Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 1

[169] A Man Will Die, But Not His Ideas

Chapter 169: A Man Will Die, But Not His Ideas

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Mount Meru's Heaven, Svarga, was a realm that Indra ruled. He was the Emperor of this realm, as well as the King of all Devas. Among the many heavens, this one was an island floating in the clouds with cosmic lightning sparking around.

The God Emperor wore a frown, his hands behind his back, as he walked to his grand throne room. Unlike the throne room in Asgard and Aztec, this was not indoors, it was under the open sky, above the rooftop of the grand castle of Indra.

It was a divine throne room beyond mortal comprehension. He stepped inside to find the ever-familiar sight of towering pillars made out of shimmering gold that rose like mighty sentinels; the pillars held no roof on top, they were just there, standing proud. The pillars' surface was adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of celestial battles; Mahabharat.

Eyes turned to him as he stepped inside. Wukong, the Monkey King, waved at him as he smoked from a hookah. Those younglings of the Hero Faction also looked at him, as well as the few other Devas in the hall.

He ignored them and approached his large throne. His steps were heavy and the air thrummed with power, charged with the energy of a thousand storms, as if the very atmosphere acknowledged the presence of the god who ruled here.

"We've found him," he said as he stopped in front of his throne, looking down at it. "I'll be sending Wukong to fetch him now."

On the throne which was always empty unless Indra occupied it, a black haired girl in her teens, small and frail, bound by chains of divine essence, sat. No, more than sitting, it was more accurate to say she was tied against it. The God King's throne thrummed with divinity as it worked to keep her tied, unwilling to let her escape. The chains that bound her shimmered with a faint blue-white light, pulsing with the power of Indra's divine authority, ensuring her captivity. Any other prison would have been unable to contain her, so the throne had to be used in this manner.

With a wave of his hand, her blindfolds had come off a second ago. Her purple eyes held a glimmer of defiance till a moment ago, but hearing Indra's words, the defiance vanished and her eyes matched the softness of her smile. Indra didn't know if she was happy, or if she just resigned herself to her fate.

"So you say," Despite her predicament, there was an air of dignity about her as she spoke. She was a prisoner, yes, wounded and bleeding from parts from past injuries that the chains didn't let her heal from. Yet she bore herself with a grace that spoke of nobility — which Indra respected. "I shall wait for him, then, and see for myself."

"...." Indra crossed his arms. "I'd love it if you cooperate after that. Keep it in mind, that if you cooperate, you'll only end up dead as a Goddess, but will reincarnate as a mortal woman with a blessed fortune. But if you force us to take the hard way, then... unfortunately, the entirety of your soul will be forged into a weapon."

"Yes, you've said so countless times already," her soft smile didn't leave her lips for a single second. "Bring him to me, and I'll do as you say."

Indra didn't trust that smile one bit.

Some would just see swallow depth in it, that she was excited to meet this person, but Indra saw more. This woman... she smiled as if the man who was coming would solve all her problems in the world. As if she could trust the entire world to him, and he would succeed in protecting it.

That made Indra irritated.

"Wukong," Indra looked at his trusty right-hand man in the distance, who raised his head to show that he was listening. "There is somewhere you need to visit."