The village was in chaos. A Greater Demon had appeared, its body crackling with arcs of lightning. Sai and Jaswanth rushed forward, but a shadow flickered past them even faster. It was Rudra, his face hidden behind a terrifying, hand-carved Lord Narasimha mask.
The demon roared, activating its 2nd Skill: Heaven's Thunder. A blinding pillar of 100,000 volts crashed down directly onto Rudra. The ground shattered. Sai and Jaswanth screamed, thinking their brother was ash. But as the smoke cleared, Rudra stood unmoved. His Void had swallowed the electricity whole.
With a flick of his wrist, Rudra manifested a jagged blade from the darkness. He stepped in and sliced through the demon's hand. As the monster shrieked, it lashed out blindly, striking a nearby couple trying to flee.
Time froze. It was their Aunt and Uncle.
They died instantly. Sai and Jaswanth collapsed beside the bodies, sobbing in agony. Seeing their tears triggered a dormant, dark memory in Rudra's mind.
The Memory:
He was back in the cave with Durga Prasad. The old man was smiling—not a kind smile, but a jagged, manic grin. Prasad was methodically dismantling a demon like a butcher. Slash. The left leg was gone. Slash. The right. The demon's screams were music to the old man's ears. He sliced the nose, the ears, and the tongue until the beast was nothing but a pile of "Keema" (minced meat).
Prasad held out a bowl of steaming, black blood. "Drink, Rudra," he whispered. "Lose your mind to find your power."
The Present:
Rudra's psyche snapped. The "Human Rudra" was gone. The Pure Demon took control.
He didn't just fight; he played with the demon. He teleported behind it, mocking its speed. With the same "Psycho Smile" as his grandfather, he systematically began to harvest the demon's limbs. One leg. Two hands. The nose. The ears.
When the demon was finally a heap of broken meat, Rudra removed his mask. He knelt in the mud and blood. He didn't hesitate. He drank the demon's blood until his face was stained crimson.
Sai and Jaswanth looked up through their tears, their blood running cold. Their brother was gone. Standing before them was the reincarnation of Durga Prasad—a monster more terrifying than the one he hadThe silence in the village of Gotta, Srikakulam was broken only by the rhythmic crashing of the waves and the muffled sobs coming from the house. Rudra stood in the courtyard, his hands still trembling from the residual electricity of his 100,000-volt surge.
"Anna..." Sai whispered, wiping his eyes. "Aunt and Uncle are gone. Only seven of us are left in this family now. We have to tell the children."
Soon, the four children arrived, their faces pale with shock. There was Isha, the eldest, followed by Radha, Sruthi, and the youngest, Kamal. As they saw their parents' bodies, the girls collapsed in grief. Kamal, too small to understand death, just clung to Isha's saree, shivering.
The Village Elders' Ultimatum
As the sun began to set, the funeral preparations stalled. The village headman stepped forward, shaking his head. "The boy, Kamal, is too young to perform the Antim Sanskar (last rites). He cannot light the pyre. Without a son's hand, their souls will wander in unrest."
Rudra's voice cracked the silence like a whip. "I will do it. I am their blood."
"You are a nephew, Rudra," the Elder countered. "Tradition is clear. Only a son or a son-in-law can perform these rites. Unless you are bound to this house, you have no right to touch the torch."
The Elder looked at Isha and then at Rudra. "If you marry Isha right here, right now, you become the son of this family. Only then can you give them peace."
Isha's Secret Heart
The crowd gasped, but Isha froze. For years, she had carried a secret deep in her heart. She had loved Rudra since they were children—his strength, his silence, and the way he protected everyone. She had dreamed of marrying him, but never like this—not over the dead bodies of her parents.
Rudra looked at Isha. He saw her pain, her beauty, and the three younger siblings who now depended entirely on her. He didn't hesitate.
"I will marry her," Rudra declared.
In a somber, hurried ceremony, with the funeral pyre as their witness and the scent of death in the air, Rudra tied the sacred thread. Isha looked into his eyes, her heart aching with a mixture of devastating grief and a spark of the love she had always felt. She accepted him, not just as a protector, but as the man she had always wanted.
The Warning
After the Karma Kanda was over and the ashes were cold, Isha began gathering her siblings. "Rudra, we need to leave for Vijayawada," she said softly. "It's not safe here. We need to go home."
Rudra stepped in front of her, his shadow looming large in the moonlight. "No. You are not going to Vijayawada. You must stay here in Gotta."
"Why?" Isha asked, her eyes filling with tears. "Everything we loved is dead here! Do you want us to die too?"
Rudra grabbed her shoulders gently but firmly. He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Isha, listen to me. I love you, and I will protect you, but you don't understand. The demons... they didn't just come for your parents. They are hunting our bloodline. If you step onto those roads to Vijayawada, you'll be sitting ducks. They will rip you apart before you reach the city limits."
He looked at Radha, Sruthi, and Kamal. "I have to stay here to fight them. And you have to stay here so I can watch over you. As long as you are behind me, the demons have to go through me first." just killed any can Guesswhat happen next tell in comment