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mother, I am Narakasura

The journey to Ayodhya was laden with anticipation and uncertainty. Aditya, his mother by his side, embarked on a voyage that held the promise of uncovering one of the four nidhis—the treasures that could restore his waning magic. As the landscape shifted around them, the group’s sense of unity remained unbroken, their purpose driving them forward.

Yet, as they ventured further, a shadow seemed to loom over their path. The air grew heavy with an ominous presence, and the echoes of their past battles whispered through the wind. Suddenly, the same shadowy figures that had attacked Aditya’s school emerged from the darkness, their forms twisting and shifting like malevolent specters.

Aditya’s heart raced, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He knew that revealing his true power could jeopardize everything—the unity they had fought to achieve and the balance they had sought to restore.

His mother’s voice carried concern. “Aditya, what are these creatures?”

Aditya’s eyes met his mother’s, his voice tinged with apprehension. “They’re a threat we’ve encountered before, but I can’t fight them openly without revealing something important.”

Padma, her ethereal form beside them, seemed to sense the urgency of the situation. Her determination blazed as she whispered to Aditya, her words carrying an ethereal reassurance. “I will handle this. Trust me.”

With a graceful movement, Padma slipped away from their side, her ethereal energy coalescing into a more tangible form. She returned to them as a human figure, her form radiant and fierce. A sword of spiritual energy materialized in her hand, a weapon she wielded with a newfound confidence.

The shadowy figures hesitated, their shifting forms faltering for a moment as they assessed Padma’s transformation. But their hesitation was short-lived, and with a malevolent hiss, they surged forward.

Padma met their onslaught with a skillful grace, her sword of spiritual energy clashing against their shadowy forms. She moved with an otherworldly fluidity, her attacks laced with a determination that seemed to defy her ethereal nature.

However, despite Padma’s valiant efforts, the shadowy figures proved to be formidable opponents. Their attacks were relentless, their forms shifting and converging in a dance of darkness that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.

Pranav’s lightning danced through the air as he stepped forward to aid Padma. His Thunderclap Arrow crackled with energy, striking against the shadowy figures with precision. Yet, even his formidable magic seemed to waver in the face of this enigmatic threat.

Aditya’s heart clenched as he watched Padma and Pranav struggle against the onslaught. He knew he couldn’t stay on the sidelines any longer, but he also couldn’t reveal his true nature. With a heavy heart, he turned to his mother.

“We need to retreat, Mother. It’s not safe here.”


His mother’s gaze held a mixture of concern and determination. “But what about Padma and Pranav?”

Aditya’s voice carried a note of resolve. “They’ll hold them off. We’ll find a way to regroup and come back stronger.”

As Aditya and his mother retreated, the sounds of battle echoed behind them. Padma’s form shimmered with an ethereal light, her determination unwavering even as the shadowy figures closed in.

The journey to Ayodhya had taken an unexpected turn, the shadows of their past battles resurfacing to test their unity once more. As Aditya and his mother made their way to safety, their hearts remained steadfast. They would regroup, they would strengthen their resolve, and they would return—to confront the shadows that threatened their path and restore the balance they so fervently sought.

As Aditya and his mother found a moment of respite, he knew that the time had come to reveal his secret—the truth about his past and the powers he wielded. He took a deep breath, his voice carrying a mixture of apprehension and determination.

“Mother, there’s something I need to tell you. I am not just an ordinary person. In my past life, I was known as Narakasura, a powerful demon lord. I possess the ability to use magic, and that’s how I’ve been fighting these creatures.”

His mother’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice tinged with shock. “Magic? This can’t be true, Aditya. Magic is just a myth.”

Aditya’s gaze met hers, his eyes earnest. “I understand it’s difficult to believe, but it’s the truth. And right now, we need all the strength we can muster to protect ourselves and our allies.”

As his mother struggled to process the revelation, Aditya’s determination surged. He knew he had to act quickly. He reached for his water bottle, the one infused with his magic, and took a long drink, feeling his power replenish slightly. He reached for a second bottle and handed it to Pranav.

“Pranav, drink this. It will give you temporary magic.”

Pranav’s eyes widened as he took the bottle, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. “Magic? You’re not joking, are you?”

Aditya shook his head, his voice resolute. “No time for explanations now. Just trust me.”

With renewed determination, Aditya rushed back into the fray, his movements swift and precise. As he faced the shadowy figures once more, he focused his magic with unwavering concentration. With a flourish of his hand, he conjured a new move—an Ember Sword. Flames erupted from the blade, casting a fiery glow around him.

The shadowy figures hesitated for a moment, their shifting forms faltering in the face of the blazing spectacle. Aditya seized the opportunity, his sword of fire clashing against their forms with fierce determination. But to his surprise, he felt his magic being nullified, as if the shadows themselves were siphoning his power away.

Undeterred, Aditya’s mind raced. He remembered a spell he had once used to battle Indra, the king of gods—a spell called “Agneshwar Vatya,” a storm of fire that could engulf his enemies. With a resolute focus, Aditya chanted the incantation, channeling the very essence of fire through his being.

The cave erupted in a torrent of flames, a storm of fire that consumed the shadowy figures in a blaze of destruction. The heat was searing, the flames fierce and unrelenting. But as the firestorm subsided, Aditya felt his magic drain away, leaving him empty and spent.

He stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving with exertion. The shadowy figures were no more, their presence reduced to smoldering ashes. Aditya’s gaze met his mother’s, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

“We did it… Mother, I know this is difficult to believe, but we must press on. The path to restoring our magic lies ahead.”

His mother’s eyes held a mixture of awe and uncertainty, her voice softening. “You truly are… incredible.”

With their foes vanquished and their unity unbroken, Aditya, his mother, and Pranav stood amidst the echoes of their battle. The revelation of Aditya’s powers had cast a new light on their journey—one that was both daunting and extraordinary. As they prepared to continue their quest, the path ahead remained uncertain, yet their determination burned brighter than ever before.

The King of Hell Reborn

The King of Hell Reborn

Status: Ongoing Type: , , Author: Artist: Released: 2023 Native Language: English
Narakasur, one of the strongest demons of Mahabharat era was killed by Lord Krishna and Satyabhama, who once ruled the # worlds finds himself reborn as a Human in 2023. He faces challenges coping with the modern era until a mysterious attack by an unknown being forces him to take on a new role


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