want to.

For those of you who do wish to read, I know I haven't done justice to this. But that's okay cause otherwise it would be too painful. There is a little flash of comfort at the end (because it's kinda like that in the original) because I think we all need that comfort.

Plus I apologise for typos! Good luck 😭

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The war between the Yadavas had been on for a while now. Krishna and Balarama were watching it right in front of their eyes. The many curses received by the Yadavas were coming to life right in front of them.

The Yadavas had performed auspicious rituals and worshipped the Parabrahma in anticipation of their curse taking shape. However, they had then consumed a beverage and in that intoxication, they were quick to pick up weapons and start fighting each other.

Krishna shared a quick glance with his brother, both equally expressionless. The two of them had stood amidst a battlefield, innumerable people fighting around them, many times in the past. From the demons sent by Kamsa to big wars against armies full of chariot-warriors, the duo had together defeated all of them.

Today, both of them knew they weren't going to be the victors. The only one who would win would be destiny.

Krishna suddenly saw an arrow lodge itself into Balarama's arm and he nearly stopped breathing in that moment. The reality of losing his brother was so close to him that day, that Krishna didn't even think he could speak.

He grabbed a sword himself and struck every arrow approaching Balarama out of the way, while the latter watched for a minute. "I can fight, Kanha." he said, almost smiling at his brother.

Krishna only looked at his face and then at the arrow in his arm.

"One arrow. You've seen me fight with worse injuries. Have you forgotten?"

"You're an old man!" Krishna scowled. "Let me do what I'm doing."

"I'm a couple years older than you." He pushed his brother away gently. "I am a Yadava too. I'll take part too." He grabbed a mace and fought to defend himself.

Krishna kept looking at his brother every few seconds, as more and more Yadavas attacked both of them. He was inevitably reminded of all those wars with Jarasandha that they'd both fought together, and won.

The two of them were invincible together. He almost chuckled to himself in sheer pain. That was why Niyati, destiny, was going to separate them, so that victory would be hers that day.

Along the banks of River Saraswati, flowing into the mighty Samudra, the Yadava war continued. Eventually, Krishna and Balarama began to get irritated with the way they were being attacked constantly by the intoxicated Yadavas, who seemed to have forgotten so much that they couldn't even recognise their own. They seemed to see the sons of Vasudeva as their adversaries too.

In front of his eyes, Krishna saw his brothers, his children, his grandchildren die. It reminded him, in every way possible, of the brutalities of Kurukshetra and his heart hurt. He had nowhere to look but at what was happening before him. He stood on bloodied soil, surrounded by broken weapons and human beings that had been torn apart physically.

Among the fallen corpses were his children, his beloved children. He felt his throat closing up, seeing nothing but blood and flesh where his children stood until a while back. Many of his dear friends were somewhere on the ground, they had all become a part of this massacre.