Chapter 25: Chapter 23: Boon From Goddess Parvati... Pitful Garutraaksha!..
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Days passed... Then more.
The river did not relent.
Waves crashed. Water struck his body again and again.
Yet—Devara did not move.
Not a tremor. Not a breath wasted.
His mind—Was elsewhere. Calling Goddess Parvati with his prayer.
With unwavering devotion.
High above in the sky at the distance one could not find with his normal eyes—Garutraaksha cut through the clouds.
Wings wide. Eyes sharp.
"...."
Returning to the village—To claim his next prey.
Because no one dared stop him.
Not while he stood under the shadow of Trinavarta
And beyond that—King Kamsa
From the sky—Nothing escaped him.
A rat scurrying. A bird fluttering. A small animals moving around busy in their own life.
Every movent—Clear to his in his eyes.
And then—He saw it.
"...."
A boy. Standing. In the middle of chaos of the raging river Yamuna.
Unmoving. Unbothered. By the world which is moving around him actively.
Garutraaksha slowed his speed fora second.
Circled around Devara from the sky. Once. Twice.
"Strange..."
A child—Alone—Unprotected.
But sothing felt... Off.
Curiosity twisted in his mind. Into amusent.
"Let’s see... my instincts were true."
And then—He descended from high above.
A blur from the sky. Which shows the speed he was descending.
Claws extended—Sharp enough to tear flesh like paper.
A perfect strike. Which he had never lost.
Just before impact—Sothing appeared.
-Ripples!
A sphere. Invisible—Yet undeniable. A barrier.
His claws struck it—And the world snapped.
-Ripples!!!
The force didn’t stop. It returned.
Doubled.
Garutraaksha was hurled back—Spinning—Thrown into the sky like debris.
-WHOOOSH!!!
"...."
He vanished into the clouds.
Not injured—But shaken by the sudden force threw him back into the sky.
"What... was that?!"
anwhile...
Below... Nothing Changed.
On the stone—Devara stood. Still. Unaware. Or perhaps—Unconcerned.
The barrier faded. Like it was never there.
-Ripples!
This was not his doing. Not consciously. This—Was protection.
Divine. Proof that he was protected in silent.
"...."
"...."
"...."
High above at the sky—Garutraaksha scread.
A raw, furious screech.
-SCREEEECH!!!
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Never—Not once—Had he been thrown away like prey.
And below—The boy still stood.
"...."
Unmoved. Unaware. Fully imrsed himself in his penance.
This ti—There was no curiosity.
Only anger. Only intent to kill.
He folded his wings—Dived. Faster. Sharper.
-WHOOSH!!!
The air itself burned around him.
As he neared—His beak opened wide.
Rows of jagged teeth revealed.
From deep within—Fire gathered. Dense. Violent.
And then—He unleashed it.
A torrent of fla—Aid to erase the boy who had humiliated him.
To reduce—To nothing.
But—On the stone—Devara did not move.
"...."
Did not flinch. Did not even know.
No barrier appeared. No shield.
Instead—The fire... bent.
The flas curved. Spiraling around Devara—Without touching him.
A ring. Controlled. Commanded.
From that circle—A shape erged.
First— A flicker. Then—A form.
Then—A roaring lion—Made entirely of fla.
Eyes blazing.
-ROOOOOARRR!!!
Teeth sharp as judgnt.
Born from the Rakshasa’s own attack.
With a deafening roar—It lunged.
Not at random. At its creator.
"...."
The fire struck Garutraaksha—And exploded.
-BOOM!!!
He was thrown—Again. But this ti—Not clean. Not untouched.
His body—Burned. Flas clung to him—Eating at his flesh.
He scread—Pain tearing through his voice.
"-AHHHHHHH!!!"
"I’LL BE BACK—!"
And fled. A streak of fire—Across the sky.
Far away—He crashed into a mountain.
-BAM!!!
The flas died.
But the damage remained. Burns. Deep.
He tried to move—Couldn’t.
His voice echoed through the mountain.
Not in rage—But agony.
-AHHHHHH!!!
Because this—Was not normal fire.
It had judged him.
Back at Yamuna...
On the stone—Devara stood. Still. The river continued to rage.
As if nothing had happened.
This was not just protection. Not just defense. This was—Response to attack again.
After six months...
For six months—Garutraaksha tried several tis.
Again. And again.
A boulder—Dropped from the high above the sky.
Returned.
And struck him back with no logic.
A snake—ant to kill.
Instead curled—Peacefully—Around Devara’s praying hands.
Blades of air—Born from frustration—Reflected. And carved into his own flesh.
Now—He lay beneath a tree.
Broken. Burned. Marked.
A predator—Reduced to prey. By his own ego.
And yet—At Yamuna River
Nothing changed. Devara stood. Still. Unmoved by ti. Unaware of a enemy who seems to be considering him as a unbreakable enemy.
Only—Devotion remained.
Then—The world shifted.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Space rippled. Light descended. And she appeared—Goddess Parvati
Before him.
She looked at him. Not as a goddess. But as a mother.
Pride. Affection. All unhidden.
"...."
Her voice echoed—Gentle.
"My son... Open your eyes. Your prayers have reached ."
The chant stopped.
"Om..."
Faded.
Devara slowly opened his eyes.
"...."
And saw her.
For a mont—He froze. Because this—Was not imagination.
She smiled seeing his reaction.
"I am pleased by your unwavering by your efforts. Tell ... What do you seek?"
Devara paused hearing her words of approval.
Not rushed. Not greedy.
Then—He spoke.
"I don’t want power. I don’t want astras."
A breath.
"I want guidance. When I face difficulty... Guide ... As a mother who would guide her son."
Her eyes softened.
"...."
Because she already knew.
He was hers.
But even through he didn’t an it that way.
And yet—Hearing it—Still mattered.
She raised her hand. Light descended.
Golden. Radiant.
And wrapped around Devara.
Golden armor ford.
Elegant. Divine.
Then faded—Hidden within him.
"This armor na is Parvati Kavach1 will protect you... In monts of life and death. While it stands... You shall not fall."
But she was not done.
"If you beco a ruler... My Durga form shall guard your kingdom. Until you rules the land. And if your enemies abandon dharma..."
Her eyes sharpened.
"Then I will descend ...as Kali."
Then—Everything softened again.
She reached forward—And ruffled his hair.
A simple gesture. More powerful than any weapon.
Without noise—Without grandeur—She vanished.
Like she was never there.
The river flowed. The wind returned.
And Devara stood—No longer just a devotee.
"...."
But one—acknowledged.
He asked for guidance—And received protection. He sought a mother—And was answered by one.
And sowhere far away—
A broken Rakshasa trembled—Unaware—That he had been fighting under the gaze of a goddess.
Devara sat upon the stone he did penance.
The raging current around him—Now felt like background noise.
His mind opened the system panel.
???? [Parvati Kavach – Overview:
???? Auto-activates in life-threatening danger
?? Negates or reflects lethal attacks
?? Divine origin—cannot be bypassed easily
?? Strength increases with severity of threat
???? Remains hidden until triggered.]
He read it silently.
"...."
No excitent. No pride.
Only a quiet acceptance—Like soone receiving sothing natural.
anwhile...
Mount Kailash...
At Mount Kailash goddess Parvati returned.
And before she spoke—She was gently pulled into an embrace. By Lord Shiva
His voice was calm—Yet knowing.
"How is our son?"
Parvati didn’t answer imdiately.
"...."
She leaned into him—Smiling.
"He asked for guidance..."
A soft laugh.
"...not power."
Shiva closed his eyes briefly. A faint smile forming.
He had already seen it with his vision but hearing from his wife.
Because that answer—Said everything.
Bhu Lokh...1
On the stone—Devara stretched slightly.
A simple thought crossed his mind—
’I should bathe.’
He stepped off the stone—Walked to the shore—Removed his clothes—
And jumped into Yamuna River
The current roared—But not against him.
It parted. Flowed. As if recognizing him.
He swam deeper.
Until—He found it.
A stone slab beneath the water.
Smooth. Still. He lay down.
Looking up—At the shimring surface above.
Light bending. Ripples dancing.
No guard. No tension.
His eyes slowly closed.
And just like that—The devotee vanished.
Only a child remained.
Sleeping—Beneath a river.
Deep within the waters from her domain—Yamuna watched.
Not interfering. Just observing.
Because this—Was not weakness.
The way he could effortlessly stay in her currents proves how strong he was.
After few hours...
Beneath the waters of Yamuna River
Devara slept peacefully like it was his own bedroom.
Not long. Just enough.
"...."
When he woke—He rose calmly.
Swam upward.
And stepped onto the shore.
He reached for his clothes and dressed up—When—
"HELP—!"
A woman’s voice. Panicked. Desperate.
Hearing the call for help Devara turned to look who it was.
A young won who seems to be caught in the raging current of river Yamuna.
Devara didn’t think.
"...."
Didn’t question.
He ran. And jumped. Straight into the raging river.
The current fought. But he didn’t. He moved through it.
Found her. Grasped her hand.
Pulled her close.
"Hold on."
He shifted her behind him—Her arms around his neck—And swam.
Steady. Unwavering.
Until—He reached land.
Placed her down gently.
Sothing Feels... Off by looking at her closely.
She looked like a commoner.
Simple clothes. But—Her aura. Too refined. Too composed.
Like royalty hiding in plain sight.
"...."
Devara knelt down besides her. Checked her pulse. Steady.
"She’s fine..."
But unconscious.
He pressed her stomach—Carefully.
Trying to push out any swallowed water.
"...."
No response from her.
He paused for a second thinking it was going no where.
"Should I...?"
A breath.
"It’s to save her."
Convincing himself it was to save her. Not because she looks pretty.
He leaned closer to perform the deed, But—A hand—Suddenly grabbed his face.
Firm. Stopping him completely.
While his lips were in the position seems like he was about to kiss.
Her eyes opened. Sharp. Alert.
"...."
And her face—Slightly red.
"What... are you doing?"
Not weak. Not confused.
But—accusing.
Devara froze in the sa kissing position. Then snapped out.
Trying to quickly explain—
"You weren’t waking up—I was trying to help—"
She narrowed her eyes hearing his hurried response.
A look that clearly said—
’I know what you were about to do.’
After a mont—She released him from the awkward postion.
Sat up. Composed.
"My na is Yami. A fisherwoman."
She introduced herself. But the river knew.
And so did sothing deeper within Devara—This was no ordinary woman.
Devara opened his mouth—Ready to continue explaining—When—
"Cough..."
Yami’s soft cough snapped him back.
He froze. Then scratched the back of his head.
"...."
A rare sight—The boy who faced Rakshasas without blinking... Now awkward.
"Ah... I’m Devaratha..."
A small pause.
"Everyone calls
Devara."
Yami nodded feeling the awkwardness finally let go.
Her eyes observing him carefully.
"Why are you alone here? Don’t you know this forest is dangerous? Animals... Rakshasas ...they could be after you."
Devara blinked once—Then laughed. Bright. Carefree.
-Blink!
"...."
He puffed his chest proudly.
"I’m strong."
Simple. Direct. No boasting. No explanation.
Just belief in his strength.
Yami looked at him. Who was very confidence in his strength.
For a mont—Her gaze softened.
Not at his strength—But at his innocence.
"...."
They spoke a little more.
Nothing heavy. Nothing serious.
Just small words—Floating like leaves on water.
Then—She reached into her pouch at side of her wrist. And brought out a small chain.
Pearls. Simple. Elegant.
She stepped closer—And placed it around his neck.
"For saving ."
Her tone was light.
But sothing deeper lingered beneath it as she spoke.
For a brief mont—The pearls shimred faintly.
Like they rembered sothing ancient.
Before Devara could say anything—She turned. And walked away.
Quickly. Almost... Too quickly. Like if she had sothing important to take care off.
The river flowed. The wind moved.
"...."
"...."
"...."
And Devara stood there—Touching the necklace.
He didn’t realize it.
But this wasn’t just a gift.
It was—A mark. A blessing. A connection.
Left by a curious goddess who wanted to test him. But caught off guard by his actions and ran away finding a good excuse.
As Devara held the pearl chain—
A soft shimr crossed his vision.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
?? [Item Identified: Yamuna Pearl Chain
?? Blessing of Yamuna
?? Clears ntal disturbances
???? Stabilizes thoughts during confusion or emotional conflict
?? Enhances clarity in decision-making
???? Passive effect (always active)]
Devara blinked looking at the system panel.
Then looked at the chain again.
"This... isn’t normal..."
His expression shifted. Concern.
"Did I just take soone’s family treasure...?"
A small frown ford.
-Frown!
"I’ll return it soday... Or repay it."
Because in his mind—This wasn’t a divine blessing.
It was a kind woman’s valuable possession.
And that mattered more.
anwhile...
Sowhere Dark...
Far from the river—Inside a jagged cave—Lay Garutraaksha
Burned. Scarred. Barely recovering.
Then—A roar. Loud. Sharp. Ca out of the cave.
"GARUTRAAKSHA!!!"
The cave trembled feeling her wrath.
From the entrance stord—A fierce Rakshasi1—Blue-grey skin, wind swirling faintly around her form.
Her na—ghavarnaa
Daughter of storm lineage. Younger sister of Trinavarta
She marched in—Eyes blazing in furry.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR SIX MONTHS?! Did you find so side chick?! I SWEAR—!"
"I’LL RIP HER HEAD OFF AND FEED IT TO YOU—!"
"AND THEN I’LL ASK MY BROTHER TO SLOWLY KILL YOU!"
She stepped closer—And froze.
"...."
Because what she saw—Was not betrayal. It was ruin.
Her expression snapped changing from rage to concern.
"What... happened to you?!"
She rushed forward. Supporting him. Checking his wounds.
Garutraaksha looked away.
"...."
A flicker of sha. He couldn’t say it.
That a child—Ignored him. He tried to attack him.
That everything he threw—Turned against him. So instead—He spoke.
"A brat... Around ten... Attacked ."
His voice hardened.
"Overpowered... Arrogant... Bullied ."
ghavarnaa’s eyes darkened hearing her husband’s words.
Storm energy flickered faintly around her.
"A child... did this?"
Her grip tightened on him possesivily.
"Then we kill him."
Simple. Cold. Because now—This wasn’t just a hunt for fun.
It was—Personal.
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