"There will be no redemption for him now... He has to accept the consequences of his actions first, my son"
The figure that appeared before them was shrouded in an aura of authority and power. His presence seemed to radiate a sense of cosmic balance, a force that held the very fabric of existence together. His eyes, deep and all-seeing, held a mixture of compassion and stern judgment.
"Father..." Lucifer's voice was a mixture of defiance and resignation, his gaze meeting the figure's with a mixture of anger and sorrow.
"You have caused pain and suffering to billions if not more just to stand against me, Samael. Now it's your time to feel their pain and suffering for yourself."
"WHAT ABOUT MY PAIN, MY SUFFERING WAS THERE NO MEANING TO THEM, FIRST YOU KICKED ME OUT OF HEAVEN THEN THREW ME TO THE HELL AND TOLD ME TO RULE IT, DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY SUFFERING... NO!!! YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU MADE ME A DEVIL, AND NOW I HATE MYSELF MORE THAN I HATE YOU. AND NOW I HAVE BECOME THE BEING I HATE THE MOST, SEE FOR YOURSELF!!!!"
Lucifer immediately released his devil transformation, his face became disfigured wings turned dark leathery with veins running across them, and his once-golden eyes now glowed with a malevolent crimson light. His voice echoed with anguish and rage, a torrent of emotions that had been suppressed for countless ages.
The figure's gaze remained unwavering, his presence unyielding in the face of Lucifer's outburst. "Your pain is not ignored, Samael. Your suffering was a consequence of your choices, as are the consequences of your actions on Earth. You are not without responsibility."
Lucifer's distorted features contorted further with his anger. "Responsibility? You speak of responsibility when you created me to rebel, to question, and then condemned me for it. You turned me into a symbol of defiance, and now you judge me for fulfilling that role?"
The figure's voice held a solemn weight. "Your purpose was not to be a symbol of defiance but to be a guardian of creation—a role you chose to forsake. Your rebellion led to a chain of events that brought pain and suffering to countless lives. Now, you must face the reality of your choices."
Lucifer's anger seemed to shift into a torrent of self-loathing. "I never asked for this! I never asked to be cast out, to be labelled a devil, to be forced into a role I despise. I am not your pawn to be used for your cosmic balance."
The figure's aura radiated a sense of solemn resolve. "No, you are not a pawn. You are a being with free will, and your choices have shaped your destiny. The pain you carry is a consequence of your defiance, just as the suffering you've caused is a consequence of your actions."
Lucifer's rage seemed to waver, giving way to a mixture of exhaustion and despair. His distorted form trembled as he struggled to hold onto his defiance, the weight of his choices and the reality of his existence crashing down upon him.
"The path you chose has led to this moment, Samael," the figure's voice held a compassionate yet unyielding tone. "But even now, the choice remains yours. Redemption is possible, but it requires acknowledging the pain you've caused and taking responsibility for your actions."
Lucifer's crimson eyes bore into the figure's gaze, a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions within them. Slowly, his distorted features began to shift, his wings retracting, and the fiery glow in his eyes fading. His voice, once a roar of defiance, became a whisper of vulnerability. "What must I do?"
The figure's presence seemed to soften, his aura radiating a sense of hope and understanding. "You will go into the realm of my old friend in which you will find true peace within yourself."
"Your old friend, Do you even have a single without counting mother in it? And what is the name of your friend?"
The figure's gaze held a depth of ancient wisdom and compassion as he answered Lucifer's questions. "Indeed, my old friend's name is Shiva. There are many pantheons beside us, And he is the most powerful one but the most peaceful one too they are of "Hindu Mythology" while we are of a different realm altogether. Each pantheon has its purpose and responsibilities within the grand tapestry of existence."
Lucifer's crimson eyes held a mixture of curiosity and scepticism. "And what would I find in this realm of Shiva?"
The figure's expression remained serene. "You will find an opportunity to confront the darkness within yourself, the pain, the anger, and the regrets that have consumed you. Shiva's realm is a realm of deep introspection and transformation. It is a place where you can come to terms with your past and seek the path toward redemption."
Lucifer's distorted form seemed to waver as he contemplated the figure's words. "And if I refuse?"
The figure's voice held a gentle yet firm tone. "The choice, as always, is yours. You can continue to resist and embrace the bitterness that has defined your existence, or you can choose to embark on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Shiva's realm offers a chance for redemption, but it requires facing your demons."
Lucifer's gaze shifted downward, his distorted features a canvas of conflicted emotions. The weight of his choices and the pain he had caused seemed to press down upon him. "What if I am beyond redemption? What if the darkness within me is too deep to be cleansed?"
The figure's compassion remained unwavering. "No soul is beyond redemption, Samael. It is in the moments of greatest darkness that the potential for transformation is the strongest. Shiva's realm offers a path, but the journey will not be easy. It will require you to confront the aspects of yourself you've long ignored."
Lucifer's voice held a mixture of vulnerability and resignation. "And if I choose to accept this journey, what then?"
The figure's aura radiated a sense of hope and encouragement. "Then you will find guidance and support within Shiva's realm. You will have the opportunity to seek understanding, make amends, and ultimately find inner peace. The journey will not be without challenges, but the healing potential is vast."
Lucifer's crimson eyes seemed to flicker with a glimmer of something akin to hope, a fragile ember amidst the storm of his emotions. "Inner peace... a chance to free myself from the chains I've forged."
The figure nodded, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed, Samael. It is a chance to break free from the cycle of pain and suffering, to find the light that has always been within you."
Lucifer's distorted form trembled slightly as he contemplated the possibilities before him. The figure's words seemed to resonate within his very being, stirring a longing for something he had thought was forever out of reach.
"I will go," Lucifer's voice was a whisper, a declaration of surrender to the path before him.
The figure's smile grew more radiant, his presence exuding a sense of approval. "Then go, Samael. Embrace this journey with an open heart. Know that you are not alone, for the cosmic balance is always watching over you."
With those words, the figure's form began to fade, his aura merging with the surrounding cosmos. As he disappeared, a sense of tranquillity settled over Lucifer, a quiet resolve to confront the darkness within himself and seek a path toward redemption.
Lucifer took a deep breath, his distorted features gradually returning to their original form. He closed his eyes and felt the pull of Shiva's realm, a realm of introspection and transformation that awaited him.
And as he stepped into that realm, the fabric of existence seemed to shift, as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting to see whether the fallen one could find his way back to the light.
[Mount Kailash]
"So he sent his own son here just a decade before the tournament huh~ I can see where you are going with this one, You want your most powerful son to fight for you this time."
Lord Shiva gazed in a certain direction before turning his gaze towards the Kingdom of Anga with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His form, a mixture of serene wisdom and boundless power, exuded a sense of balance that seemed to resonate with the very mountains and rivers of the realm.
"What will you do in all this chaos, My child? But I have faith in you. For whatever you do I will be there at least time."
[Champa, Royal Palace]
"Who is this girl, Karna?" Kamini, Brinda, Kali, and Draupadi all surrounded Karna, their curiosity evident in their expressions. Scáthach, the legendary Celtic warrior-queen, stood before them, her aura a mixture of strength and amusement.
Karna looked at his companions, his gaze thoughtful. "This is Scáthach. She's from a different realm, and circumstances have brought her here."
"And Karna is my master~"
Scáthach latched herself by Karna's right side. Other girls exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and jealousy evident in their expressions. Scáthach's proclamation that Karna was her master raised their eyebrows, prompting them to look at Karna for an explanation.
Karna chuckled softly at their reactions. "Scáthach is a warrior-queen from a different realm. Circumstances led her here, and we've had a... unique encounter."
Kamini raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "A unique encounter, you say?"
Karna's cheeks tinted with a faint blush, and he cleared his throat. "Yes, well, let's just say that we've had a discussion that led to an unexpected turn of events."
Brinda's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "And now she's calling you her master?"
Scáthach nodded, her gaze fixed on Karna with a mixture of respect and playfulness. "Indeed, he is the one who pulled me out of that hell when I was ready to be in it for eternity."
Draupadi's eyes softened as she observed Scáthach. "It sounds like you've been through a lot."
Scáthach's expression grew serious, her eyes reflecting the weight of her experiences. "Countless battles, endless struggles... my existence has been one of perpetual conflict. But now, it seems fate has led me to a different path."
Kamini grinned, her playful demeanour returning all the jealousy flew away like it was never there in the first place. "And now, you're part of our unconventional family."
Brinda's smile was warm and welcoming. "You're welcome to join us, Scáthach. Together, we're stronger."
Scáthach's eyes scanned the faces of the women before her, their camaraderie and acceptance evident in their expressions. A sense of gratitude and warmth welled up within her, something she hadn't felt in a long time.