Early long back before years of centuries or a era ago, gods used to listen everyone's prayer and even used to answer them as written holy book and passed down peoples as deep lore and folk songs but todays time seems to be myth.No one remembered the exact day the gods stopped answering.
At first it was not very noticeable temple bells rang, but the echo returned empty. Holy fires burned, yet their flames gave no warmth. Priests and Pastors claimed the silence was a test. Scholars called it coincidence.but all incidents that are happening no longer are coincidences and signed of warning.
There is old saying that dead speak,looks funny till you visit..In the town of Dayapur, prayers were whispers.Doors were sealed before sunset. And every night at exactly 3:19 a.m., something walked the streets—something that wasn't alive.
Arjun Vairag, age twenty-two, worked the night shift at the crematorium after burning the few body;his eyes were to tired and sleepy.He didn't believe in gods anymore. You stop believing after burning a hundred bodies whose families swore they were protected by faith.That night, the rain fell like ash.Arjun dragged another corpse onto the pyre. The tag on the toe read:
UNKNOWN.
No name. No family.
But as he turned away, the corpse opened the eyes.
Arjun froze.
The body sat up slowly, joints cracking like dry wood. Its mouth moved, but the voice that came out was layered—too many voices speaking at once.
"Why did you stop praying, Arjun?"
His blood ran cold.
"I… I never prayed to you," Arjun whispered.
The corpse smiled.
"That is why we chose you."
The ground trembled. Temple bells across dayapur rang wildly—on their own. From the corpse's chest, black symbols burned into existence, glowing like dying stars.
Arjun felt something awaken in his own chest.
Pain. Heat. Memory He hold his heart like he thought for a moment of heart attack.
Visions crashed into his mind—gods bleeding, temples in ruins, a throne made of bones, and a shadow sitting on it… wearing a human face.
The corpse collapsed into ash.
Silence returned with noise of rain drop falling on ground and roof top of neighbouring houses.
Shaking, Arjun looked down at his hands.
A symbol had carved itself into his palm. He rubbed his palm washed it with rain water also tried to wipe it with handkerchief but nothing worked.
Not a blessing.
Not a curse.
A summoning mark.
From the darkness behind him, something breathed.
"You have been noticed."are you ready to..."
Arjun turned.
And screamed.Aaa.."