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Dagda second king of the fairies

The fairies were ruled first by Nuada, while his brother Dagda delved in magic like a Deva, though his magic was different from that of Devas and Ashuras alike. The fairies themselves were divided into many tribes, of which the main ones were the Tuatha de Dannan and the Fomorians. Nuada ruled over them both but the Fomorians one day decided to revolt and killed the fairy king.

Dagda at first was expected to become a lazy king, someone who could be easily scared from war, though he proved to be much more ruthless than his brother when it came to battle. He had many children, who held magic like his, and with that magic they created life that produced food, food with such a quality that the Devas paid anything for it thus being able to buy as much weaponry and even mercenaries to subdue the Fomorians.

He never expected to receive Amaterasu, but when he looked at her, he couldn’t help but fell glad to see that the Indra was beginning to see consequences from his horrible actions. Now he would probably reveal one of his children as a fake Indra while the fairies were given the real one. Dagda was smart, he knew better than to blackmail the Indra with this information.

The child was hard to take care of, until soon he found out that his youngest child, Lady Brighid could withstand the glow with no issue. Brighid was barely a woman but she was wise enough to understand how to raise a baby. Brighid who was the fairy who created flowers was more than capable of feeding an infant.

Brighid was not even afraid of the glow and thus she treated Amaterasu like she would treat any other child in need. She asked her father to build seals for Amaterasu to use, seals like the ones Brighid wore on her neck and arms, seals she used to hold back her own strength. Brighid herself had to wear seven seals to hold herself back.

Dagda crafted a seal for Amaterasu so that she could go out and play with other kids, live a normal life. He crafted the clothes in tiangou fashion, she was in a fairy world, but she shall never forget who she was. It was already enough that she was being raised as a fairy than make her dress like one, fairies gave her the name Belenus a name she loved though Brighid tried hard to make her remember her heritage, they would love to allow her to keep her fairy name, use fairy clothes and forget her blood, yet Brighid could see the great pain that brought Amaterasu to the world, at least this would allow her mother to be proud of her.

Amaterasu soon learned how to use the sword which she preferred over any other weapon, when she became 13 she got a gift from Krishna, who gifted her the Nandaka, a sword made with the Indra’s glow, a piece of her father for her to use as a weapon. Krishna himself admitted it was not the best weapon, but it was nonetheless a very good one.

Amaterasu liked the craft, the material though was not something she felt very fond of, the sword itself was a piece of her father, the man who caused the death of her mother and exiled her to live with the fairies. She wasn’t mad with the fairies, after all it wasn’t their fault they were sent to a barren world, they had managed to terraform it to their liking though it was far from a paradise.

Amaterasu soon learned that the planet even though poor in platinum and gold was rich in a particular metal; Iron, a metal that was poisonous to fairies the same way uranium was poisonous to Deva, the same way silver was poisonous to herself. They felt nothing at first though slowly the planet would drain their strength until they would fall sick and die, fairies were regarded as a weak race by many but they weren’t weak, they were poisoned by their own planet.

Krishna understood that Amaterasu did not like the sword, so instead she was given a white elephant, as white as her own hair. Brighid upon seeing this gripped her own titan-ore spear, Amaterasu though loved the gift, the animal was much like her, unwanted by many yet important.

Not wanting to overstay his welcome Krishna left the fairy planet as soon as he could. He knew what he had done, a white elephant is an insult in Deva culture, a gift that costs way too much to handle, an animal that is hard to tame for it knows its own importance.

Amaterasu did not keep the sword, instead she gave it to who she called her older sister, Brighid. Fairies are known to be vindictive creatures and Brighid was no different, holding that sword, feeling the heat from Surya’s glow made into a blade swore to soak that very blade in his blood.

This promise was seen by a few spies, fairies who worked for the Deva by the promise of power, magic that they would be taught to rival or even surpass Dagda and his family. These fairies spoke of the oath and how a fairy oath was never broken even if Surya did not die the blade would have the taste of Surya’s blood in one way or another, that was a power the Tuatha de Dannan held and did not held it lightly because vowing for something usually came at a higher price, fairies thus usually only vowed about things that they knew they could accomplish unscathed. Either Brighid loved her sister too much, or she was certain she could do what she said.

The Indra ignored this and considered it a fun threat, a servant thinking themselves capable of harming him, even if she were a Mahavidya, she was nothing more than a fairy trying to overstate her boundaries. 

Amaterasu was surprised by how much of a fool the Indra was, the fairies expected to be taxed in species, of course Dagda complained but it was obvious it would happen. It was something they wanted for when you control a market the black market opens allowing for a greater profit.

Surya, the Indra, ruler of the Deva.

The Deva are the race of the gods, those who shaped the world at will, descendants of Vaivasvata Manu, the Deva who gave the universes sentience so that after their destruction via thermodynamic death it would make sure to always gather itself back and be created anew.

The universe divided itself into three, a creator personality, a preserver and a destroyer, the history of their creations and tussles are explained in different places all of them legends and all of them with different versions since records could not last so well the change of a universe, the Deva had to keep those stories alive by oral tradition.

At least they knew this, Vishnu, the protector, always reincarnated in the next ruler of the Deva, having the odd instance of seeing two people sharing the same soul but different personality when an Indra when their children were born. Their dreams are connected since the dream world does not care for personality but their soul itself, their power cannot and won’t be used against each other since they are the same, just two different vessels. Memories, personality traits and experiences were shared too though most of those were blocked by the subconscious of each vessel, to remember being born is a trauma even the toughest of Indra do not want to remember repeatedly.

Suryadev the current Indra had been told by every oracle he encountered that his child would be the strongest Indra in the entire lifetime of Brahma, that is to say that said child would be the strongest Indra to ever live until the end of time itself and the need to restart it again. He felt great pride upon hearing the news, in the myriad of kings and reincarnations he would be remembered as the father of the strongest therefore the best king.

Coya the capital planet for the Deva, all covered in metallic buildings, the air cleaned by humming towers that fed on nuclear energy. Indra loved his planet; it was his to rule and his to keep. He waited for the birth of his child with both hope and fear, for when he was born his glow was such that only powerful Deva could stand his presence without being harmed. When he was married, he had to have his glow trimmed with a magical blade so that his wife could stand him in intimacy, with that glow Krishna’s sword was forged as well as Rudra’s spear.

Lord Rudra the first one and thus leader of the Mahavidyas, the ten avatars of destruction was a Deva and close friend to Surya, the trident, the most powerful weapon bound itself to Rudra due to his own friendship with Surya whose glow made the weapon he now held. Krishna got the sword from the scraps of the making of the trident, still a great weapon but more than anything a gift to keep Krishna in good terms. Krishna even though was an avatar of Vishnu and it was said he was the wisest among them all was not someone Surya liked, he had the habit of telling others what to do, though he never followed any of his advice.

He advised Surya not to drink though Krishna drank like no Deva, he advised Surya on the way he should rule even though Krishna just frolicked on Coya or a pocket dimension he liked to call Lotus. Krishna advised Surya on how he should treat his servitude with humbleness but ignored how his past servants rose up in arms until they were given a planet of their own. Krishna told Surya how war would bring nothing good to his kingdom but never put any attention to the violent action the Ashura took against his own planets. It was true that Ashura were of the same species as the Deva, though why didn’t he give that advise to the Ashura too?

The Indra, Surya, gave the sword of scraps to Krishna as a gift solely to keep appearances, to make it seem that he would be more mindful of his word, after all no sword  would compare to this, even though it was made from trimmings. The night he gave the sword to Krishna he also had a party in his honor, a party where they together drank so much that Surya forgot what happened later in the night.

Next day he heard dreadful news, the Fairies, the very servants who demanded a planet as if it was their right and caused terror in the planets of Coya and Teya, the very servants who treated their Indra with no respect, those who did not bow their head before him and even referred to him by his name instead of his title. They had been given a planet in the verge of Ashura territory so that they would be in the front lines of the war. Those insects now had developed technology that cleaned their air, that produced food and purified water, their technology even though rough needed little maintenance and fuel. He had heard those news before but did not pay much attention to it, after all their swamp planet was a barren wasteland with little metal, mostly water.

Their machines worked with water and starlight, crude contraptions that took up a lot of space for little payoff, though now it was becoming a problem. Fairy machines produced far superior food and drink than their own, so much so that the demand for fairy produced food and alcohol was lowering the prices of their own and fairy food, being mostly kept for themselves was a rare delicacy with a price higher than any precious substance in the universes. The fairies now were stacking gold to the point that the Indra’s own vaults were being drained.

He himself had noticed the improvement of drink, now not only having the bite and burn of alcohol but the addition of sugars and perfumes, acids and flavors that he did not think possible, though he ignored that each drop of said drink was far more expensive than the throne he sat on. Fairies had noticed how coveted their goods were and were making up crazy prices to see how far the Deva would go to lay their hands on their food.

He as the Indra made it so that the fairies had to pay their taxes in species and not gold, as they had done before now gold was something they could spare easily. He was appalled at the idea because he would have an excuse to dispose of them like the plague fairies were if they failed to pay their gold tax, he had sent them to a planet with little gold so that they would deplete it in little time and come back begging to be his servants again or die under his army’s wrath.

Fairies had found a way to circumvent this, to the point where their actions were depleting resources Deva wanted to use for war. Wine, chocolate, fruit, flowers, perfumes all of those things were now made in the fairy planet, and they had made sure that even if their machines got stolen, they would wither and die, literally die when used somewhere else. A perfume bottle could pay the salary of a thousand soldiers, a wine glass could arm those soldiers with the best weaponry too.

By making fairies paying in species he got rid of one problem, now fairies would remain in their planet for as long as they pleased, though gold would not get drained any more, the market for those goods now would be kept by the government itself so he could control that economy. Though he ignored the full extent of fairy technology and how smart they had become with it. Indra continued with his life as usual from then on, pleased to see the increase of good food and drink, he had grown fond of peaches and figs that now he had access as much of it as he wanted.