King of Devas

"Rhaaaa!" A thunderous roar erupted from Hiranyaksha that blazed with fury, shaking the very fabric of space.

The colossal figure loomed over the world, his immense body seemingly capable of supporting the sky and pressing down the earth. He moved with deliberate force, each step creating tremors that shattered tectonic plates and fractured the land. The skies darkened as his form eclipsed the sun, advancing toward Indra like an unstoppable storm accompanied by a dark hurricane.

Perched atop his divine elephant, Indra turned to face the towering menace rushing toward him. His divine power surged in response.

With a flicker of intent, the Sahasrakavacha armor radiated brilliant light. A poisonous, green-blue beam erupted from it with a deafening roar, piercing the heavens and striking the enormous visage of the Asura above the clouds.

"Grraaahhh!" A guttural cry of agony tore through the skies as Hiranyaksha reeled from the attack. The sound reverberated across the three realms, triggering thunderous storms. The mighty being stumbled, dropping to one knee as the ground beneath him splintered from the impact.

Boom!

With an earth-shaking roar, Hiranyaksha's colossal hand ripped into the ground, splitting mountains and valleys. The terrain quaked violently as he hoisted a massive stretch of mountains—spanning tens of thousands of yojanas—and hurled it toward Indra.

Indra's armor flared brilliantly. The divine protection unleashed the venomous essence of Halahala, its radiance corroding the approaching mountains. Under the assault, the towering peaks disintegrated into smoke and ashes, scattering into nothingness.

Boom! Through the cloud of debris, Hiranyaksha surged forward, his enormous figure obscured momentarily. In a sudden leap, he closed the distance between them. His immense fist descended from the sky like a meteor, threatening to crush everything in its path.

Indra's expression tightened in alarm. Leaning backward, he unleashed another surge of divine energy.

Green and blue beams of poison erupted from his armor in a blinding cascade, forming tens of thousands of pillars of venomous light. The projectiles rained down mercilessly, each one slamming into Hiranyaksha's massive chest.

The sheer size of the Asura made him an easy target. Each toxic strike landed with unerring precision, eliciting another pained roar.

Boom!

Hiranyaksha's bloodshot eyes glowed with rage as his grotesque face twisted in anguish. His gigantic form collapsed to the ground, writhing and clutching his chest. His cries of pain echoed across the three realms, shaking the heavens.

"Indra!" His bellowing voice cracked the air, dripping with unrestrained fury. "I will kill you! I will destroy you and finally become the King of Triloka."

The earth trembled as Hiranyaksha's roar grew louder. He plunged his hands deep into the ground, ripping apart the soil and lifting it with monumental strength. His palms turned skyward, and his intention was clear—he would raise the earth itself and hurl it at his enemy.

Indra's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as his divine senses heightened. His eyelids twitched, anticipating the next move of the enraged Asura.

A ray of golden light suddenly shot up from the earth, coalescing into a delicate and graceful figure.

Her face was soft and fragile, her beauty captivating. Silky dark hair cascaded to one side, brushing against the gentle curves of her form. Clad in a shimmering golden saari, her allure was undeniable, radiating a charm that seemed almost otherworldly.

She was Bhumi, the Earth Goddess.

Tilting her head slightly, Bhumi blinked her luminous eyes, her expression filled with urgency and desperation. She clasped her hands tightly, as though trying to steady herself, and stepped forward. Her voice trembled slightly, but the resolve behind her words was unshakable.

"King of Svarga, I beg you—please!" she said, her tone raw and imploring. "Hiranyaksha's madness is tearing the Earth apart. He's drunk on power, destroying everything in his path. I can't bear it anymore—none of us can."

Her gaze locked onto his, pleading for understanding. "You have the strength to stop him, to save us. Without you, countless lives will be lost. I wouldn't come to you like this if it weren't the last hope. Please... intervene before it's too late."

As the Goddess of the earth, Bhumi could feel every tremor, every scar that Hiranyaksha inflicted upon the land. The devastation wrought by his rampage was a pain she bore deeply.

Indra stared at her silently, the corners of his lips twitching as if unsure how to respond.

The beautiful goddess was mistaken. Though his Sahasrakavacha could bring Hiranyaksha to his knees in agony, it lacked the power to end the Asura's life. Bhumi had pleaded with the wrong person. This was not a task for him.

The solution? Varaha. But why isn't he here already?

Indra's eyes widened slightly as realization dawned on him. Of course, the Varaha wasn't just any creature—it was Vishnu's avatar.

With a subtle nod, he offered the Earth Goddess a reassuring smile.

"As you wish," he said.

Bhumi's face lit up with hope. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him, her expression brimming with gratitude and anticipation.

But instead of preparing to face Hiranyaksha himself, Indra clasped his hands together, straightened his posture, and cleared his throat. His voice rang out as he addressed the heavens with divine fervor.

"Lord Vishnu! Through penance, I have attained the wisdom of the Vedas and discerned the weakness of the Hiranyaksha. I beseech you to descend in your wild boar incarnation and bring an end to this menace!"

The invocation echoed across the realms, resonating with power. The mention of the Vedas carried immense significance—it was the embodiment of universal wisdom, the eternal essence of Brahman, the source of enlightenment and truth.

Earth Goddess Bhumi watched in awe, her heart swelling with hope, as the skies seemed to tremble in response to Indra's call.

In the sky, Vishnu descended, radiating divine majesty. A regal crown adorned his head, and a golden robe draped elegantly over his form. The Kaustubha gem on his chest shone brilliantly, casting a celestial glow, while his four arms emitted an aura of light that illuminated the heavens.

Vishnu's gaze fell upon Indra, his expression marked by mild surprise.

He had intended to act on his own, yet Indra's warm and timely invitation touched him. A faint smile graced his lips, his lotus-petal eyes gleaming with benevolence. Slowly, he raised his right hand, palm facing Indra.

"As you wish," he declared, his voice as soothing as the first rays of dawn.

From Vishnu's palm, a cascade of dazzling golden light poured forth, resembling a rain of flames and blossoms. The radiant spectacle descended gently to the earth below.

Hum hum! A low, resonant hum vibrated through the ground.

From the golden light emerged a stout wild boar cub. It grew rapidly, its form swelling as though nurtured by the very winds. In mere moments, it had outgrown the tallest mountains, which now appeared diminutive beneath its colossal feet. Its back arched, limbs stretched, and it transformed into a towering giant with the body of a man and the head of a boar.

"I Am Varaha!" The wild boar incarnation of Vishnu, Varaha, had descended to the mortal realm to vanquish Hiranyaksha.

"I am here to end you, Hiranyaksha!" he bellowed, his tusks gleaming like polished steel, exuding an aura of unshakable confidence.

With long, thundering strides, Varaha crossed vast expanses of mountains and rivers, his determination unwavering. Each step resonated like the tolling of great bells, shaking the very earth beneath him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hiranyaksha, noticing the commotion, straightened his massive frame. His fiery golden eyes burned with anger as he cast a venomous glare at Indra before turning his attention to the newcomer. His expression twisted into one of contemptuous arrogance.

Hiranyaksha sneered at Varaha's bold proclamation.

"You? A mere beast?" His laughter boomed like an earthquake, shaking the heavens and the earth. "Even the mighty Sudarshan Chakra failed to end me! The King of Svarga's Halahala poison could not break my skin! Who dares challenge me now? Who has the power to vanquish me, the King of Asuras?"

He threw his arms wide, unleashing a roar so violent that distant mountain peaks crumbled to dust. Waves of destruction rippled through the earth, reducing the ground beneath his feet to ashes.

But Varaha remained steadfast, his boar-headed visage filled with divine purpose. He clenched his fists, each one like a mountain, and stepped forward with thunderous determination.

"I can kill you!" Varaha declared, his voice ringing with the weight of dharma itself. The boar's tusks gleamed with an unearthly light, and his gaze was fixed firmly on Hiranyaksha. The very air seemed to vibrate with his resolve.

Vishnu, speaking through his avatar, allowed a faint smile to curl at the corners of his lips as he regarded the arrogant Asura. "You boast of your invulnerability, Hiranyaksha, but your pride has clouded your judgment. Did you truly think yourself clever when you asked for boons to shield you from men, devas, asuras, and the creatures of the earth? Yet, in your arrogance, you failed to account for the boar when you requested your boon of invulnerability."

His voice grew firm, resonating with the undeniable authority of the Preserver of Worlds. "This form you see—Varaha—is no mere beast. It is the embodiment of dharma itself, the will of the universe given shape. Your sins have overflowed their vessel, Hiranyaksha. The time has come for you to face the consequences!"

Varaha's tusks glinted, and the ground trembled as he charged forward, the embodiment of divine justice.

With a sudden motion, Varaha clenched his five colossal fingers, each as thick as heavenly pillars. Raising his fist high, he struck with overwhelming force, driving it straight into Hiranyaksha's exposed chest.

Boom!

Hiranyaksha's limbs flailed as he was sent hurtling through the air, crashing violently into the ground. The earth trembled under the impact, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

The ground beneath him collapsed, forming a deep crater, and Hiranyaksha's face twisted in agony. He lowered his gaze, his expression darkening as he beheld the shattered remains of his golden armor. A massive fist-shaped indentation marred his chest.

"What! What are you!"

Propping himself up, Hiranyaksha staggered to his feet, his horror mingling with rage as he glared at the creature before him. How could this have happened? He—the indomitable Hiranyaksha—was injured! His divine blessings had been broken!

Varaha stood firm, his towering figure exuding unshakable resolve. His deep voice reverberated like a drumbeat across the battlefield.

"I am neither a Deva, nor an Asura, nor a human, nor any being fashioned by Lord Brahma! I am the Varaha, Avatar of Vishnu!"

Without waiting for a response, Varaha charged forward, his massive form tearing through the air with terrifying momentum.

Hiranyaksha's eyes widened, his face contorted in fury and desperation. The golden light in his hand flared, transforming into a colossal sledgehammer. He gripped it tightly and roared, rushing to meet his foe.

"And Now I Shall Kill You!"

Varaha's hand materialized an equally massive sledgehammer. The two weapons collided with a deafening crash.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent sounds echoed through the human world. Mountains crumbled, their peaks collapsing into clouds of dust. The ground beneath them groaned, fracturing under the immense force of their battle.

Goddess Bhumi watched from a distance, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. Her delicate face was etched with worry, her body trembling as the earth quaked beneath her feet.

Indra approached her, his movements calm despite the chaos around them. Gently, he placed a reassuring hand on her soft, snow-white arm. His voice was steady as he said, "Let us step back. We must not interfere. The Lord is carrying out the dharma."

Airavata, Indra's celestial elephant, raised his trunk high and trumpeted in excitement, seemingly confident in Varaha's victory.

Goddess Bhumi's worry remained. Her gaze lingered on the battlefield, her voice trembling as she asked, "Can Varaha truly defeat Hiranyaksha?"

Indra blinked and gave a confident nod. "Don't worry Devi! Varaha is the avatar of Lord Vishnu." he declared, his voice filled with assurance.

"In every age, the boar has symbolized raw tenacity and resolve. When faced with danger, it uses its surroundings to its advantage, its strength guided by unwavering instinct. And when it enters battle, its tusks become instruments of fate—striking with precision and power, offering no chance for escape or mercy."

Indra's words carried a calm certainty as he stood beside Bhumi, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His gaze was steady, a quiet strength that reassured the Earth Goddess. Her worried expression softened, though the tremor of the quaking ground still tugged at her nerves.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Varaha, Vishnu's wild boar incarnation, heard the King of Svarga's declaration. A deep chuckle reverberated from the boar-headed giant as he turned his determined gaze toward Indra.

"Your words honor me, King of Svarga," Varaha said, his voice like rolling thunder. "Let them guide my resolve."

The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as Varaha stepped forward, his massive form casting an imposing shadow. Though no walls braced his back, his tusks gleamed like celestial blades, poised to end the chaos.

Crack!

Varaha met Hiranyaksha's hammer strike head-on, the collision sending a deafening shockwave through the air. The ground splintered beneath their feet, but Varaha moved with unrelenting purpose.

With a mighty surge, he lunged forward. His tusks, glimmering with divine brilliance, pierced the air with deadly precision, aimed to end the chaos and restore balance to the world.

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