King of Devas

"Did you forget me so soon?"

The words echoed in the air, heavy with the weight of certainty.

Narasimha's fury erupted instantly. He bared his teeth, claws extended, struggling against the restraint of the Sharabheshvara. His roar ripped through the atmosphere, the sound waves carrying with them the terrifying power to obliterate everything in their path.

The very air around Kailash trembled, the ground shaking as if it might collapse beneath the force of Narasimha's rage. The force of his roar was so overwhelming that it felt as if the world itself might break apart.

But Indra, shielded by the blessings upon him, remained untouched. The might of Narasimha could not harm him in the slightest.

"You're scared," Indra said, his voice steady with an undercurrent of certainty.

He fixed his gaze on the roaring beast, no longer hesitating. He strode forward, moving closer to the immense figure of Narasimha and the Sharabheshvara. Despite his own comparatively small stature—he looked like little more than an ant before the mighty lion-man—Indra's voice rang out with a quiet confidence.

"Anger comes from fear, and fear comes from the unknown," he declared, his tone unwavering. "You're afraid of me."

His words carried the weight of truth, and for a moment, the roaring Narasimha seemed to falter. The beast's vicious bellow softened as if the weight of those words had struck a chord.

Indra continued, undeterred. "You don't know why you can't hurt me," he said solemnly. "But you're afraid of what you don't understand."

The anger within Narasimha flared anew. The lion's head shook violently, and the force of his struggle sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The Sharabheshvara, though mighty, struggled to maintain its hold.

"No!" Narasimha roared, his mane and beard whipping about in the frenzy of his fury. His bloodshot eyes glared at Indra, and his growl was one of pure, unrestrained rage. He opened his bloody maw, bellowing a threatening challenge.

But Indra saw through him.

With a calm smile, Indra raised a single finger, pointing directly at Narasimha. His voice rang out, slow and deliberate, each word weighted with the authority of one who had seen through the beast's anger.

"Since you want to know," he said, his voice carrying the certainty of someone who understood far more than he let on, "I'll tell you why you can't hurt me."

Narasimha's growls paused as if waiting for the answer, his fury momentarily subdued by curiosity.

Indra leaned forward, eyes gleaming with purpose.

"Because," he said, his voice full of finality, "there's someone above me."

He paused for effect, allowing the words to sink in.

"And just like you can't harm me," Indra continued with a smile, "you can never defeat this person."

At the sound of Indra's words, Narasimha's bloodshot eyes locked onto him with an intensity that could burn through the stone. His bloody mouth gaped open in a furious roar.

"Who is he?!" Narasimha howled, his voice seething with rage that could obliterate everything in its path. His thirst for destruction surged; he wanted nothing more than to tear this man apart, to annihilate everything around him.

Indra stood unshaken, his expression gentle, a serene smile playing on his lips. He spread his arms wide as if embracing the very world itself, welcoming the challenge.

"Vishnu," he said simply.

The name echoed through Kailash, reverberating in the ears of all the great Devas.

"Vishnu! Vishnu! Vishnu!" Indra's voice rang out, carrying the weight of divinity itself.

For a moment, Narasimha froze, his blood-red gaze softening as the fury in his eyes began to fade.

"Ain't that Truth," murmured Lord Shiva, a smile curling on his lips as he nodded approvingly.

Shiva raised his trident gently, causing Kailash to tremble as the destructive music that had filled the air shifted into something more harmonious. What had once been a cacophony of rage became a soothing, auspicious melody, echoing peacefully throughout the land.

The once-chaotic vibrations turned into a rhythm of calm, reverberating across Kailash.

Narasimha, who had been thrashing in his madness, now fell silent, his mighty roar quieted.

Brahma's eyes brightened as he watched, nodding in approval. "As expected... someone who has gleaned something from Vedas," he murmured, understanding the power of the words that had pierced through Narasimha's rage.

Sarasvati watched Indra with a knowing smile, her gaze warm and approving, as a mother might look at a son who had expertly solved a crisis.

Lakshmi, too, exhaled with relief, her eyes glistening with joy as she looked toward Narasimha, her heart at peace.

For a moment, all was quiet.

Then, with a soft, confused roar, Narasimha opened his mouth again, as if unsure of what had just happened. He stood still, dazed on the ground.

A golden light began to emanate from his body, flowing outward like the first rays of spring melting the last remnants of winter's chill. It was a slow process, but a process nonetheless.

However...

Indra chuckled softly, his smile widening. "Lord, let me help you," he said, the playful tone in his voice unmistakable.

He stepped to the side, his posture regal and commanding. With a flick of his wrist, his right hand spread wide, and in an instant, a vajra materialized in his grasp.

The vajra, with its four sharp corners and countless teeth, appeared like a giant hammer in his hand. It blazed with divine brilliance, casting a radiant light that rivaled the sun itself.

"If you dare to eat my brothers," Indra said, his voice steady but laced with power, "I'll give you something you won't forget."

The energy surrounding Indra crackled, and the vajra pulsed with overwhelming force as it glowed brighter, ready to intervene if needed.

Indra seized the vajra, his grip firm and unyielding, and took a powerful stride forward. With a leap that seemed to defy gravity, he soared through the air, his figure illuminated by a brilliance that shone like a thousand suns, crackling with sparks and lightning.

In one fluid motion, he propelled himself higher, leaping over Narasimha's massive form, and flying directly in front of the great lion. The vajra, now enveloped in a storm of thunder and lightning, hummed with untold power, releasing a roar that shook the very foundations of Kailash.

"Wake up!" Indra's voice rang out, commanding and full of divine authority.

With both hands, he raised the vajra high above his head and, with a fierce cry, brought it crashing down onto Narasimha's skull.

Boom!

The impact was like a thunderclap, a deafening clang that echoed across Kailash—resonant, as if a drum had sounded at evening and a bell had tolled at dawn. The ground trembled in response to the sheer force.

Narasimha's massive head jolted slightly, but the lion did not falter.

Indra's hand moved in a blur, slapping the lion's face with divine speed. His armor glowed with intense blue light, the radiance shimmering as it absorbed the destructive energy coursing through Narasimha's body.

Narasimha's body twitched violently as if fighting the very force that sought to calm him.

From the lion's bloodied mouth, a dark, poisonous mist, like the coils of a naga serpent, began to spill out. It slithered through the air, but the divine armor responded in kind. Brilliant light flashed as it absorbed the venom, returning it to the earth from which it came.

Indra's eyes narrowed, watching the deepening blue of Narasimha's face with a solemn focus. The Halahala poison had been absorbed, yet the lion's face remained a stark, unsettling shade of blue—its depth hinting at the lingering corruption.

Boom!

Indra descended from the air with a fluid motion, his feet hitting the earth with a reverberating thud. The golden light surrounding Narasimha continued to intensify, shimmering and pulsating as if the very essence of life was being restored.

From the swirling golden radiance, a shape began to emerge. It took the form of a figure, graceful and regal—the image of Vishnu, the eternal protector of the world. The figure of Vishnu shimmered within the light, a presence that seemed to lift the very atmosphere of Kailash.

Great joy filled the air as the figure of Vishnu solidified, bringing an overwhelming sense of peace and renewal.

Shiva watched the manifestation of Vishnu with a smile playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Brahma, his gaze fixed upon the newly formed figure, finally let out a sigh of relief.

Sarasvati, her eyes glowing with approval, smiled softly as she gazed at the returning Vishnu, her heart filled with admiration.

The battle was over. The divine balance had been restored.

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In the Sea of Milk, Goddess Lakshmi stood with a gentle smile gracing her lips. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she blinked, her white hands pressed delicately against her chest, lost in a sea of thoughts that danced in her heart.

"Nath is finally awake…" she thought, a feeling of warmth and joy flooding her being. "I think I'll pick some stars from the Akasha Ganga and weave them into a bracelet for him. A surprise, just for him."

Her heart swelled with happiness at the thought of it.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind signaled the arrival of Garuda. With a graceful flap of his mighty wings, he landed before Goddess Lakshmi, his expression filled with excitement.

"Mother!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy. "Are you going to see the Prabhu? I will escort you!"

His voice was full of eager anticipation, clearly as happy as she was to see Vishnu.

Goddess Lakshmi's eyes sparkled playfully, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she shook her head. "No need, Garuda," she said gently. "I'll go on my own."

Her words were light, her smile radiant as she walked briskly, her heart fluttering with the thought of the surprise she had planned for Vishnu. She was already imagining the beautiful stars she would pick from the sea and craft into a bracelet—an offering of love for her beloved.

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Here's the revised version with the requested addition:

Back in Kailash, Vishnu had finally returned, bringing with him a wave of tranquility.

Narasimha, the fierce lion, had regained his sanity. Ugra Narasimha became the peaceful Soumya Narasimha. He opened his mouth wide, and a powerful gust of wind erupted from it, followed by a wave of Devas who had been swallowed in his fury.

Whoosh!

In a spectacular display, many Devas, Rishis, Apsaras, and Gandharvas tumbled out of Narasimha's mouth, each of them looking bewildered and shaken. The darkened air buzzed with their presence, and a murmur of shock and disbelief rippled through the crowd.

Had Narasimha, the incarnation of the Protector, truly regained his sanity?

With reverence, Narasimha slowly clasped his hands together and bowed. "Pranam," he said, his voice steady yet filled with awe.

Vishnu smiled softly at him, his presence as calm and powerful as ever. He raised his hand, pointing toward Narasimha's head.

From it, a ball of sky-blue light—pure and dazzling, like a brilliant diamond—floated into the air. It shimmered brightly, its light casting an icy glow that sparkled like a star.

The Devas and Rishis watched in wonder, their eyes wide with curiosity. What was this light? And what did it mean?

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken questions, but Vishnu remained serene, his smile the only answer they needed.

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