Chapter 159: Chapter 157: Prediction Of Deva Guru... Unfair Boon...
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God Indra couldn’t explain it.
"...."
No enemy stood before him.
No warning had arrived.
No messenger had reported trouble.
Yet his instincts screamed danger.
The same instincts that had helped him survive countless battles throughout the ages.
The same instincts that warned him whenever disaster approached.
A chill ran through him.
The king of the gods slowly rose from his throne.
The nearby attendants immediately became nervous.
Indra rarely looked serious.
When he did...
Something important was happening.
Without hesitation he issued an order.
"Summon
The attendants immediately bowed.
"As you command."
Moments later divine messengers raced through the heavens.
The order spread quickly.
Meanwhile God Indra walked toward an open balcony.
His eyes stared toward the endless heavens.
The feeling refused to leave.
If anything, it was becoming stronger.
Almost as though fate itself was whispering a warning.
That something very big and bad is about to happen.
Several hours later...
Deva Guru Brihaspati arrived.
The guru of the gods entered calmly.
His face remained peaceful as always.
Wisdom seemed to surround him naturally.
The moment he entered the chamber, God Indra folded his hands respectfully.
No matter how powerful Indra was, Deva Guru Brihaspati remained his teacher.
The guru blessed him.
"...."
Then immediately noticed something was wrong.
"You appear troubled, Indra."
The king nodded his head with a serious expression.
"I am
That alone was unusual.
Indra normally preferred pretending everything was fine.
The seriousness in his voice caught Deva Guru Brihaspati’s attention.
"...."
The king explained the strange feeling.
The unease.
The warning his instincts were giving him.
After listening carefully, Deva Guru Brihaspati closed his eyes.
Then nodded.
-Nod!
"You did well to call me."
God Indra felt no comfort from those words.
The guru slowly moved toward an open observatory chamber.
Above them, countless celestial stars shone.
Constellations moved across the heavens.
Cosmic patterns unfolded.
Ancient forces danced beyond mortal comprehension.
Deva Guru Brihaspati began his calculations.
Trying to see is this the sign of a bad omen which is about to descend on the heavens.
Hours passed...
The guru studied star paths.
Planetary alignments.
Cosmic flows.
Karmic intersections.
The movement of divine energies.
Again. And again. And again.
As time passed, the guru’s expression gradually changed.
"...."
The calmness remained.
But concern slowly appeared.
A rare sight.
Which shows something is really trouble some is going to happen.
God Indra noticed immediately.
His own anxiety increased.
The king remained silent.
"...."
Waiting.
Trying to keep his calm not to disturb his calculations.
Finally...
After many hours...
Brihaspati opened his eyes.
The silence that followed felt unusually heavy.
"...."
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God Indra immediately stepped forward.
"What did you see?"
The guru remained silent for several moments.
As though organizing his thoughts.
Then he spoke.
"A prison."
Indra frowned trying to get th meaning behind those words.
"A prison?"
Deva Guru Brihaspati nodded.
-Nod!
"A very old one."
The guru looked toward the stars once more.
"Ancient seals are weakening."
The king Indra’s heart skipped a beat.
"...."
The feeling in his chest worsened.
Then Deva Guru Brihaspati spoke again.
And this time...
His voice carried unusual gravity.
"The one sleeping beneath those seals..."
"...will soon awaken."
God Indra felt a chill like a bad memory is getting awaken in his mind.
A very familiar chill.
The guru continued.
"The stars confirm it."
"The cycles align."
"The long slumber is nearing its end."
Indra slowly clenched his fists.
His instincts already knew the answer.
Yet he desperately hoped he was wrong.
"Who?"
The single word left his mouth.
Deva Guru Brihaspati’s eyes met his.
The guru spoke a name not uttered in heaven for a very long time.
"Pushpasura."
Silence.
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The goblet slipped from Indra’s hand.
It shattered against the floor.
Neither man noticed.
God Indra’s face lost all color.
Every trace of confidence vanished.
The name alone was enough.
Memories flooded back instantly.
Ancient battlefields.
Burning celestial armies. Broken divine weapons.
Fallen commanders.
The humiliation.
The fear.
The defeat.
The asura who had once stormed through the heavens like a natural disaster.
The being who had shattered Indra’s armies.
The monster who had occupied parts of Amaravati itself.
The enemy whose strength forced the gods to seek Lord Vishnu’s intervention.
A being so dangerous that even victory had not been possible.
Only containment. Only sleep.
Indra slowly sank back into his throne.
His expression had become pale.
Very pale.
A nearby celestial attendant looked terrified.
They had never seen the king of gods react like this.
Not even during major divine wars.
Deva Guru Brihaspati remained silent.
"...."
Allowing the news to settle.
Finally God Indra spoke. His voice sounded strained.
"Are you certain?"
The guru nodded.
"The stars leave little room for doubt."
The king closed his eyes.
His worst fears had become reality.
For ages Pushpasura had remained nothing more than a distant memory.
A story.
A warning.
Now...
That story was preparing to walk once more beneath the sky.
And somewhere in the mortal realm...
Without knowing it...
Devaratha had already begun moving toward the very place where destiny intended their paths to cross.
The moment the name Pushpasura left Brihaspati’s mouth, Indra’s composure completely shattered.
The king of the gods shot up from his throne so quickly that the attendants nearby nearly stumbled backwards in surprise.
The broken remains of the golden soma goblet still lay scattered across the floor, but Indra didn’t even glance at them.
His mind had already gone back thousands of years.
Back to battlefields soaked in celestial blood.
Back to burning skies.
Back to the era when Pushpasura’s name alone had been enough to make entire armies lose their courage.
"Guards!"
Indra’s voice thundered through the palace.
The celestial guards immediately rushed into the chamber.
They had served Indra for centuries.
Yet even they had never seen him this agitated.
The king pointed toward them.
"Summon the
The guards stiffened hearing his order.
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"The... entire assembly, Maharaj?"
"Yes!"
Indra almost shouted.
"Every god."
"Every guardian."
"Every commander."
"Send word to all of them."
His voice grew darker.
"This concerns the safety of the heavens themselves."
The guards no longer asked questions.
They immediately bowed and rushed away.
Within moments celestial messengers began flying throughout the heavens.
Orders spread rapidly.
The assembly bells of Amaravati started ringing.
A sound heard only during major crises.
Meanwhile, God Indra slowly turned back toward Deva Guru Brihaspati.
"...."
"...."
The fear in his eyes was impossible to miss.
For once...
The king of the gods wasn’t acting proud.
Wasn’t acting arrogant. Wasn’t acting like the ruler of heaven.
He looked like a man remembering a nightmare.
A nightmare he thought had ended ages ago.
"
His voice was lower now.
More serious.
"Tell me."
Brihaspati remained silent.
"Is there a way to stop this?"
The guru watched his disciple carefully.
Indra continued.
"You know what he was."
"You know what happened."
His fists clenched.
"If Lord Vishnu had not intervened..."
The king looked away.
"...we would have lost everything."
The memories returned.
Pushpasura standing atop the celestial gates.
Divine weapons shattered around him.
Entire battalions fleeing.
The heavens themselves trembling.
And worst of all...
The blessing.
The terrible blessing.
A blessing that had turned a powerful asura into a nearly impossible enemy.
Indra slowly spoke with dark face.
"As long as I live, I will never forget Lord Brahma’s boon."
The king’s face darkened.
"No god can kill him."
"No celestial can kill him."
"No deva."
"No asura."
"No gandharva."
"No yaksha."
"No naga."
His voice grew heavier.
"Not even the Trimurti themselves can directly end his life."
The chamber became silent.
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Deva Guru Brihaspati nodded.
The guru remembered.
Everyone who had lived during that era remembered.
Pushpasura had performed such terrifying austerities that Lord Brahma himself had appeared before him.
And when the boon was granted...
The consequences had nearly destroyed the worlds.
Indra continued.
"He can only be killed by a mortal."
The words sounded almost absurd.
A mortal.
Not a god.
Not a celestial warrior.
A mortal.
Yet that wasn’t even the worst part.
The king’s face became increasingly grim.
"A mortal must battle him continuously for one hundred days."
The attendants listening nearby looked horrified.
Even they understood how ridiculous that condition was.
But Indra wasn’t finished.
"And for every day he survives..."
The king closed his eyes.
"...his strength doubles."
Silence.
A terrible silence.
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Even the palace seemed quieter.
The implications were horrifying.
Day one.
His power doubled.
Day two.
It doubled again.
Day ten.
The increase became monstrous.
Day twenty.
Unimaginable.
Day fifty.
Catastrophic.
Day one hundred...
Nobody even wanted to think about it.
Brihaspati slowly nodded.
"The boon was designed to make victory nearly impossible."
Indra laughed bitterly.
"-HAHAHA!!!"
"Nearly?"
The king shook his head.
"It made victory impossible."
His voice echoed through the chamber.
"That monster wasn’t growing stronger through training."
"He wasn’t growing stronger through rituals."
"He was literally becoming stronger every day he remained alive."
The memory made him shiver.
Indra had witnessed it firsthand.
He remembered how celestial armies that initially matched Pushpasura eventually became hopelessly outclassed.
Every battle made him stronger.
Every passing day made him stronger.
Every failed attempt only increased the problem.
The king slowly sat down.
His expression had become exhausted.
"
For a moment he sounded less like a king and more like a worried student.
"If Lord Vishnu had not tricked him..."
The memory surfaced again.
The only victory they had ever achieved.
Not through strength.
Not through battle.
Not through divine weapons.
But through intelligence.
Through deception.
Through a carefully crafted illusion that had lured Pushpasura into an enchanted slumber.
A sleep that had lasted centuries.
Perhaps millennia.
Indra exhaled heavily.
"If that plan had failed..."
His gaze drifted toward the heavens outside.
"...he would have conquered every loka."
The words weren’t exaggeration.
Deva Guru Brihaspati knew it.
Indra knew it.
The ancient records knew it.
Pushpasura had been that dangerous.
For several moments neither spoke.
Then finally Brihaspati looked toward the stars visible through the palace ceiling.
The guru’s expression remained thoughtful.
As though he were observing something hidden.
Something only he could see.
God Indra immediately noticed.
"
Brihaspati remained silent.
Then slowly spoke.
"There may be hope."
The king immediately leaned forward.
"What hope?"
The guru’s eyes remained fixed upon the heavens.
"The stars are strange."
"Very strange."
That was not reassuring.
Brihaspati continued.
"When I traced the path of Pushpasura’s awakening..."
The guru paused.
"...another thread appeared."
Indra frowned.
"What thread?"
The old sage finally turned.
A faint smile appeared upon his face.
Not relief. Not certainty.
Hope.
"The thread of a mortal."
The king blinked caught off guard.
"A mortal?"
Deva Guru Brihaspati nodded.
-Nod!
"The stars refuse to show his face."
"They refuse to show his name."
"But I can see his shadow."
The guru’s eyes narrowed.
"And for some reason..."
"...every future where Pushpasura falls..."
"...contains that same shadow."
Indra froze hearing it.
"...."
The room became silent once more.
A mortal.
Somewhere in the vast worlds.
A mortal connected to Pushpasura’s end.
The king slowly sat back.
A strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
One person.
One particular person.
A mortal.
Someone who had already begun attracting the attention of gods, sages, and destiny itself.
The thought was so obvious that Indra almost didn’t want to say it.
Unfortunately...
Brihaspati had arrived at the same conclusion.
Both men looked at each other.
Neither spoke. Neither needed to.
Because only one mortal currently existed whose destiny had become impossible to ignore.
Far below the heavens...
In a small flower village called Mallikavana...
A moustached pottery merchant suddenly sneezed.
Shakuni looked over.
"Are you getting sick?"
Devara rubbed his nose.
"No."
Then he glanced toward the night sky.
A strange feeling lingered for a moment.
As though someone somewhere had just remembered him.
Before he could think further, the feeling vanished.
And far above in Amaravati...
Indra had a very unpleasant suspicion that destiny was once again moving toward Devaratha.
As his face turned darker seeing the mortal was none other than Devaratha.
Who he had a score to settle with.
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