THE DIVINE ASTRAS

Chapter 11

First, Rishi Angirasa, and now this. Shukra was running through the woods next to his home, crying, broken and angry, he had vowed revenge on the Gods. He would kill the immortal, the eternal, Trimurti, he would kill Brihaspati, he would kill Rishi Angirasa.
'Guru Angirasa used to favour his son, that I could understand, but declaring him the future teacher of deities? That moron cannot compare to me! I have mastered the Mrita-Sanjivani formula at such a young age! What has he mastered? Shooting the bow? Peeing standing up! Nepotism runs rampant everywhere! Mother you shall be avenged.'
He didn't want anything now, he was tired, he just had one goal, kill the Gods and the deities and their "teacher". After this he could rest in peace.
'Why attack the defenseless Asuras? They are a peaceful people. These Devas are such jerks! "But Shukra, he killed my devotee!" Did you even ask the Asura why? Did you even know what had transpired? Listening to word of mouth, and just believing on it and taking lives. Who're the bad ones now? Well, doesn't matter, I'll just kill the Gods and kill myself. That's it.'
His feet now had burst blisters on the bottom now, from all this running, he was fazing now, he felt dizzy. And from nowhere, came the tree trunk.
He blacked out.

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"How do you feel now little boy?" said a voice.
Shukra opened his eyes. It seemed everything was blurry, but his eyes started to gain focus pretty quick. It was a small house, made from cowdung cakes and straw. There was a small lantern hung in the middle, he seemed to be resting on a bed. He started checking his head for signs of bleeding, felt some bandages wrapped around it.
"Thank you, kind sir." said Shukra.
"What's your name boy?"
"Shukra."
"Do your parents know where you are?"
"No. Maybe, my father."
"What about your mother? She must be worried sick!"
Upon hearing that Shukra's face became pale, his eyes widened in exclamation and almost instantaneously, he started crying.
"There, there, boy, now you are my son."
He immediately stood up.
"I cannot be your son, I plan to murder a lot of people, I cannot be what you want me to be."
"Then, just be what you want."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Something wasn't right. But Shukra couldn't have sensed it.
"I love you, and thank you."
"Ohhhhh.....I love you too son!"
They hugged, and in that embrace, Shukra found peace.
Pushing him away, the man announced, "Now, get up and wash my clothes. Go to the nearby river, on the way back, get me some food."
"As you say, father."
"What are you standing around here for now? SCRAM!"
"I just wanted to..."
"WHAT?"
"Nothing."
Smack! The man slapped him.
Shukra fell on the floor.
"How dare you waste my time! You orphan, no good, piece of shit! Get my work done now or I'll kill you!"
Shukra ran out.

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A few years later
"Did you do my work?" said the man.
"Yes, I have washed the clothes."
The man's expression seemed to calm down.
"Really, my child!"
"Yes, father. I've also made your food, washed your bed, dried it, put some flowers on it, and..."
Suddenly, Shukra picked up a knife and threw it at the man, he dodged, the knife lodged it's sharp edge into a snake. It died on the spot. It appeared as though, even if he hadn't dodged it, it wouldn't have hurt him, it would have just damaged the snake.
"YOU SAVED MY LIFE!"
Shukra didn't respond.
"You really do love me!"
"I live to love and serve you sir."
"Come closer, my child!"
Shukra walked closer to him.
"I love you, sir... I was about to walk a path of malice when you saved me, I could have lost my s..."
Smack! He slapped him again.
"REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES! NOWWW!"
As soon as Shukra removed the top, you could see the scars on his body, made by a pointy weapon of some sorts.
The man stood up, walked to something and picked it up.
"NO SIR! PLEASE! NOT THE WHIP! IT HURTS SO MUCH!"
He started crying.
The whip had tiger teeth in it. And it was very long. About 3 feet.
CRACK!
The sound of the whip was deafening. It got stuck in his skin, he kept one leg on Shukra, and kicked him.
The whip pulled out, he started bleeding.
CRACK! KICK! CRACK! KICK! CRACK! KICK!
"Your love for me will be your undoing boy! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"But, sir. But, fatherrr...." cried a bleeding Shukra.
This time the whip put a superficial cut on his neck.
"I will kill you boy!"
SPLITCH!
The boy stabbed the man.
"What the....HOW DARE YOU?"
The man raised his whip.
SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH!
The man was about dead in the second stab.
SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH!
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH!
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He started dancing around the room.
"NOW WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY! FATHER? My love for you, is now, 'your undoing' HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH! SPLITCH!
He dropped the knife. And dropped on the floor himself.
He lay down on the floor, bleeding, blood everywhere, the dead snake, the dead man, the punctured body of Shukra.
Shukra started crying loudly, "Mother, I miss you!"

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Present time
"This world....deserves to die. DIEEEEEEEE!"
Shukra raised up one of his finger and another loud boom was heard.
"GURGAON is now GONEGAON! I shall kill everyone. VISHNUUUU!"