Kalinaya: Blood of the Forgotten Gods

Location: Ruined Flyover Near Sector 4

Date: October 23, 2029

Time: 9:21 PM

Khushi was missing.

She'd gone to deliver food to a sick boy two blocks from Ashtashram.

She never came back.

Yash moved without speaking.

Without blinking.

Without thinking.

He found her satchel.

Found blood.

Found laughter.

The building was half-collapsed.

Smoke poured from under broken concrete.

Children cried from inside.

And in the center — a man.

Tattooed with old scripts.

Eyes glazed black.

A fanatic.

He saw Yash and grinned.

"You carry ash," he said.

"But not the fire."

"We offered the girl to the dark.

She screamed your name."

Yash didn't speak.

His ashmark flickered.

But not enough.

The man raised a blade.

"You cannot protect everyone."

And then — he threw something.

A doll.

Khushi's doll.

Its hair was burnt.

That's when it happened.

Yash didn't scream.

Didn't cry.

He broke.

Time stilled.

The sky cracked again.

But this time, only above him.

The sigil on his spine burst — not just light…

Sound.

A howl.

Like iron being torn from inside bone.

The second form awoke.

Vira Form II: Kāla-Rakta

("Time-Blood")

— Domain of Unforgivable Pain

— Granted by Chhinnamasta

His hair flared crimson for a moment.

His veins glowed black.

He touched the fanatic—

And the man stopped moving.

Heart still beating.

Mind still conscious.

But his time froze.

"This is the curse of those who hurt the innocent,"

Yash whispered.

"To rot in a moment… forever."

He found Khushi under rubble.

Bruised. Alive.

She opened her eyes and whispered,

"You're warm… again."

And passed out.

Back in Ashtashram, Mira watched Yash walk in with blood-soaked feet.

He didn't speak.

Just held Khushi out.

"She lives. That's enough."

Then collapsed.

That night, he dreamed of a woman with no head.

Standing in blood.

Smiling.

"You did not rage," she said.

"You remembered why rage exists."