In the timeless stillness of Vishnu's realm, the air shimmers with layers of creation — rivers of light that never touch the ground, celestial lotus blooms opening and closing without time's permission. The Trimurti — Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva — remain gathered.
Just as they prepare to return to their meditations, Vishnu's gaze narrows. A disturbance ripples the fabric of the infinite — a fissure, like a crack in glass, glowing faintly in a corner of reality.From that fracture spreads a choking wave of black smoke, heavy with whispers.
It is not from their universe.Brahma leans forward, brows knitted.
"This… this does not belong to our cycle of yugas. It seeps in from another realm."Shiva closes his eyes, his vision piercing beyond worlds.
"A demon realm," he says at last, his voice grim as temple bells. "And one among them — cunning beyond their kind — works a long design."Through the slit between universes, the gods behold a vast, shadowed city, built from bone towers and rivers of molten ember. On its obsidian throne sits a figure — tall, horned, wrapped in a cloak of writhing shadows. His name is lost to most pantheons, but his hunger is unmistakable.
This demon does not lash out openly. He moves in silence, hands weaving in gestures that draw threads of black fog from other worlds — threads made of corruption, envy, fear, greed, rage.
These are not energies of his realm; they are stolen from the hearts of mortals elsewhere.Vishnu's eyes harden.
"He cannot enter the mortal realm — not yet.
But he has found a path to feed on mortal corruption. Every conflict, every deceit… each fuels his strength."Brahma's fingers tighten around his lotus. "In Kali Yuga, mortals are vulnerable already.
Such poison will hasten its decay."Shiva speaks next, his tone dark. "By 2027 in Earth's time, his influence will begin to manifest. Small at first — fear disguised as pride, hatred whispered as justice. Strife will burn in families, communities, nations.
And through it, he will grow strong enough to breach the veil."The problem is clear: The gods themselves cannot intervene directly in the mortal world during Kali Yuga. The laws of cosmic balance bind them. The demon shares the same restriction… for now.Vishnu folds his hands.
"Then we will do as we have always done — send a fragment of divinity within a mortal soul. A guardian, born among them, walking as one of them. And this guardian shall be… Vedha.
"Shiva nods slowly, "The one who carries the essence of Krishna. His courage already tested. His end in the sky-battle was not the end — merely the closing of one door before another opens.
"The Gift of the CrystalFrom beneath the waves of his cosmic ocean, Vishnu calls forth a small crystal — no larger than a fingernail — yet it glows with the shifting colors of dawn, dusk, and starlight all at once. Inside it, entire constellations seem to turn."This," Vishnu says, "is Chaitanya-Mani — the Mind-Space Jewel.
It will reside in the uncharted depths of Vedha's mind. It will not grant him invincibility, but clarity — visions of truth when shadows cloud judgment, and a light that can burn through falsehoods whispered by the demon. In moments of great trial, it will awaken fully."Brahma adds patterns of knowledge to the jewel, fragmentary at first, unlocking only as Vivan's soul grows strong enough to bear it. Shiva wraps it with threads of protection, ensuring that no force short of divine wrath can tear it from him.
The Birth OmenThe gods choose the vessel for this life with care."In this life," Brahma decrees, "he shall be born to those whose bloodline has once guarded the people.
A royal lineage of ancient India, whose ancestors kept the vows of dharma even as kingdoms fell to dust."A vision shimmers before them: a couple, noble yet humble, descended from a forgotten princely state. They live quietly, far from courts and palaces, unaware that their blood carries an echo of guardianship.
The moment of celestial alignment draws near — a rare planetary configuration that occurs once in many centuries, when seven planets bow in line across the sky, opening the gateway through which divine essence may enter the mortal womb.
The Year 1991 The day Vedha is reborn, the monsoon clouds over Northern India shift to reveal a column of moonlight falling directly upon the palace-turned-ancestral-home of the couple.
The midwife gasps when she sees him — not for his cries but for the symbols that shine briefly upon the soles of his feet: a lotus etched upon the right, and a conch shell upon the left.The elders whisper, for such marks are the signs of Vishnu's chosen.
Before anyone can decide what they mean, the symbols fade, hidden beneath the innocence of newborn skin.Above, the planets stand in their perfect line, and for a heartbeat, even the demon in his black citadel stirs — sensing that somewhere, a light has entered the game.
The Gods WithdrawIn Vishnu's realm, the Trimurti watch in silence. They know that in this life, Vivan will rise not as a passive storyteller, but as a subtle warrior — guiding others away from the poisons the demon spreads. He will walk into a world that does not believe in gods, where corruption hides behind progress, and yet… the seed of divinity in his mind-space will answer when the time comes.As they fade back into meditation, Shiva leaves one murmur in the ether:
"This time, victory will not be through the sword. It must be through the soul."