**Chapter One: where is all began**
I...am kaiho...kaiho Koshiro...the ruler of 7 universes and king of gods...i am ...the Omni king
The rain fell relentlessly, its cold touch mingling with the stench of blood that hung heavily in the air. Across the battlefield lay the fallen, their lifeless bodies testament to the brutality of war. Amidst this grim scene, footsteps cut through the muddy ground, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Atop a mound of corpses, two figures confronted each other with eyes that burned with resentment and anger.
"You have gone too far, Kalki," the first figure hissed, his voice heavy with disapproval. He was wearing pitch black clothes, his gaze intense and unwavering.
Kalki, seated opposite him, looked unflinchingly at the man. "I only did what needed to be done, Kaiho," he retorted, his tone unapologetic.
A tense silence enveloped them as they locked eyes, the weight of their conflicting ideals hanging between them like a shroud.
"This madness needs to end," Kaiho declared, his voice carrying the weight of desperation.
Kalki's laughter cut through the air, cold and mocking. "It will end, Kaiho, but only when one of us lies dead."
Kaiho's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white. "Then so be it. One of us will die today."
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But just as the tension seemed unbearable, an energy of profound magnitude surged within Kaiho. His body was engulfed in swirling, vibrant purple flames that grew and twisted until they shaped a monstrous, otherworldly creature. It roared, flames licking the sky, its presence an ominous force of nature.
Unyielding to the bizarre transformation, Kalki's eyes blazed with determination. In a dazzling burst of light, an intricate armor materialized around him, each piece gleaming with ethereal power. Mighty wings erupted from his back, their span reaching out majestically.
With newfound forms, they charged at each other with a fury that echoed through the battlefield. The clash between them was cataclysmic, the sheer force of their collision sending shockwaves rippling across the landscape. The ground shook, and the air seemed to tremble as their clash reached a crescendo.
A blinding explosion erupted, a maelstrom of light and energy consuming everything in its path. The shockwave expanded outward, sweeping away the rain and scattering the battlefield's horrors like leaves in the wind. As the light faded and the dust settled, the remains of the once-tense battlefield had transformed into a canvas of destruction.
But strangely, the two combatants were nowhere to be seen. The force of their collision seemed to have transcended the battlefield, propelling them into realms beyond mortal perception.
As the echoes of their clash reverberated through the cosmos, in the realm of the living, an alarm clock on Nick L. B.'s phone rang, jolting him awake.
"What was that dream?" Nick mumbled, his heart racing as he tried to shake off the lingering sensations of the intense vision.
As he sat up in bed, his gaze fell on the framed photograph of his family on the bedside table. He spent some time reminiscing about the moments they had shared and the warmth of their love that anchored him.
Later that day, Nick met Khushi at the college gates. Her warm smile and playful eyes instantly brightened his day. "Hey, you ready for some fun?" she asked, her enthusiasm contagious.
"Absolutely," Nick replied, his heart quickening.
At the mall, they explored its various attractions – laughing, sharing stories, and occasionally stopping to admire something that caught their eye
Nick and Khushi sat across each other at MacDonald's, their laughter echoing through the air. As they indulged in their favorite fast food, they began to talk about the good old times, reminiscing about their adventures and misadventures together.
Nick, a mischievous smile on his face, placed his right hand firmly on the table. "Ready for round two?" he teased, his eyes twinkling.
Curiosity sparked in Khushi's eyes as she looked at him. "Round two of what?"
With a sly grin, Nick responded, "Arm wrestling."
Amused, Khushi chuckled. "Arm wrestling? Seriously?"
Undeterred, Nick leaned in, his competitive spirit shining through. "Come on, let's do this."
Khushi placed her hand on the table, giving in to the challenge. "Alright, fine. Let's see what you've got."
The two friends locked their hands, their faces a mix of determination and amusement. Straining with all their might, Khushi's victory was swift. She leaned back, triumphantly declaring, "See, I won!"
Nick, however, playfully retorted, "Nahi, I just let you win."
Khushi's laughter rang through the air. "As if!"
"Khushi," Nick said, catching her attention.
"Yes?" she replied, a quizzical look on her face.
"Do you remember those scenes in romantic movies where the hero wipes something off the heroine's face?" Nick asked.
Khushi nodded. "Yeah, what about it?"
A mischievous glint danced in Nick's eyes. "We had a similar situation."
Confused, Khushi asked, "We did?"
Grinning, Nick recounted, "Yeah, except instead of your mouth, there was mayonnaise on your head. I couldn't help but come close and wipe it off."
Khushi burst into laughter. "Did you , really?"
Nick chuckled. "Well, sometimes something is better than nothing, right?"
In a playful act of retribution, Khushi stamped Nick's foot, only to find herself ensnared by his legs. Both burst into laughter, caught in a moment of pure joy and camaraderie.
Khushi took a sip of her drink before confessing with a grin, "Well, we were so stupid when we were young."
Nick chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, we were. You know, I was a hot head back then."
Amusement danced in Khushi's eyes. "Oh, trust me, I remember. You had this fiery temper that could light up a room."
With a rueful smile, Nick sighed, "Well, the thing is, I still don't know what kind of relationship we had back then. Were we friends, brother and sister, or something else?"
Khushi's gaze softened as she replied, "Friends. Definitely friends."
Nick's brow furrowed as he continued, "And trust issues... It was confusing, you know? You wouldn't tell me what I did to make you mad. Was it because of sharing our secret or the so-called me being manipulative?"
Khushi's expression turned thoughtful. "I don't know why I said that. Besides, you had a crush on someone else, right?"
Nick looked at her, his gaze intense. "Yeah, well, it wasn't like that. It was you who started it when we used to walk together. I just went along with it."
Khushi raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, come on, Nick. I thought you liked her."
Nick burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling. "Oh, you have no idea."
Nick's lips curved into a smirk. "Something tells me you were jealous."
Khushi's laughter faltered, replaced by a momentary silence. Then, with a playful grin, he shot back, "In your dreams."
Khushi laughed heartily, their words and banter carrying the weight of shared memories and inside jokes. As they looked at each other, the unspoken understanding between them spoke volumes. They were more than just friends, more than the labels they once grappled with. Their bond was unique, layered with trust, laughter, and an enduring connection that defied definition.
And so, Nick and Khushi continued their evening, weaving stories of the past with threads of newfound understanding, their friendship evolving as they embraced the journey of discovering each other all over again.
Their laughter subsided, and Nick's gaze softened as he looked at Khushi. "You know, Khushi, these moments with you, they're precious."
A visit to the movie theater was a given, where they lost themselves in the magic of storytelling. Nick couldn't help but steal glances at Khushi, her reactions to the film a delightful symphony of emotions.
As the lights dimmed after the movie, they made their way to the arcade, where friendly competition turned into an exhilarating duel. They battled in racing games, dance-offs, and shooting challenges, each victory and defeat accompanied by hearty laughter and good-natured teasing.
As the sun set, they found themselves on a rooftop café overlooking the city. The lights below sparkled like a blanket of stars, and the cool breeze added a touch of romance to the evening. Over cups of coffee, they shared their dreams, fears, and aspirations, discussing everything from their favorite books to their ambitious goals.
Reluctantly, the time came to head back. Walking through the city streets, Nick realized how effortlessly Khushi had become a part of his life. He felt a deep connection with her – one that he hadn't expected but cherished.
However, fate had other plans.
"Agla station Thane," the announcement echoed through the train compartment.
Nick looked out the window at the approaching station, then turned to Khushi with a small smile.
"Well… I guess this is it."
Khushi nodded, her expression calm. "Yeah… this is it. Bye."
Nick raised his hand and waved. "Call me when you reach home, okay?"
"I will," she said, stepping off the train.
20 minutes later
"Agla station Dombivli (next station Dombivli)," the announcement rang.
As the train rolled into the station, Nick got off, heading straight to the bus stand.
But just a few minutes into the ride, everything changed.
Flick—
The lights went out. Street lights, traffic signals, headlights—everything plunged into darkness.
Nick looked up. "What the…?"
Panic set in on the roads. Horns blared, people yelled, cars stood frozen in place, and buses slowed to a confused crawl amidst the jam.
Nick stepped off the bus and started jogging between the halted vehicles, making his way across the dark streets, over a bridge, and through the familiar neighborhood.
Eventually, he caught a rickshaw that was somehow still running and reached his building.
He pressed the lift button and waited in silence. The lift opened with a slow metallic creak, and he stepped inside.
"Me ghari aala…" Nick called out as he entered the flat. "I'm home."
Silence.
No footsteps. No voices.
Then he noticed it.
A trail.
Thick, dark red liquid smeared across the floor. It led toward the hallway—toward the bedrooms.
His heart pounded. Slowly, he followed the trail.
Near the bedroom door, something metallic glinted. A knife.
Nick picked it up with trembling fingers.
He pushed the bedroom door open.
His world shattered.
His parents. His brother. Slaughtered.
Their bodies lay limp on the floor, limbs torn, the room drenched in blood.
And in the middle of it all—
A horrific figure crouched low, feasting on their flesh.
Its skin was blood red, horns curled up from its head, large wings folded behind its back, and a long tail flicked lazily on the blood-stained tiles.
It turned its head slowly toward him, face stained with crimson.
And then it smiled.
"Welcome home," the demon said softly.