《He has descended》The impact
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Note: References from earth are being made to give an estimate of size of items in this story, not be confused with where the plots will occur i.e. Bhumi
While the crack was still spreading, in Atala Loka the Loka chronologically right below Bhu Loka....
There existed a gigantic planetary body, it was a circular flat disc which spanned nearly half the Loka's Universe, it seemed planetary bodies were revolving around the flat planet. The star for this planet was a humongous sphere, larger than the solar system of Earth in 'Bhuloka', larger than combining the 100 largest galaxies of Bhuloka, the heat it emanated was greater than anything possible in Bhuloka such that had this been in a corner of the universe in Bhuloka the heat and light would have reached the other end, but when compared to the flat planet it seemed like a bulb in a house. It revolved around planet around the planet in a path parallel to the circumference of the planet and it rays barely reached the center of the planet. The planet also had a satellite, another shepherical planetary body revolving around the circular disc, in the same orbit the as the sun but on the diametrically opposite side of the planet. The satellite was also the same size as sun, but generated no heat, infact it seemed to have a cooling effect on the surface of the planet. The whole arrangement was like a gigantic deepak with two flames on the diametrically opposite ends floating in an even more gigantic ocean of Ether.
It was called 'Mayanagari' the 'Land of Maya', where everything seemed beautiful, the sea water was not salty, it was as still as mirror, the water so clear that at shallower depths of 100m you could see the sea floor, the forest had numerous trees extending to height of a hundreds of meters, each tree bore flowers, the colours of which extended to a specturm beyond the human recognition, the leaves on these trees so smooth that the even drop of water trikled down their surfaces without leaving any traces behind, the animals all had a tinge of aura around them a glow of sorts which made them seem ethreal or divine, the mountain so high and majestic that it seemed to be able to pierce the sun and the moon itself, water falling off mountain cliff seemed so pituresque that it seemed to come out of a painting. The being at the top of the food chain here were humanoid, for ever in bliss, never to exposed to sadness or pain. If people ever had a utopia in mind, they had never visited this place, for this was utopia's definition, it was like what an artist would imagine his painting to be, what a lover would image his lover to be, what a mother would see in the eyes of her child or what a farmer would feel when seeing his farm right before the harvest but even better.
Floating above center of 'Mayanagari' was another peice of land as large as Earth itself. It was the shape of a hemisphere with the flat end at the top. This piece of land was called 'Mayapur: The city of Maya'. In the center of island was castle, never before seen in the lands of 'Bhumi'. The castle was made entirely out of gold and decoration was done in diamonds, rubies and precious stones each the size of an elephant from earth or larger, each lined with rows of silver or platinum such that light when it fell on the castle it seemed like a jewel in midst of sky, like a 'Tilak' to the masterpiece drawn on this canavas which was the sky. Why, some would ask, not use diamond or platinum to build the whole castle instead of gold? The answer was simple because the master thought would look better and no other reason. For this was who he was, he got what he wished for, there was no limit to his material possesions for he was the lord of 'Mayapur', he was 'Bala' the son of 'Maya' and the Gods apponited governor of this Loka.
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Standing at the terrace of the castle, six feet ten, open long hair which extended to his shoulders stood a man in all his glory, bare chest the size of a bear, which extended into his abs which seemed as if laid with 10 lead blocks put together in pairs, arms glistening with a drop of sweat trickling down his arms whose mucles were tightened to the extreme as if ready with strength to lift the weight of the universe within them, his legs with thick thighs the size of waist of a thin man and shin shaped like a blade which when swung could cut the heaven. His face as if sculpted by the most famous artist in all 14 Lokas, beautiful features, sharp eyes, filled brows. He stood there , a bronze god, with nothing but a half a foot vastram wrapped around him below his waist below the navel. His right hand was wrapped around a woman. he was massaging the ample bossom of the woman, who could only be described as every man's fantasy, the face of a goddess with long hair falling to her waist, she had a face of goddess whose beauti knew no bound, her naked ample breast hanging there as if two mounds made from flour extending into two perfect nipples which tempted the most enlgihtened of Rishi to go weak in there knees and suck in hopes for the sweetest Amrut. The breasts as if flowed into a snake-esque thin waist with perfectly placed navel in between it which tempted the accomplished 'Sanyassi' to bite in. The waist then as if a meandering river flowed into the the most shapely buttocks which looked a peached ready to be grabbed and overflow from the most massive of hands. The buttocks extend into long legs with most shapely thighs and tiny feet, when these legs were spread open wars were waged between massive empires to claim ownership but none were able to plant their flag. The woman was Svara the temptress, she was standing with her weight supported by Bala, as if a bronze Goddess of ecstasy and pleasure. Bala was grabbing into her bosom so hard that his nail dug into her breasts and her large breasts were overflowing from his massive beast like hands unable to contain it. She felt weak in the knees, as swayed between ecstay and pain unable to stop the red tinge from appearing on her cheeks.
Bala was not conscious of what he was doing, as he continued to stare into space, unable to contain his shock. He was born the day the Atala loka was created, he was an immortal, there nothing in this universe that he did not know off, he was also aware that there existed 13 other Lokas which were beyond his grasp. He had lived a 100000 Yugas as if trapped in this cage which was the Atala Loka. He believed his awesome power did not deserve to be caged in this prison, so when he saw a tear appear in the sky and a universe unknown through it, he felt something within him, something dormant something which he thought he never had or needed, cause each and every particle of this loka was his to begin with, created with his consciousness, it was the human feeling of "Curiosity". For the first time in his life he found something unknown, something he needed to discover, something not handed to him in a silver platter and right when he extended his hand to pass through the tear to travel to 'Bhuloka', he felt another human emotion for the first time in his life again, this was a primal instinct, which is the first instinct a living being develops, if curisosity is the instinct which was the driving force for development of civilisation, this instinct was the most important instinct required for preservation of civilisation across all 14 Lokas across all the 100s of trillions of species. It was "FEAR", his lizard brain as if zoomed out from the top of the highest peak or building, his hairs standing on end as if to prepare him for a fight or flight and and then normalizing because even with all the majestic power at his disposal every cell in his body "Knew", yes not warned, not acknowleged, "Knew" that there is no fight with this power, the only reason he survived the power remanent was because he was but an ant who managed to slip in the gaps of pebbles of the tar road when the road roller was falltening it.
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"aaaaagh" cried Svara as he lost strength in his hands and let go of her breast, he felt weak in his knees, they felt like jelly having lost all the strength, never had his feet, capable of supporting the sky like Atlas, given up on him, not even when he was at the peak of ecstacy when Svara sat down in front of him using her rose petal-esque lips to suck on his testicles, Kamini sitting down behind grabbing onto his thighs and used snake like tongue to lick and invade his anus and Punam used her all the strength in her buttocks to suck the life out his penis with her vagina, she used her mouth and touge to explore the depths of his mouth as she her legs around his waist and is lifted up by him with her buttocks compressed in his hands as if dough in hands of baker.
The entire Loka began to quake, as if losing its very essence, its very foundation. People began to felt their existences fading away, never the beings of 'Mayanagari' felt like this. Forever living in happyness and ecstacy, fear, confusion and cold sweat which didn't exist in their vocabulary was now being etched in their dictionary.
Long after the tear in space sealed itself Bala gained control of his body, he closed is fist and took a deep breath and uttered
"Aum", the word which contained all the frequencies of this world and then as if the all the wind in the "Mayanagari" stopped, quaking in the universe stopped, the fading lives halted and reverted to their original form. Having re-affirmed his awesome power Bala tried getting up.
"My lord" x 3 cried the three temptress sisters, Svara, Kamini and Punam, as they ran to support Bala to get up.
"Hmph" he swung his arm to drive the three sisters to away
"Kyaah" they cried as they fell on their naked asses. Had it been any being they would have sold the souls of their entire flourishing clan to get a glimpse of even one of these temptresses but they thrown away. But none of them complained.
Looking to the heavens Bala cried at the top of his voice "Mother!!!!!"
"Mother!!!! where are you mother?"
He was calling for his mother MAYA the first servant of 'Lord of Vaikunth' himself 'The supreme protector of all realms'.
The winds which had just started flowing, stopped again, the waves forze the beings stopped in their path, birds flying in the skies stuck as if becoming a part of a painting, beings stopped in their activities, even their breathing had stopped. Even the three temptresses stopped in frozen state, only thing was they were still aware of what was happening
An ethereal outline of a woman appeared in the sky, the whole world turned dark.
Bala on seeing her mother said "Mother dearest, thank you for coming to this Loka on my request. Your son seeks your bellesing"
An ethereal voice came from the outline in the sky "May the lord of Vaikunth take care of all obstacles in your life"
"Mother, for the first time in my life have I had these feeling well up in me. I seek your guidance in this regard"
"...... Son, the feeling you felt were that of instictual curiosity and fear. Due to the nature of your power you have never experience these emotion before which was what caused the extreme reacitons from you"
"Fear....... Me having fear, are you telling me the great Bala, son of MAYA the first servant of 'Lord of Vaikunth' felt fear. Stop joking around mother, this is impossible. I can create and destroy a universe with a flip of my hand and you think me, lord of Atala Loka, the one with powers of MAYA which is the power of 'Lord of Vaikunth' himself, am afaird of another being"
He waved his waved his in derrision, dismissing.
How many beings in the the 14 Lokas could dismiss MAYA, she thought. Then she thought of the green eyed guy in Naraka and stopped her train of thoughts
"...... Son, though you posses limitless power, doesn't mean you are infallible...... Their is saying, "Their is always a sky above sky"........ Humility is better learnt without being taught because teching it requires crushing every pre-concieved notion one has........"
"Hmph" Bala waves his arm trying dismiss what his mother said but suddenly stopped midway as he felt pressure on this body increase.
"...... Sorry mother" folding his hands in a prayer "I did not expect you to be so non-chalant about me an attack on your own son. I thought you would be seething in anger wreacking havoc on the one who tried to kill your son. Who do you think it was? Was it 'Lord of Kailash', i can't think of anybody strong enough to harm me other than our lord and him"
"............" he though he was target of this power when, "he" was trying to seal the 'Crack' in "Bhuloka" and he thought it was "Him" who wanted to kill him
Maya paused in thought, his ignorance caused his ego to inflate. It seems "My lord, please have mercy on my son. I know time for his destiny has arrived but please have mercy on him"
"....... Son remember what i have told you today"
After saying this she left the Loka and the painting as if coming back to life continued on with none, other than the 5 participant, the wiser.
Bala was stunned, he knew there were beings stronger than him but since he took his powers from his mother who herself was the first servant of "Him", no beings in 14 Lokas should close to him. He was the youngest among the 14 governors of the Lokas but seeing the nature of his power he believed himself to be strongest. Anger started to well up inside him, tried rembering the feeling the tear gave him to recreate the tear.
"Whoever you are...... I will recreate the tear and come for you. Remeber this..... this is my word, the word of BALA"
Similar tears were occuring in other lower Lokas as well.....
Vitala Loka governor Hara
Sutala Loka governor Bali
Talatal Loka governor Maya herself
Mahatal Loka governor Kadru and his sons Krodha, Taksha, Kaliya, Sushena
Rasatala Loka govenors who were controllers of daityas
Patala Loka governor Vasuki
All of them could see tears occuring connecting them to Bhuloka. For the first time they could feel another Loka other than their own. Once the tear disappeared they tried creating tear themselves. All of them with different motives. The creation was facing it biggest disaster since its creation.
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