Blood bond castle In patal loka ( neither world)
The room is dark and foreboding, its ancient stone walls seeming to guard secrets from ages past. Rough and uneven, the damp walls exude a cold that fills the air. Fire torches, placed in the room's roofless corners, cast a faint reddish-orange glow that barely illuminates the space. Shadows flicker across the stone, red eyes dancing in unsettling shapes, amplifying the room's ominous atmosphere.
In each corner, a guard stands alert, wearing intimidating armor and holding weapons. Their stances suggest both authority and menace to each
At the room's center stands a figure silently and watchful, who seemed almost out of place yet completely at home in this eerie setting around him
Several chained figures circle him, begging for their lives. Their expressions are of fear and exhaustion as if they've been held captive for some Time.
The mysterious figure at the center opened his eyes; the moment he did that, each guard in the room started to move toward the people who were chained. They start to crush those chained people mercilessly. The blood that's coming from them is sprayed everywhere, and the figure at the center is soaked in blood.
After witnessing this act of brutality unfold before him, the demon doesn't even flinch. In this room, the darkness seems brighter than the evil that he is.
Soon, the screams of the chained people fade into an eerie silence. One guard steps forward, standing before the demon, and performs an Abhishek with milk, the liquid cascading over him and mixing with the blood that already drenches him. Moments later, a second guard approaches, repeating the act, but this time using water, washing away the crimson stains as if purifying him for some dark purpose.
He starts to walk out of the room, his voice cold as he commands, "Clean this mess." The guards nod silently and begin to consume the remains of the people they have crushed, devouring what's left of them with grim efficiency.
Throne Room
The mysterious figure sits on the throne, listening attentively to his advisor, Kshatrignesh.
"In this world," Kshatrignesh says, "the Trimurti are above all. From them, everything begins, and they create countless universes. Each has a specific role: Brahma, though mortal, dies with the universe he creates. He writes fate and has the power to create anything and everything. Vishnu, the god who oversees the entire universe, is like the parent of this boundless creation. Time and again, he descends to Earth in different avatars to protect his favorite children.
Then, there is the Supreme God, Shiva. The one whose origin and end even Brahma and Vishnu cannot comprehend. Rudra's, a part's of him, is more powerful than any being, uncontrollable and limitless.
Your name comes from 'Rudra.'
But it's just your name Rudra you don't have strength like them yet your trying to defeat one of Vishnu's avtar it's foolishness
Mysterious figure who was sitted on throne calmly yet the anger of his ego breaking we can seeit clearly said " this is patal loka here are multiple serpents asuras danav ghost and entity's who can rival the god's lives here this is there home yet still they all obey me blindly why he got up and shouted cause I am the rudra the son of mahakali i will rule this upcoming era
Kshatrignesh sighs. "It's a headache to be an advisor to someone like you. Very well, then. First, we need to find those two. Where are they now?"
Rudra listens and responds while stepping down from the throne. "Deploy Uncanny Valley agents to find them. One is missing, and the other has yet to be born."
Kshatrignesh asks, "Yes, but where are you going?"
Rudra replies, "Don't worry. I'm just going to show them. When my actions start to speak, words become silent."
Kshatrignesh mutters, "It's a real pain in the neck."
somewhere in the "human world"
The man walked down the deserted street at midnight. The world around him was asleep, with not a soul in sight. The silence was broken only by the occasional rustle of the cold breeze that swept through the air. The moon, half-hidden behind drifting clouds, cast a faint glow over the scene. Houses on either side of the road were dark, their lights extinguished, while the streetlights flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows.
The walls lining the street were a dull gray, adorned with several faded posters peeling at the edges. As the man walked, his gaze drifted to the left. There, standing by the wall, was a girl.
She wore a light pink frock, its cute yet seductive design contrasting with the pale white of her skin, which seemed to glow under the dim streetlights. Her long, silky hair swayed gently in the breeze, so captivating that one could almost feel its softness by just looking at it. Her black, marble-like eyes, framed by long lashes, gleamed in a way that demanded attention. The man couldn't help but fix his gaze on her as he approached.
"How beautiful you are," he said, his voice trembling.
The girl tilted her head, her lips curling under her mask. "I can't talk to strangers, But you seem like a great man, sir. My name is Onna." she replied playfully, her voice a mix of innocence and mischief. She leaned closer to him, her small hand brushing against his face, her body pressing lightly against his.The man, now visibly trembling with excitement, hesitated before grabbing her shoulders. "I am Takashi," he said, his voice thick with desire, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips met the fabric of her mask as he attempted to pin her against the wall.
Onna gently pushed him back, just enough to stop him. Standing on her toes, she met his gaze, her hands resting on his shoulders. In a voice so sweet, seductive, and childlike that it could unhinge any man, she whispered, "Hunting minors at night, are we? You'll have to be punished. But first, let me take a little bite, of big man."
Takashi's heart raced, the sound of its pounding so loud that Onna giggled. She knelt before him, her cold fingertips brushing against him. . He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as if savoring the moment. "Hurry up, grabbing her head. "I can't wait anymore." he urged.
Onna sighed, pouting playfully. "You're so rough. Let me enjoy the moment," she said, sulking like a child. Slowly, she removed her mask, revealing her face- a vision of beauty. She leaned in closer, her movements deliberate, tantalizing.
But when Takashi's eyes snapped open, his pleasure turned to horror. His scream pierced the night as pain shot through him. Onna's mouth was no longer human. Her lips had twisted into a grotesque circular maw, lined with arrow-shaped teeth. Blood poured from her mouth as she tore into him.He pushed and pulled at her, but she wouldn't let go. His legs gave out as he fell to the ground, clutching at the remains of himself in disbelief. Blood soaked the pavement. Onna crouched over him, her pale hands drenched in red, her long hair falling over her face. Her once-beautiful features now appeared monstrous, her black eyes glinting with a chilling hunger.
Takashi tried to crawl away, but Onna grabbed his leg, flipping him onto his back. She straddled him, pinning him down effortlessly despite her small frame. His screams echoed down the empty street as she leaned closer, her face mere inches from his.
"Please," he begged, tears streaming down his face. "Let me go. I'll do anything."Onna giggled, her voice still as sweet as ever. "But you've been such a bad boy," she whispered before biting into his face. Takashi's struggles grew weaker as she devoured him piece by piece, blood splattering her once-pink frock, now stained crimson.
When his body finally went still, Onna stood, wiping her bloodied mouth. She glanced at the mangled corpse with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Child predators," she said with a giggle, her voice sing-song. "Always so eager to fill my mouth. How sweet."
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She answered it, her voice respectful but laced with unease. "Yes, sir?"
A cold, authoritative voice spoke on the other end. "Where are you?"
"I'm in Japan, sir. What do you need me to do?"
"Come to India," the voice commanded. "It's time to begin."
Onna's eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across her face. "The god's chosen one... is about to emerge?" she whispered.
The line went dead, and Onna smiled darkly, disappearing into the shadows.