Chapter 89: Chapter 87: Pat The Big Cat’s... Addicted To Soft Fur...
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The chant rang powerfully through the immigration lines as the old priest shouted the chant of Lord Narashima.
Heads turned imdiately.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The soldiers paused hearing it.
Even the restless sabertooth tigers reacted slightly to the sudden voice.
Further ahead,
Devara had been preparing to turn toward another district—But the chant caught his attention just before he turn.
He gently pulled the reins.
The Vajravyaghra Rath slowed smoothly, the divine beasts lowering their pace while still radiating restrained ferocity.
Devara turned to look who it was.
"..."
From atop the chariot, he saw them.
The immigrants at the kingdom’s border main gate.
The exhausted travelers.
The hopeful faces staring toward him in awe and excitent.
And among them—The priest from Mathura, still standing with folded hands and tears visible in his eyes.
For a brief mont, the night seed to quiet around the scene.
Then Devara lightly redirected the reins.
Instead of continuing away—
He guided the Vajravyaghra Rath back toward the gathered crowd.
This ti, at a calm pace.
The divine sabertooth tigers no longer thundered through the streets like predators unleashed.
Instead, they moved slowly, majestically, their glowing eyes scanning the surroundings while the immigrants instinctively parted to make way.
Children stared wide-eyed.
So adults lowered themselves respectfully.
Others simply looked overwheld.
Because their first night entering this kingdom had suddenly beco sothing they would tell stories about for the rest of their lives.
The future king himself—Riding a divine chariot beneath torchlit skies—
Approaching them personally just after they entered the kingdom.
The Vajravyaghra Rath ca to a complete stop before the gathered immigrants.
The four divine sabertooth tigers stood tall beneath the torchlight, their glowing eyes scanning the surroundings while faint mist-like breath escaped from their mouths into the cool night air.
Even standing still,
They radiated enough presence that many newcors remained frozen in awe.
Then Devara stepped down from the chariot.
The mont his feet touched the stone road, the atmosphere shifted subtly.
Not heavier. Warr.
He looked across the gathered immigrants carefully.
Families clutching their belongings.
Children half-hiding behind parents.
Old travelers exhausted from long journeys.
Artisans holding the tools of their trade.
Temple servants. rchants.
Common people who had left familiar lands behind for a chance at sothing uncertain.
Devara slowly folded his hands toward them.
"Welco," he said gently, "to Trivenivrata."
No grand declaration. No royal superiority.
Just sincerity.
Several immigrants imdiately bowed their heads respectfully in return.
Others folded their hands nervously.
Devara’s eyes briefly moved across the carts and belongings they carried.
The signs were obvious.
These were not temporary visitors. They had co to settle.
To build lives here.
And that mattered to him more than they realized.
"You have my gratitude,"
He said honestly.
"Leaving one’s holand is not a small decision."
The gathered people looked visibly surprised hearing those words from a prince.
Many rulers demanded loyalty.
Very few acknowledged sacrifice.
Then Devara’s attention shifted toward the elderly priest standing near the front.
The sa priest from Mathura who had first begun chanting the na of Narasimha during the fall of Kamsa.
The old man was still staring at Devara as though witnessing sothing sacred.
His eyes shimred with restrained tears.
For nearly his entire life, he and his father had devoted themselves to prayers and worship of Narasimha.
And now—Standing before a young man capable of taking that very divine form—
The priest felt as though the purpose of his devotion had finally beco tangible.
Devara noticed the overwhelming emotion imdiately.
So instead of creating distance—He walked closer.
Then gently placed a hand on the priest’s shoulder.
The old priest visibly trembled at the gesture.
"Was your journey smooth?"
Devara asked softly.
The priest swallowed once before nodding quickly.
-Gulp! Nod!
"Yes... yes, Maharaj,"
He answered respectfully, his voice unsteady.
The surrounding immigrants watched the interaction in silence.
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"...."
"...."
Because there was no performance in it.
No calculated royal image. Only genuine concern.
After a few monts, Devara turned his attention back toward the larger crowd.
And this ti, his voice carried farther.
"There is sothing all of you should understand clearly."
The guards nearby straightened instinctively.
"In this kingdom,"
Devara continued calmly,
"there will be no discrimination between higher and lower caste."
The words spread through the crowd like sudden wind.
Several people visibly stiffened.
Others looked uncertain whether they had heard correctly.
Devara remained steady.
"I will judge people by their ability. Their conduct. Their effort. Not by birth."
The silence afterward was imnse.
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Because many standing there had lived their entire lives beneath systems that constantly reminded them where they supposedly belonged.
So among the lower communities looked almost afraid to believe him.
Others simply stared quietly.
Devara did not force them to accept his words imdiately.
Trust took ti.
He understood that.
So instead, he simply gestured toward the soldiers nearby.
"Take them to the prepared settlents. Ensure every family receives proper lodging and food."
The soldiers imdiately bowed.
"As you command."
Soon the immigration lines slowly began moving again, this ti guided deeper into Trivenivrata.
And as Devara stood beneath the torch lit night watching them enter his kingdom—Many among the immigrants found themselves thinking the sa thing.
Perhaps—Just perhaps—The stories about this kingdom were true after all.
After bidding farewell to the immigrants and ensuring they were properly guided toward the settlent districts,
Devara finally turned the Vajravyaghra Rath back toward the royal palace.
The divine sabertooth tigers surged forward once more,
Though this ti their pace was calr, carrying the young prince through the torchlit avenues of Trivenivrata beneath the deepening night sky.
By the ti he entered the palace grounds again, many guards and servants had already gathered discreetly near the courtyards just to catch another glimpse of the celestial chariot.
Royal Palace...
And standing near the palace entrance—
Waiting for him—Was Gandhari.
It seed she had co down shortly after he left earlier, unable to resist seeing the divine chariot up close herself.
The Vajravyaghra Rath slowed before her, the sabertooth tigers letting out low rumbling growls that vibrated through the marble pathway beneath them.
Gandhari instinctively took a small step back.
Not out of fear exactly—But because standing before the divine beasts directly felt very different from admiring them safely from a balcony.
They were enormous.
Powerful.
Their sharp fangs glead beneath the palace lights while their glowing eyes carried the unmistakable presence of apex predators.
Then Devara stepped down from the chariot.
And imdiately looked toward her with the kind of expression that practically announced:
’Look what I found.’
The pride on his face was so openly visible that Gandhari almost laughed despite herself.
"You’re enjoying this too much,"
She said, though amusent already colored her voice.
Devara only grinned wider.
-Grin!
Without saying anything further, he gently took her hands into his own.
The warmth of his grip steadied her slightly.
Then, before she could protest properly, he carefully guided her closer toward one of the sabertooth tigers.
Gandhari stiffened instantly already guessing the idea in his mind.
"Swami1..."
"It’s fine," he assured calmly.
The tiger lowered its massive head slightly as they approached, golden eyes watching quietly.
Then Devara slowly placed Gandhari’s hand against the beast’s fur.
For one brief second, she expected sothing terrifying.
"...."
Instead—Softness of the fur t her.
Her eyes widened in shock.
The thick silver-blue fur was unexpectedly warm and unbelievably soft beneath her fingers, dense like winter clouds touched by moonlight.
The sabertooth tiger gave a low rumble—Not threatening.
-Grr!
Content by the touch.
Then, to her complete surprise, another tiger leaned closer and casually licked her hand.
Gandhari froze by the response she was receiving.
"...."
The enormous predator blinked at her innocently afterward, looking far too pleased with itself.
-Blink!
Nearby guards visibly struggled not to laugh in helplessness at the contrast between the terrifying divine beast and its strangely cat-like behavior.
Devara chuckled openly now.
-Chuckle!
Seeing Gandhari’s earlier hesitation slowly lt away into fascination was far too entertaining.
The remaining tigers also moved closer one by one, nudging lightly against Devara’s shoulders or lowering their heads toward him until he absentmindedly patted them.
And suddenly the terrifying celestial predators looked less like battlefield monsters and more like oversized divine cats demanding affection.
Gandhari cautiously brushed her fingers through the fur again.
Then again and again.
And before long, she seed entirely absorbed in the feeling, gently stroking the tiger’s mane while it practically leaned into the attention.
Devara watched the scene with quiet amusent.
"...."
Monts earlier she had been intimidated.
Now she looked seconds away from arguing that they should be allowed inside the palace.
One of the tigers even flopped down heavily onto the stone ground with enough force to shake the courtyard slightly before lazily exposing part of its side like it expected belly rubs from royalty.
Devara laughed softly.
"-Haha!!!"
And Gandhari—Still petting the divine beast—Finally realized exactly what was happening.
"They’re just giant cats,"
She accused with a mock angry.
The nearest sabertooth tiger let out a pleased rumble as if proudly agreeing with the statent.
Devara looked utterly unapologetic.
"They’re very majestic giant cats. So you are not wrong my sweet heart."
And sohow—That made the scene even more ridiculous.
The palace courtyard of Trivenivrata had descended into an unexpectedly peaceful scene.
The terrifying divine sabertooth tigers that monts earlier looked capable of tearing through armies were now sprawled lazily across the polished stone grounds beneath the moonlight.
One rested near the palace fountain, tail flicking occasionally.
Another had completely surrendered to Gandhari’s gentle scratching beneath its mane, rumbling deeply like an oversized contented cat.
Devara leaned lightly against one of the tigers while chuckling at the sight.
Then, with a faint shimr of celestial light, the Vajravyaghra Rath itself vanished—returning to the system space as he unsummoned it.
Only the divine beasts remained.
Devara had intentionally allowed it.
The tigers would roam the palace grounds freely for now.
And judging by how several palace guards were cautiously trying to pet one when they thought nobody was looking—
The beasts were rapidly becoming the kingdom’s most intimidating source of emotional support.
Far below Bhulok1—
Beneath the seven lower realms hidden from ordinary mortals—
Lay Patala Lokh1.
Not a land of endless fire as so imagined.
No. Patala was stranger than mortal minds often understood.
It was a realm beneath realms.
A vast subterranean world illuminated not by sun or moon, but by glowing gemstones embedded into colossal cavern ceilings stretching farther than mortal eyes could comprehend.
Rivers of luminous blue and green waters flowed silently through ancient valleys.
Massive serpent cities belonging to nagas coiled around crystal mountains as Many nagas too lived here as it was too close to their Naga lokh1 and connected to it.
Rakshasa fortresses rose from black stone cliffs carved with symbols older than many kingdoms of Bhulok itself.
The air carried strange warmth, mixed with the scent of minerals, incense, and ancient magic.
So parts of Patala shimred with haunting beauty.
Others carried darkness deep enough to unsettle even gods.
And within one quieter region of this vast underworld realm—Inside a modest stone residence near an underground waterway—
A young rakshasa sat cross-legged while eating the al prepared by his mother.
Unlike many monstrous rakshasas described in fearful mortal tales,
He still looked young.
His features carried traces of his demonic heritage—slightly sharp canines, dark reddish eyes, and faint markings near his arms—
But he had not yet grown into the terrifying presence many rakshasas eventually developed.
His mother sat beside him warmly, serving more food into his bowl with quiet affection.
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