"I am gonna raze your entire Naraga, Yama," a voice rang out like thunder, echoing throughout the battlefield full of chaos where celestial and infernal forces clashed.
Harjun, commander of the Devas of Swarga, stood tall at the forefront of his celestial army, his radiant armor gleaming under the brilliant sun. With his sword raised high, he gazed defiantly across the divide at the imposing figure seated upon a throne of bone and flame.
"Ha! How dare a mere commander raise your voice against our Lord! Even your Lord in the Higher realm wouldn't dare to talk like this!"
A sturdy-looking young man standing right to the throne clenched his fists. He exuded an aura of darkness that seemed to eclipse the very heavens. His crimson eyes burned with malice as he surveyed the battlefield, his blackened armor adorned with ancient runes that whispered tales of dread.
"You dare challenge the might of Naraga?" spat a girl bathed in darkness, her beauty as captivating as it was chilling, leaving her throne. Her voice dripped with venom as she fixed her gaze upon the valiant figure defying them. "Your arrogance knows no bounds."
Her cascade of midnight black hair framed a face seemingly carved from the depths of the abyss. Eyes like twin orbs of crimson fire burned with a fierce intensity, piercing through the very soul of those who met her gaze.
Her attire, a tapestry of shadows and silk, clung to her like a cloak of night, accentuating every curve and contour with an air of sinister elegance. Adorned with jewels gleaming with an otherworldly light, she exuded an aura of power as intoxicating as it was terrifying.
"Aidan and Keturah," Harjun replied with a voice full of confidence and righteousness, "I am merely fighting for justice..."
"Justice? You hypocrite! Don't think I don't know what your intentions are," Keturah said.
The air crackled with anticipation as the two opposing forces prepared to clash, the very ground trembling beneath the weight of their impending conflict. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, casting an eerie pall over the battlefield as the fate of the realms hung in the balance.
With a defiant cry, Harjun led his warriors into battle, their swords flashing like beacons of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Spells collided, blades clashed, and the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist under the strain of their struggle.
Amidst the intense battle, the formidable lord of Naraga acted like a silent observer, akin to a higher being watching the world from above.
His deep eyes silently surveyed the battlefield. His ebony armor, adorned with wicked spikes and cursed runes, exuded an aura of dread that chilled the very air around him. His obsidian throne, adorned with skulls and encrusted with gems that flickered like malevolent stars, completed the scene.
But amidst the chaos and turmoil of war, it is important to remember that appearances can be deceiving. For the man shrouded in darkness, the Lord of Naraga, was none other than Aditya—the protagonist of our story.
The cold demeanor and celestial indifference embodied by Yama, the lord of Naraga, was nothing more than Aditya's sense of loss.
Aditya recollected his past on how he ended up in this damn situation. The origin of this story traces back to Aditya's simple thought of wanting to change his boring and monotonous high school life.