It was Rudra! But why did he look Chinese? The last time Nikola had seen him, he had looked like an Indian. Well, with tree heads and four arms. He nodded at the Shiva and pointed at the door of his house.
"Perhaps Master Wang would like to tell me what sort of weapon would best suit him?" He said, not willing to anger the strongest Shiva there was. Master Wang, or rather Rudra, followed his gaze and moved to the door.
He had been an angel once, as most pagan deities were. Rudra made hunting Asura into a sport. A kraken was not going to be anything for him.
Once inside, Nikola put some tea to boil, and he looked around nervously. If Rudra wanted to, then he could smite him here and now. Before he hadn't, not even when India had fallen, because of Azazel. But Azazel was all the way to the brewery's construction site. Suddenly, Nikola felt very vulnerable.
