Izanami one of the maids of the gold palace of Surya was the most fearful of them all. Tiangou and more importantly wolves were nothing but mere servants, bodyguards at times and watchtower guards much more often. Nothing more than pets who had to do the bidding of their master. Izanami grew up in that wonderful Deva world, dreading every minute of it because of the Deva themselves.

Surya, in a drunken haze dragged her to his quarters and there he played with her like a toy, once he was done, he fell asleep while she cried next to his bed. In the morning he kicked her out of his room, there was never doubt on his mind of what he had done, it was not the first time he had done it and to her much less, even though she felt great pain he did not care after all serving was her duty.

Now though it was different, she felt her life leaving her body, the deadly glow of the Indra poisoning her bones burning her flesh. Against all advice she held her newborn baby close to her; tears fell down her cheeks while she looked at the newborn in the eye. The child had no idea its sole existence was killing Izanami. During those last moments of joy and fear Izanami named her child Amaterasu.

More than dread of her own death, she welcomed it, for some reason Vishnu had chosen her as more worthy than all of the wives of the Indra, Vishnu had decided to be born from her and thus release her from her torment with the bright glow. She soon felt how her life left her body, how she now was a formless being that flew out into the stars, to be reborn again somewhere better. She also felt fear, her child was a problem to the current Indra, his heir was a dog.

Even though the servants tried to hide this from Surya the glow was such that nothing could keep it back, Surya soon found his staff dwindling, for most of them were willingly giving up their life to burn in the baby’s poisonous glow while they gave it food.

Surya at first thought they were escaping, when he found out he would have preferred that to be the case. He was disgusted when seeing a white-haired child, dog ears and tail, glowing even brighter than him when an adult. He raised a dagger made from his own trimmed glow and prepared to stab the child, though his hand burned, the dagger melting the moment the baby began crying, sensing threat the glow had grown even brighter and now he was pushed back to the walls of the service room. He could do nothing but watch until the baby calmed down.

There was no way of getting rid of the baby, he now understood what Krishna was warning him about, how his actions would come back to hurt him. He also had the problem of how the baby would be raised, after all the Indra glow would only get stronger with age and in this point, it was far too bright for even him to handle. Soon servants would not be able to feed it, thus soon it would feel so stressed that the glow would begin consuming the planet. He could not trim it either, even if he found something that withstood the heat at such young age the glow would return a few days after.

Indra could raise the baby with great care and love, teaching it how to control that light, it was the only way from what he thought, that or let the glow grow wild and eat the entire universe then all the rest  of them, all of creation eaten by the divine glow of the baby. A perfect punishment for the Indra, he now had to redeem himself raising the child, or so he thought at first.

Though after speaking to Krishna he was given another option. After all Krishna was an avatar of Vishnu himself, but even he would go against what was expected of him. Krishna told Surya of a fairy princess, the fifth Mahavidya who had recently joined Shiva’s council. Fairies were creatures made to last, after all they were created to withstand the glow of the Indra to a degree, so if anyone would be able to raise a child like that it would be a powerful fairy.

Indra so decided to hide the birth of the child from the world and exiled her to the fairy planet, so that he did not have to deal with that anymore.