"Hahahahaha!" Indra's laughter echoed through the skies. "Narayana, let me wake you up!" he bellowed, his voice filled with thunderous joy.
With the swiftness of the wind, Indra surged forward, his movements a blur of raw energy. In an instant, he raised his fist, and with no hint of hesitation or restraint, he delivered a mighty blow to Ugra Narasimha's face.
Boom!
The punch landed with the force of creation itself. The power of Svarga, concentrated and unrelenting, seemed to ignite the heavens. Stars twinkled as the heavens themselves rumbled with thunder and lightning, their might fueling the strike that slammed into Narasimha's face.
A deafening roar of pain erupted from Narasimha.
"Roar!"
He staggered backward, retreating toward the far side of Svarga, almost as though flung by the sheer force of the blow. His lion's head trembled violently, his beard and mane whipping in the wind, and his gaze twisted with a wave of anger so fierce it could scorch the very air around him.
His heart surged with bloodlust, a primal urge that drowned out all reason. Kill. Kill. Kill. His mind buzzed with a single, overwhelming thought.
With a vicious growl, Narasimha sprang to life. He leaped into the air, his rage propelling him forward like a beast seeking to rend its foe asunder. A massive golden pestle, resembling a colossal mace, appeared in his hands, its sheer size covering the sky like an impending doom. With a roar, he swung it with the force of an avalanche, bringing it down with the intent to crush Indra beneath its weight.
Indra, however, remained calm.
He advanced, each step measured and unwavering, his eyes locked on Narasimha as the beast hurtled toward him. His expression was serene, untouched by the storm that raged before him.
Blessed by Vishnu himself, Indra knew that neither the might of Narasimha nor the fury of any of his incarnations could harm him.
A smile tugged at the corner of Indra's lips as he raised his hand without hesitation.
Boom!
The pestle crashed down with a thunderous roar, but Indra's arm remained unshaken. His fingers spread wide as he caught the massive weapon in mid-air, holding it effortlessly with a casual grace.
"It feels... not quite as strong as a Hiranyakashipu," Indra mused aloud, his voice almost wistful.
His gaze drifted briefly to the colossal power in his hand. Boons are truly powerful, he thought to himself. Compared to the relentless force of Hiranyakashipu, dealing with Narasimha was almost too easy. Even without the deadly power of Halahala, he could take down Narasimha with ease, given enough time. Perhaps even a thousand years wouldn't be enough to stop him.
A quiet sense of satisfaction filled Indra as he marveled at the effortless power of his blessing.But then— No!Indra quickly stifled a laugh, shaking his head as he crushed the urge to revel in his own strength. He knew better. Indra quickly stifled a laugh, shaking his head as he crushed the urge to revel in his own strength. He knew better. Too many before him had let arrogance blind them, only to meet their doom. Ravana, the mighty king of Lanka, had dared to not acknowledge Vishnu's avatar and was slain. Hiranyakashipu, believing himself invincible, mocked Vishnu—only to be torn apart by Narasimha before his very eyes. His brother, Hiranyaksha, thought that being impervious to the Sudarshana Chakra made him a match for Vishnu—only to be struck down by Varaha instead.Defying the Trimurti, even in thought, was a path to ruin."I love this second too much to lose myself in arrogance," he murmured, his expression turning solemn.He straightened himself, tilting his head and clenching his jaw tightly to prevent any further laughter from escaping. His gaze shifted to Narasimha, who was still seething with rage. Indra fought to maintain his composure, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
With a swift motion, he clenched his right fist, the divine armor shimmering with a flicker of green and blue poisonous light. Without hesitation, he unleashed his strike, the force of his punch sending a shockwave through the air.
Boom!
Narasimha was once again sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins of Svarga. The ground trembled beneath the impact, and the heavens themselves seemed to quake in response.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha roared in pain as he staggered to his feet, his body trembling with fury. The toxic power of Halahala surged once more, the poison spreading across his neck, turning it a deep, ominous blue. His eyes burned with crimson fire, but this time, something had shifted within him.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
This time, Narasimha paused, his gaze shifting to Indra with a wary intensity. He had learned from his previous mistakes. Instead of rushing forward, he regarded Indra like a powerful adversary, his expression cautious yet filled with an unrelenting desire for battle.
Raising his right hand, Narasimha extended his index finger, his eyes narrowing with focus.
A divine Chakra began to spin on his fingertip.
Uh-huh!
The Sudarshan Chakra, Vishnu's sacred weapon, rotated with blinding speed. It cut through the air with a brilliance that could rival the sun itself, its power growing with every rotation. With a swift movement, the chakra launched from Narasimha's fingertip, hurtling toward Indra's head.
"Sudarshan Chakra!"
Indra's eyes widened in realization. He gasped and instinctively leaped backward, his body springing into motion. The Sudarshana Chakra was no ordinary weapon—it was the divine manifestation of Vishnu's supreme will. No being of darkness, no force of Adharma, could withstand its wrath. The Chakra could sever the head of any Asura in an instant, reducing even the mightiest to dust, for it moved with the speed of thought, striking down those who defied the cosmic order.
But even as he dodged, the Sudarshan Chakra followed, its speed unmatched. The radiant disc hurtled toward him, its light flashing in the blink of an eye, and before he could react, it was upon him.
Indra crossed his arms in front of his face, bracing for the impact.
The Sudarshan Chakra buzzed against his arms, its divine energy swirling around him. But instead of the expected agony of broken bones and torn flesh, Indra felt only a curious sensation—like a kitten's gentle nudge with its tongue.
He blinked, his confusion evident.
"Um?"
He glanced down, his arms still crossed in front of him. The Sudarshan Chakra continued to spin in midair, harmlessly brushing against his arm. But there were no signs of injury—no cuts, no bruises. His skin remained flawless.
Indra's brow furrowed as he studied the weapon. What was going on?
Indra's eyes widened in fascination as he watched the Sudarshan Chakra spin before him. A slow, appreciative sigh escaped his lips. He took a step back, his gaze never leaving the Sudarshan Chakra. With a deliberate motion, he raised his right hand and extended his index finger. Gently, he touched the center of the Sudarshan Chakra.
A radiant glow flared from the Sudarshan Chakra as it continued to spin, now rotating at the tip of his finger.
"I was underestimating this boon. Isn't this boon incredibly useful?" Indra mused aloud, a grin creeping onto his face.
With a subtle flick of his wrist, he hooked his index finger, and the Sudarshan Chakra responded instantly.
The chakra shot forward, spinning like the wheel of the world itself, and then struck Narasimha with precision.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha's head snapped back with a furious roar as a long, narrow wound sliced across his body, the power of the Sudarshan Chakra cutting deep. The divine weapon had breached his formidable form.
Indra blinked in surprise, his eyes sparkling with awe. He had not expected such immediate results. He twisted his index finger again, and the Sudarshan Chakra obediently returned, spinning back toward him with a trail of golden light. It hovered at his fingertip, radiating like the sun.
"The Sudarshan Chakra is incredibly powerful!" Indra exclaimed. "I also have a divine Chakra of my own, but... this is a chance to practice with such a fine weapon!"
A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. He raised his hand and pointed forward, his index finger outstretched once more.
The Sudarshan Chakra obeyed without hesitation. It shot forward at an incredible speed, this time surrounding Narasimha, swirling around him like an unrelenting storm.
Stab! Stab! Stab!
Each strike sent flares of fire erupting from Narasimha's body as the Sudarshan Chakra scraped against his skin, each hit sharper than the last.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Narasimha's enraged roars echoed through the heavens as he writhed beneath the relentless assault, the Sudarshan Chakra's power unyielding.
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In the realm of Brahma, Rishi Brihaspati sat with a satisfied expression. His quill moved gracefully across the parchment, writing the tales of the gods. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as he chronicled the feats of King Indra, the brave warrior, who had not only defeated the Asura king Hiranyakashipu, ruler of the Three Worlds but had also battled the enraged Narasimha...
As Brihaspati continued to write, his fingers tightened around the quill's holder, a moment of hesitation washing over him. His eyes flickered uncertainly to the text, and for the briefest of moments, doubt crept into his mind.
Should I include myself in this story?
The question lingered in the air, but before Brihaspati could settle on an answer, the Devas erupted in joyous celebration around him.
"In that case, Narasimha will soon be subdued," Agni declared, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"As expected of the god of war in Svarga," said Vayu his voice filled with awe. "Indra knows how to wield the Lord's Sudarshan Chakra so well. With that Chakra, I'm sure Narasimha's anger will soon be subdued, and our Lord will return."
The Devas' voices filled the air, their spirits lifted with hope and joy.
However, Brahma, seated in solemn meditation, opened his eyes wide. His expression was serious, his voice carrying an undeniable weight.
"An angry beast is dangerous," Brahma said, his voice measured, "but a wounded beast is even more so."
Sarasvati, the goddess of wisdom, blinked in surprise at her husband's words. Her gaze shifted between the Devas and Brahma, sensing the deeper meaning in his caution.
"Nath..." Sarasvati began, her voice is soft yet full of curiosity. "Do you mean..."
...
The Sudarshan Chakra spun relentlessly, its divine force surrounding Narasimha, trapping him in the center.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
Narasimha, covered in wounds, clawed at his head in agony, his roars echoing through the air. He bent his knees and, with a surge of strength, propelled himself upward.
Boom!
The Sudarshan Chakra flew towards him once more, but Narasimha, undeterred by the pain, ignored the attack. He pushed through the searing agony, launching himself into the sky with fierce determination.
"This guy is actually running away?" Indra exclaimed, momentarily taken aback.
He watched as Narasimha soared higher, his heart sinking with a sudden, gnawing fear.
Not good!
"Surya! Run!" Indra shouted urgently.
Boom!
Narasimha shot through the sky like a bolt of lightning, his bloody maw gaping wide as he hurtled toward the Sun God, Surya.
Surya, who had been observing the battle with a gleam of excitement, suddenly froze. His expression shifted to one of alarm as he turned toward Aruna.
"Hurry up!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
Aruna swiftly tightened the reins, urging the sun chariot into the sky.
But Narasimha was closing in fast.
"Raaawwrrrrr!!!"
The beast opened his mouth wide, unleashing an overwhelming gust of violent wind, as if a cosmic storm had descended upon the battlefield. No matter how fast the divine horse galloped, it was no match for the relentless fury of the storm. The chariot was pulled backward, sucked into Narasimha's massive mouth.
Surya's face contorted in despair, his fists clenched as he realized the hopelessness of their situation.
Ahhh! I hate the lack of horsepower!
The scene unfolded before the Devas of Brahmaloka, who watched in stunned silence. Their faces were frozen in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief. The air was thick with a sense of dread, as though the very fabric of reality was on the verge of unraveling.
"He shouldn't be able to come to Brahmaloka, right?" Agni spoke up, his voice tinged with unease.
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