In the grand courtroom, Ajashakti sat stoically on his ornate throne, surrounded by his Asuras. The Rakshasa ministers, with fury in their eyes, filled the chamber with their loud voices, expressing their outrage and discontent.
"You have crossed a line, Asur-raj ! The blood of our king stains your hands !" One Rakshasa minister bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury.
Another minister stepped forward, his voice dripping with venom. "You have sealed the fate of our alliance with your bloodshed. We will not stand idly by while you defile our sovereignty."
Despite the chaos swirling around him, Ajashakti remained composed, his eyes unwavering as he listened to their accusations. His regal demeanor only seemed to stoke the flames of the Rakshasas' anger, fueling their threats and promises of retribution.
"You have overstepped, Ajashakti ! Maharaj Ketunemi's blood will not go unavenged !"
"You will pay for your insolence. You will taste the true power now !"
Ajashakti's gaze remained unwavering as he calmly commanded his daitya soldiers, "Seize them."
The soldiers moved swiftly, surrounding the agitated Rakshasa ministers, their weapons drawn. Fear gripped the room as Ajashakti uttered the chilling order, "Cut off their heads."
Ajashakti commands, sending the Rakshasas into a frenzy as the Daityas raise their weapons. But just as the blades are about to strike, Ajashakti's voice cuts through the tension. "Stop. Let them all go," he declares with authority.
The soldiers, unwaveringly obedient, comply without hesitation. Confusion clouds the faces of the Rakshasas as the soldiers release their grip.
"Does your power tastes like this ?" Ajashakti asked.
The room falls silent, the tension thick with unspoken defiance and begrudging respect. The Rakshasas' faces contort with contempt, unable to retaliate against the Asur-raj's calculated display of authority and mercy.
"You have no power here, none before me." Ajashakti's voice rang out in the courtroom, "Leave now, while I still allow you to."
Vakrang watches with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. His gaze shifts between Ajashakti and the Rakshasas, realizing that the fragile alliance between their factions is now at risk of crumbling.
"Fine ! From now, no alliance exists between our race and yours !" The Rakshasas, their faces twisted with outrage, declared.
With one last defiant glare, they stormed out of the room, leaving behind a palpable sense of animosity. The once strong alliance now lay shattered, and the repercussions of Ketunemi's death reverberate through the courtroom.
Among the turmoil, Pralayant watched in disbelief as he observed Ajashakti's uncharacteristic actions. The emperor had always been known for his calmness, never before displaying such a rash decision-making.
Pralayant approached Ajashakti, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment. "My lord, this was not right. Killing Ketunemi was a rash decision."
Ajashakti's eyes blazed with fury as he snapped back, "Do you have sympathy towards that treacherous Ketunemi, Pralayant ?"
"Our alliance with the Rakshasas was necessary for our strength. Now, we stand divided." Pralayant replied.
Ajashakti's voice thundered through the room, "He sought my wife !"
"Will you burn all the Asuras for a mere human woman like her !?" Vakrang's voice boomed through the courtroom.
Rising from his throne, Ajashakti's eyes blazed with defiance as he declared, "If it would please her, then I would."
Vakrang's eyes widened, as he stared at Ajshakti with shock and disbelief. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone held their breath.
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AJASHAKTI ANUGAMINI : An HHS Spinoff
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