The Release

Some forces are not meant to be controlled.

Ahankara did not hesitate.

The void opened— not as a prison, but as a doorway.

A pair of golden eyes upon a milky white face looked down at her.

The girl child stopped crying and smiled. Strands of golden hair fell gently upon the child’s face, and she touched them with her tiny hands.

Viratgarviathan emerged slowly, its presence bending the world around it.

This was not destruction.

This was declaration.

Ahankara looked down with an air of condescending indifference, arms folded across his chest, the rays of light from his iridescent wings showered into the darkness below “VIRATGARVIATHAN!!” he bellowed loudly from above.

Below, within the deep crater, was the colossal, blue gray serpentine beast, cannibal of the underworld, coiled around itself, its head within the hollow at the center of its body, hissing and snorting furiously.

Viratgarviathan gazed up through its jagged, violet, reptilian pupils which reflected the images of the goldenhaired, golden-horned spirit and the four rabid Asukhas above.