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."
Present time in human world
A family rushed out of their car, panic written all over their faces, and hurried into the police station. The group included a young couple—a man and his wife—and an elderly man, the husband's father. At the station's desk, they pleaded desperately with the officers.
"Please, sir, help me find my child!" the man begged, his voice trembling with urgency, barely holding back tears. "He's only one year old. Please, I'm begging you!" His despair was evident, and his words were almost breaking as he spoke.
The man's wife, her face streaked with tears, cried out, "They… they came in a black van and took my baby! Please, I'll do anything—just bring my child back!" Her voice cracked with pain, her heart unable to bear the thought of being separated from her son.
The elderly man, sharp despite his age, leaned forward, his anger palpable. "Don't just sit there! Do something before those bastards get away with my grandson! If you don't act now, I'll make sure every one of you loses your job!" he thundered, attempting to intimidate the officers into action.
The officer at the desk raised his hand, motioning for silence. "I understand your situation," he said firmly. "Please, calm down for a moment and tell me—where did you last see them? We'll start from there."
The young officer, Samradh, spoke in a calm yet concerned tone, his expression confused but sympathetic, overwhelmed by the family's pleas and threats.
"In the local market, in front of the clothing center," Anu, the mother, replied between sobs.
Aditya, the father, placed a reassuring hand on her head. "Believe in God," he said gently. "Nothing bad will happen to our child."
Samradh exchanged a glance with the elderly man, whose stern face softened briefly into one of pleading. "Please, find our kid," the grandfather whispered hoarsely.
Taking a deep breath, Samradh stood up and assured them, "Leave it to me. I promise I'll find your child and bring those monsters to justice."
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Later that night…
A van rumbled along a dark, forested road. Inside were three men.
The driver, Jimmy, grinned maliciously. "Hey, can we sell his organs or something?" he suggested.
"Shut up, Jimmy," snapped Akib, seated beside him. "We're not doing anything to him. Keeping him alive is more valuable."
Jimmy frowned. "How's that, Akib?"
Akib smirked. "His grandfather was the head of DRDO, and his father works at the National Bank. We can ransom him for money and sensitive information. Once we have it, we can sell the data to foreign spy agencies like the CIA—or even terrorists. We'll make a fortune."
In the back of the van, Riyan tried to quiet the crying baby. "I can't wait to get my hands on that money. Drive faster, Jimmy!" he called out, his voice laced with anticipation.
But Akib suddenly felt a chill as cold air swept through the van. He looked up, startled. "Jimmy… the roof. What happened to the roof?"
Jimmy glanced up, then back at Akib. "What the—?"
Akib turned to check on the baby. "Riyan is the baby—" His words were cut short by a scream as he saw Riyan's lifeless body—his head no longer attached.
"Jimmy! What's going on?!" Akib yelled, panic setting in.
Before Jimmy could respond, he saw it—a massive, humanoid figure with the body of a man but the head and wings of a bird. It hovered above the van, blocking the moonlight. In terror, Jimmy lost control of the vehicle, crashing into a tree.
Crawling out of the wreckage, Jimmy looked up, his body trembling in pain. The dark figure was still there, its black feathers glistening under the faint moonlight. And then, it vanished into the night.
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At the family's home…
The doorbell rang. The grandmother, weary and tearful, rushed to the door, hoping for news. "Did you find—?" she began, but her voice caught in her throat.
Standing at the door was the same dark figure, its birdlike form imposing and otherworldly. It held the baby gently in its clawed hands. "Take him," it rasped, its voice deep and otherworldly.
Trembling, the grandmother reached out. As soon as she took the baby, the figure vanished into thin air.
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Morning…
The alarm buzzed. A hand emerged from beneath a blanket to shut it off. A young boy, Vikram, sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"Vikram! Hurry up, or you'll be late for college!" Anu called from the kitchen.