King of Devas

"Vishnu, Indra. Today I kill both of you together!" The roar of Hiranyakashipu reverberated through the svarga, unleashing a wave of destructive air.

He raised his hands high, crossing them in front of his chest before jerking them to both sides with immense force.

The sound of cracking armor echoed as the Sahsrakavacha on his body splintered. Cracks spread rapidly across the surface, forming a web of destruction that deepened with each passing second. The cracks stretched to their breaking point—

Bang!

With a deafening explosion, the breastplate shattered, scattering countless fragments into the air, revealing his powerful, molten body beneath—like red-hot copper sizzling in flames.

"Where are you, Vishnu?!" Hiranyakashipu roared, his voice thundering across the svarga. "Show yourself, if you dare to face me!" his chest heaving with fury. His upper body was now exposed, his muscles bulging, tendons throbbing beneath his skin. He clenched his fingers one by one into a fist, resembling a predator's claws, ready to tear into anything in his path.

"As you wish!" A voice echoed through the Svarga, a calm yet commanding presence that reverberated in response to the blessings of his followers.

Boom!

The ground trembled as a massive pillar cracked open with a series of sharp, thunderous cracks. It exploded with incredible force, and from its remains, a terrifying figure leaped out, his golden hair swirling like a storm.

Ouoh! A gust of wind followed, thick with the scent of blood and power, as a roar split the heavens themselves.

The figure had the body of a human, its head was of the fierce and regal lion. He lowered his head and let out a mighty roar, the ground shaking beneath the force of his sound. His golden crown shone brightly, illuminating the darkening sky, and a golden shawl draped elegantly over his body. His hands were sharp, and clawed, exuding a cold light that matched the fierce rage in his eyes.

The fourth avatara of the Vishnu. He incarnated as a part-lion, part-man. Hence it's named Narasimha.

"I will kill you both! Prove that I am the true king of Triloka!" Hiranyakashipu growled in a low, guttural voice. He threw his head back and roared, the sound growing louder and more ferocious by the second. As he did, his body began to grow, expanding at an alarming rate until he seemed to engulf the very heavens. His form became so massive that it appeared as though Svarga itself was held up by the sheer enormity of his presence.

His feet, enormous enough to crush mountains, slammed down with world-shattering force, his power creating an oppressive wind that crushed everything in its path. The ground trembled as the wind of his steps surged forward, a storm of terror sweeping towards Indra and Narasimha.

Indra's heart raced, but his resolve never wavered. With a sharp exhale, he shot upward, turning into a streak of light and blasting toward the chaos.

Narasimha's eyes flashed with cold fury. In one swift motion, he grabbed Prahlada—who was desperately calming him to avert the oncoming destruction—and leaped out of harm's way.

Boom!

The earth trembled as Hiranyakashipu's colossal foot came crashing down, a force so powerful it seemed to crush the stars themselves. The heavens quaked, and the battle between gods reached its peak, the fate of Svarga hanging in the balance.

The skies themselves seemed to tremble as Svarga shook relentlessly. The stars at the boundary between Svarga and the human realm flickered violently, their light dimming as if struggling against the chaos unfolding below. Planets in the distance shattered one after another, their fragments scattering into the void like broken glass.

Indra steadied himself as the world around him raged. His eyes immediately locked on Narasimha, who had just landed with Prahlada in tow. Narasimha gently set Prahlada down before turning his gaze to Indra. Narasimha clasped his hands in front of him, offering a respectful bow.

"Narasimha?"

Indra mirrored the gesture, folding his hands and offering a solemn return of the greeting. A thought stirred in his heart as he observed the lion-god before him.

This must be Vishnu's incarnation—Narasimha. His temper seems… steady, and controlled for now.

But in the next moment, everything changed. Narasimha's expression shifted, his eyes filling with fury as he turned his head toward the enemy. His body swelled, growing larger as he let out a fearsome roar.

Boom!

The battle between the two titans erupted before Indra's eyes. Hiranyakashipu, the enormous Asura, met Narasimha's claws with his massive fists in a clash that shook the very fabric of Svarga.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Power surged from both realms, the divine energies of Svarga and the raw strength of the earth converging to fuel Hiranyakashipu's might. Narasimha, however, was undeterred, his strength rising in equal measure with each blow.

With every collision, sparks flew—bright, burning fire scattered in all directions, igniting the air around them.

Tear!

Narasimha's claws slashed across Hiranyakashipu's chest, leaving a deep, jagged wound. Blood, as hot as molten lava, poured from the wound, sizzling against the air.

Hiranyakashipu's head snapped down, his lips curling into a maniacal grin as he let out a wild, echoing laugh.

"Hahahaha!" He mocked with a voice full of cruel amusement.

"You are neither god, nor Asura, nor human. You are the avatar of Vishnu, not a creation of Brahma—formed solely to wound me! Impressive." He paused, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph. "But what a pity... You still cannot break my boon. You cannot kill me!"

As he laughed, the power of the blessing surged once again, and the wound on his chest began to close, healing instantly as though it had never been.

With a wicked grin, Hiranyakashipu conjured a massive golden hammer in his hand. He swung it down toward Narasimha's chest with all the fury of a meteor falling from the heavens.

Boom!

Narasimha staggered back, forced to take two steps to steady himself. His golden eyes flashed with resolve, but Hiranyakashipu wasn't finished.

"Hahahaha!" The Asura raised his head, his laughter ringing through the air as he swung a massive mace high into the sky, preparing to strike again.

In the blink of an eye, Hiranyakashipu's triumphant laughter faltered, his grin vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. His face twisted in agony, contorting in ways that made it seem as though every inch of his body was being ripped apart. The sheer intensity of his pain was palpable, and one could almost feel it just by looking at him.

"Ahhh!" The scream that tore from his throat was filled with rage and suffering. "It hurts!"

He gritted his teeth, his golden eyes narrowing with lethal focus as he whipped his head around, locking onto the figure of Indra—now a mere speck in the distance.

"Being small has its advantages!"

Indra stood calmly, his smile serene, despite the turmoil around him. In his hands, he wielded the divine spear Amogha, its blue glow shimmering as divine energy surged around him. The divine armor on his body sparkled with ethereal light, and the venomous poison of Halahala writhed like a serpent, coiling around the spear as though guided by an unseen hand.

"Amogha!"

Indra's voice was calm yet powerful as his eyes fixed on Hiranyakashipu, his gaze unflinching. With a swift motion, he drew back his arm and hurled the spear forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The divine spear split into thousands of smaller projectiles as they shot forward, falling like a torrential downpour onto Hiranyakashipu's massive form. The spearheads glowed with an eerie, poisonous light that flickered in the air.

For a brief moment, Hiranyakashipu's body twitched violently as the divine spears pierced his skin. The pain was overwhelming, like a thousand needles digging into his flesh, each one carrying the agonizing sting of venom. It was as if he were being attacked by a swarm of invisible beasts.

"Ahhh!!!"

Hiranyakashipu roared in fury, his body writhing with unbearable discomfort. His golden eyes burned with hatred as he glared at Indra, his voice hoarse from the pain.

"Indra!"

The Asura trembled, fighting against the excruciating sensations as his body shuddered from the poison's relentless assault. But even in the face of such pain, he would not show weakness.

Indra, unfazed, withdrew Amogha, his expression calm and controlled. But before he could react further, Hiranyakashipu, his body shaking with rage, began to shrink at an alarming rate, compressing into a form so small it was almost unrecognizable.

In a flash, he hurtled toward Indra, moving with the speed of a meteor, intent on crushing the god before him.

Boom!

The ground trembled beneath them as Hiranyakashipu's massive form shot toward Indra, but just as it seemed the Asura would strike, a tremendous force slammed down from above.

A colossal foot descended from the skies with an earth-shattering crash, shaking the very foundations of Svarga. Narasimha, in all his glory, had appeared once more. With a single, swift motion, he trampled Hiranyakashipu underfoot, his massive foot pressing the Asura into the earth as if he were nothing more than an insect. The heavens shook as the battlefield was engulfed in the power of Narasimha's divine wrath.

Narasimha bared his teeth, letting out a deafening roar. With a fierce determination, he bent forward and pressed down with all his might.

Boom!

The massive feet, as large as mountains, pinned Hiranyakashipu beneath them. The ground shook violently as Narasimha's immense power crushed his foe. But Hiranyakashipu, ever the resilient fighter, uncoiled like a serpent. With a swift motion, he straightened his back and rose, placing his hands on Narasimha's gigantic foot for support.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The Asura's roar echoed through the Svarga, his body coiling with effort as he seemed to defy Narasimha's dominance, attempting to overturn the human lion.

Hiranyakashipu was a formidable warrior, but strength alone wasn't enough against the gods. Indra watched the battle unfold with keen eyes, his expression unreadable.

He can't harm him directly, Indra thought, but a little interference will tip the scales.

In a flash, the divine spear Amogha vanished from Indra's hand, replaced by the legendary Indra's Bow, which shimmered with seven radiant colors. He nocked an arrow, the bowstring vibrating with divine energy. As he pulled it back, the poisonous light of Halahala flared brightly, condensing into a dark blue arrow that hummed with power.

Boom!

The arrow flew, striking Hiranyakashipu with the force of a storm. The Asura staggered as if struck by an invisible force stronger than any physical blow. His body recoiled in agony, like a titan felled by kryptonite, the strength draining from him in an instant.

Narasimha seized the moment, his colossal foot descending once more with the force of a mountain.

Boom!

Indra's eyes narrowed, his gaze sharp and calculating. It's done.

Hiranyakashipu's blessings were a nearly insurmountable defense—protection against death by day or night, indoors or outdoors, from gods, asuras, yakshas, nagas, or humans. But there was still a way to defeat him.

Indra turned and gazed toward the sky, his voice booming with authority.

"Surya!!!"

...

In the Brahmaloka, Brahma and the goddess Saraswati sat cross-legged upon a radiant lotus, their forms glowing with divine light. Waves of energy shimmered in front of them, reflecting the ongoing battle in the Svarga, a celestial mirror capturing every moment.

"The poison of Halahala can't harm Hiranyakashipu, but it causes him immense pain," Brahma said slowly, his voice heavy with foreknowledge.

"Hiranyakashipu is going to be captured!" Saraswati added, her eyes flickering with both concern and hope.

Before them, the mirror wasn't only a reflection for the gods, but also a window for countless Devas and immortals who had gathered to witness the battle unfold. As they watched Hiranyakashipu struggle, their faces brightened with anticipation.

"Great!" Surya exclaimed, his voice filled with relief. "The end of Hiranyakashipu's rule is near!"

"The suffering he has caused will finally be over!" Brihaspati marveled, the atmosphere thick with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

"The moment Hiranyakashipu is defeated," Agni, the god of fire, said eagerly, his hands trembling with anticipation, "we can resume the sacrifices. The power of the Devas will be restored, and we will return to Svarga!"

Vayu laughed, a rich, booming sound that echoed through the chamber. "If lord Vishnu and Indra work together, victory is certain!"

Brihaspati nodded, their faces alight with shared optimism. The era of Hiranyakashipu's tyranny was nearing its end, and with it, the promise of peace and prosperity for the realms.

"Indra," said one of the Rishis, Attri his voice filled with admiration, "he is truly the strongest of the Adityas. The son of Kshyapa has inherited his wisdom."

"In that case," Attri continued, his eyes softening with reverence, "my wife and I can finally return to the human world, as we had once hoped."

The immortal Attri, born from Brahma's eyes, had long devoted himself to the path of wisdom. His long beard and hair, thick and silvered with age, cascaded down his form, his orange-red robe a testament to his divine status. Clutching his curved short staff, he and his wife, Anasuya, had sought refuge in the Brahmaloka after the persecution of Hiranyakashipu forced them to leave the human world.

As the Devas and immortals shared in their joy, the voice of Indra echoed through the mirror, a call that rang with the power of the heavens.

"Surya!" Indra's voice thundered.

"Surya!!" he repeated, summoning the sun god with urgency.

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