Amaterasu sugar queen

Amaterasu could even know what their plan was, the introduction of fairy goods via illegal means would allow them to control the local market because what the Deva were taxing them was nothing compared to their full capacity, they could even drive the price down so that the Deva food market would crash, local producers would become impoverished.

It was surprising to see a species designed to be of lower intelligence had come up with a plan like this, though fairies have longer lifespans, they planned ahead for years. Amaterasu though hated the idea of the introduction of a new substance; honey. It was refined flower nectar, sweeter than anything that they had ever produced, if further processed with Deva technology they could even make sugar a crystalline form of it much more potent and much more addictive.

Amaterasu knew of the high amounts of sugar a fairy could eat though this did not happen with Deva nor tengu (garuda as Deva called them) or tiangou like herself. She preferred to eat only meat, a choice Brighid respected, because the high intake of sugar would prove detrimental to her health. News of the Indra becoming larger due to his diet that consisted of peaches and figs had already begun circulating.

Sugar though was very mild when compared to the resin they got from the poppy flower, an invention of Brighid herself. Fairies were immune to its effects it only had a mild sweetness to it for them, but for any other species the substance would bring them to a haze worse than that of alcohol. Brighid though had not shared this knowledge to Amaterasu’s request, a substance like that would drive Deva to madness.

The day sugar would be shipped to the black-market Amaterasu was chosen to deal with the smugglers. They were tiangou like her and they did not trust fairies. They waited for them in the near moon of the planet, a Deva dome covered the place. Amaterasu greeted them with courtesy, these people though did not return the salute, it wasn’t an insult they weren’t exactly raised in the best conditions.

By their look Amaterasu could tell they were born in the wild fringes of the Deva planets, raised in freedom but also in need. Their clothes were expensive although they lacked style, perhaps because they never developed one. She found them interesting right away.

“Since when a dog lady works with those insects?” said one of them, he had a missing ear and bite marks on his right eye

“I had always work with them, but I fully understand your concerns, their minds work differently than our own” she smiled, their lack of etiquette wasn’t an insult it was just the way they were.

“If you need out of this rock just say the word. I wouldn’t mind having a wife like you” he winked

Amaterasu chuckled “If you knew how intimacy worked with me you would probably be upset, even if I liked the idea I have to decline your offer. Though the offer for gold in exchange of the new fairy craze” she opened a wooden box besides her chair, the small and rough clay pot had a sweet smell to it, much stronger than that of fruit “It lasts longer too, at any temperature”

She handed the jar to the two men, the younger one of the two had a taste, soon he began eating with such haste he would even begin chewing on the pot. The one with the missing eat pulled out his knife and cut the throat of the other. “What do you call this? Do you recommend me to try it?” He was shaking, it was excitement, this substance was so good it had driven his companion mad, he had to kill him though, he knew a feeding frenzy when he saw one and he couldn’t have someone eating their cargo.

“With all honesty I do not dare to try honey myself. So we have a deal?” She stepped away from the blood of the dead tiangou before them.

“What else you have?” He asked, fairies had promised more than this, he knew this would be more than enough, but he was curious.

“Its purified form of course” she handed him a small bag containing an amber powder “It is called sugar”

He didn’t have to taste it; he could smell it.

“The rest we cannot give you at this moment, we think this is enough” She pointed at the large pile of boxes, all of them filled to the brim with sugar.

He nodded “I think it’s fair” he then proceeded to go for his ship, he tried to aim the weapons towards Amaterasu, he knew fairies would be able to survive that but a tiangou was a whole different deal. He could walk off with this and earn enough to live the rest of his life in riches in the city of Coya.

Amaterasu though was untouched by the blast, one of her robes was roughly charred, it began falling off. She sighed and counted the layers, 5 layers, this guy had blasted away one, the temperature of the area began to increase, she walked up to the ship while the baffled man tried to fiddle the controls to hit her though her feet were way too quick for a heavy ship.

She gripped one of the cannons, it slowly began to melt. Amaterasu then flew up towards the cockpit. “Do you have the payment?” She was not surprised, after all this amount of riches would break any man.

He shook his head; Amaterasu gave a heavy sigh “You poor thing”

Fairies began to appear out of nowhere, they had learned magic to make themselves transparent, one of them held up the man’s companion and ate him from the inside, the fairy squeezed itself to sizes one would think impossible the body of the companion soon began to squirm and it then stood up healed.

Amaterasu knocked on the window “Would you please open?”

He tried to fly away though a spear came flying down from the sky breaking the dome and piercing the cockpit ceiling, the man was impaled, his body now lifeless could no longer control the ship so Amaterasu held it in place.

Brighid came floating down and grabbed her spear “I’ll have to clean it later” She said while showing disgust. Another fairy came into the body of the smuggling leader. “You gave him a choice; we could have come to an agreement with him even after this betrayal”

“You would have still cursed him to lose everything though or fall sick and mad… I think he knew death was a far better option”

Brighid turned around “Load everything and patch the hole!” Flowers soon began to cover the dome; fairies began to patch up the ship itself.

“How will we get the revenue then?” Said Amaterasu, all while looking at the crates of sugar being loaded into the ship, a few gold ones being unloaded from the ship as well, it was indeed not enough to make the payment, probably the smuggler thought he was going to get some new type of fruit.

Brighid looked at the ship and sighed “You and I will pose as servants of Lord Rudra. Aengus and Derg will deal with the sale, or trade it directly for titan ore and copper”

“You sure? We will have to deal with a very large amount. Why not gold?”

Derg, in the shape of the smuggling leader came down from the ship while the rest of the boxes were being loaded “Because trading gold is banned, we could get it in the black market but it would mean a bigger cut for whoever sold it to us. We can take a small cut of the pay and get a ship too”

“That would be very helpful, having a large cargo ship to carry troops” Brighid began to walk into the ship with the spear in her shoulder. Amaterasu followed in, she thought on how this was the beginning of the war.

Which side would fairies pick, after all they were still servants of the Deva just in a different way, they could now ask for a galaxy if they helped the Deva win the war against the Ashura, or they would use this very metal to craft weapons to subdue the Fomorians in their entirety.

They arrived to the slums of Coya, the city of Shudh, the population was mostly inhabited by garuda, who welcomed Amaterasu as one of their own, not even questioning the fact that she behaved as a noble lady, and even assumed Brighid was her handmaid and bodyguard, something both considered convenient, this allowed Brighid to continue carrying her spear while they walked around the city.

Rather short buildings, mostly warehouses was what consisted of the city, the few Deva who lived there were beggars, a few wolves guarded the large ports and warehouses while the birds walked wearing rather plain clothes. Amaterasu stood out by the fact that she was wearing white and red clothing with gold embroidery, the bodyguard dressed in a green silk dress stood out just as much. What helped them blend in were the two smugglers following them.

Brighid tugged on Amaterasu’s arm, she had smelled something, so she went to meet the guards at the door. They looked at the smugglers and greeted them with friendliness “You had to return with the goods only, or is she a buyer?”

Amaterasu cleared her throat “I am a trader, any other question ask it to my servant” Brighid glared at them, they took a step back and allowed them in.

They had no idea what it was but something in that bodyguard scared them, it was uncharacteristic to have a woman as a guard though the teen Deva holding the spear made them feel uneasy. They thought she was a Deva because fairies were rare at the time in Coya, and if anything, they would avoid a city like Shudh, a city of iron. What was a Deva servant doing in a city like this anyway? Probably a pair of criminal witches, if that were the case this would be the place for them to do business.

Brighid had chosen this spot because it reeked of fruit, the smell of the smugglers was also impregnated for Brighid that smell was clear, Amaterasu could smell it too.

The owner of the place was surprised to see his men coming back with people, he knew of their plan to steal from the fairies, nobody steals from the fairies. He was greeted by his pilot “Boss the fairies weren’t willing to trade, they had risen up their prices again. I though found something new, this tiangou has a chemical plant somewhere, well look at what she produces”

Derg handed the man a small bottle containing honey, the man smelled it then ate it, the group could see his pupils dilate after his tongue processed the taste. “What does she want for it?”

Amaterasu remained in her place “I have 100 Tan of honey” she said, making sure to use the tianou measurement for weight “And 50 of its purest form, sugar you may call it. Both last long without cooling unlike the fairy food”

The man laughed “This is far better! If what you say is true then name your price, I will name mine in the market anyway”

Amaterasu smirked “I want copper, tin and titan ore”

“Lady I deal with money not with metals… If you have a chemical plant, then you would be capable of dealing metals. Who are you?!” The man said

Brighid who was showing a very calm expression every single moment of the conversation sighed “Good sir we came here to get metals and metals we will get; we are negotiating out of respect not from need”

He glanced at his pilots, there was something off about them, he had noticed it before, but he thought they were under some fairy spell. It wasn’t their demeanor nor their appearance, it was their smell, it was slightly putrid, now that he saw more closely they weren’t even breathing, their blinking was off too, too exact as if they were doing it out of habit not because their eyes were getting dry. This man had dealt with fairies before, he had heard legends of them taking people as if they were mere puppets. This garuda though had never seen it happen, fairies usually only wanted the payment and left right after, this time was different. It had to be that they wanted something more than money, they brought something much more valuable.

The woman besides Amaterasu looked young, though bodyguards are rarely that short even if their magic is powerful every Deva will run out of mana eventually and must use their bodies to fight. If this woman were a fairy then the case would be different, then for her species she could be considered tall. What gave it away the most was her spear, it did not have the slight blue hue of polished iron, it was pure silver, titan ore, fairy steel, it was more expensive than iron and was harder to sharpen once the blade became dull, it was called fairy steel for a reason, fairies used it since they were allergic to iron.

His smugglers were very tired, and were growing more tired by the minute, the effect of the iron structure they were in was slowly poisoning them. All of this flew in his head at such a speed only a fraction of a second would pass. So, his men did try to betray the fairies, and the fairies had come to directly deal with him.

“I’ll see what I can do” he replied, hiding his fear. Even though he was in a steel building in a steel city he did not feel safe, the fairies were threatening to use him as a literal puppet if he didn’t comply. “It may take a couple of weeks though. I’ll need the sweets to be able to trade”

Amaterasu nodded “We will leave you the things, and return within two weeks”

Of course, they would leave, the two pilots were trying very hard not to faint. He though noticed something, the bodyguard was not showing those effects, maybe she was a Deva who served fairies, a fairy slave. Maybe he could use that as leverage for later.

They left and returned in the promised time, by that time he had told his workers what had happened with the two pilots who came with them, they weren’t them anymore but mere flesh puppets. All of them began wearing iron armor to prepare for their return.

They had not specified how much metal they needed but he sold the sugar at as high of a price as he could then with three fourths of it, keeping his usual cut of one fourth, he bought as much metal as he found, it was so much even the price for them rose.

He even had to rent warehouses to keep it all in, enough metal to rebuild the city many times over. The fairies were pleased to see this, though they didn’t expect to see so much metal. Derg laughed because their plans to buy a ship did not make sense now, they would need to buy a fleet to get all of that.

Amaterasu was amused too, though she asked their business partner to move all the metal to a single location. Derg went to buy salt and chalk which he then mixed. Once all of this was done Brighid began to draw a circle around the metal using the powder Derg had made.

Brighid now began to chant in sylvan, purple wings of light grew on her back, then everything was gone, they had left. The man, now rich enough to retire for the rest of his days shivered in fear now seeing in how much danger he was, and how smart he was to just comply with their orders. If they had the power to move that amount of metal, they could have very well leveled the city with the snap of their fingers.

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.

Amaterasu the tiangou child with a burning glow

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.

I The birth of the Scarlet Devil

Everyone said she was insane but moving to Istanbul was the best choice she had done, after turning not only the Turks wanted her dead but now her own people too. She gave up her state in exchange for a hefty amount of money she and her sister could expend if they left the town. It fixed both her issues.

Every night she came down to the tea shop, it opened all night long, she often sat there trying to think what to do next. It had been months since they moved there, though she didn’t know what would happen later. Maybe she would sell tea, yes that would be good for her, though she didn’t know who to sell it to, the market was already full.

She saw a worried man in front of her, he was richly dressed, usually at these times she was alone in the shop save for a few travelers who had just arrived, this man was there earlier than Remilia, this was her life now, reading books in a tea shop while her sister looked for something to eat in the streets, later she would go and retrieve her sister before the sun came out.

She approached the man, her eyes peering not into him but into his mind, he was desperate, a shipment of opium, he lost half of it at the border to Romania, he managed to escape with the other half but now he had lost everything, he could try to escape if someone bought the shipment from him. Remilia sat at his table and ordered a cup of tea, she then ordered sweetmeats to be brought.

The man quickly realized there was someone else with him, a little girl, maybe she would try to talk to him, though he had nothing to say to this child. He just wanted to be left alone.

“What is troubling you sir? That look is not of a well man” Remilia served him tea

“I won’t pay for that” he said, perhaps the child was trying to get a free meal

“Of course, you won’t, it’s on my tab”

“Go away kid”

“This is how you treat Lady Remilia Scarlet? Well I guess I no longer have a land to rule… But people still call me Lady” she laughed

The man turned to see her again, she was dressed in fine clothes, gold embroidery covered her neck, she had a pearl necklace. It was not unusual to see children her age doing their own business though usually they were begging in the streets.

“Want an explanation? My parents died, I moved here to seek a new life” She laughed

The man smiled, maybe he could get off his situation, he could for sure sell his shipment at full price to this girl, she had no one to help her understand the overprice, or so he thought. Soon they began to negotiate, he was surprised to see that the girl was very good at the negotiation, she knew the exact price for opium, for how much it would sell, and how someone selling this amount in a tea shop this late at night must be desperate.

In the end Remilia walked away, he was adamant about the price, though once he saw her at the door he sprang to meet her and agreed to the price she was putting, less than half of his lowest price, yet the amount was enough for him to get as far away as possible.

They arrived at his place, where Remilia paid a little extra for the boxes to be sent to her own home.

The man thought about running away with the money and the cargo, though when this dark thought crossed his mind, he felt a chill down his spine, Remilia’s eyes usually blue had turned red. She was glaring at him; he could hear her in his mind “Do not even dare” she said.

He decided to go with his instinct and simply dropped the boxes at Remilia’s home. He proceeded to flee as soon as he had fulfilled his contract. That was the last time Ahmed Al’Bashir stepped on Istanbul, it was already hard enough to walk freely given his species.

Cynocephali had been around for quite a long time, hiding their form as humans, not to be confused with the werewolves. Ahmed had smelled something odd in Remilia, a smell of blood and dead meat, not rotten but the way meat smells when no longer part of a living animal. He suspected what she was the moment she glared at him, he decided to just take her money and flee as soon as she had her goods.

Ahmed would flee to Japan, where a tengu city that admitted cynocephali was built. He bought a house and begun to live as a farmer, a far less fruitful life though a safer one. His name in Japan was changed to Inubashiri, it was the closest the tengu could have gotten to his former name.

Remilia now had a full shipment of opium, five boxes filled with paper packages full of opium gum. She decided to break her routine and go the next night to the port, there they did not want to do business with a muslim dog, maybe they would do them with a Catholic girl.

She managed to find an Italian ship soon enough and her religion allowed her to negotiate with them, she could have used hypnosis, but she couldn’t keep them hypnotized for an entire trip, and they would turn on her. With the Italians she could deal with with a lesser illusion. She made it think she sold candy, and that the crates were full of pumpkin seed paste she wanted to sell in Italy.

The next night she was in the boat with the Italians, this time she had to make them think she was sick, this she didn’t need acting. The first days she could withstand the sun, after all it does not kill a vampire on instant, it weakens them leaving them with a nasty sunburn. She attributed this to her weak condition, faking to have anemia. Flandre though was an entirely different issue, she could go with the same lie but nobody would believe her.

So she just allowed Flandre to roam free on the ship. It was madness, a vampire in open water in a smuggling ship no less. Pirates may as well throw them down the sea and they were done for, though Remilia was certain they would make it, it was in their fate. She didn’t know how but they would make it, that is how she and Flandre survived for so long when everyone else in their family was dead, even the maid who turned her to a vampire was dead. Remilia sold the opium to the first person who came to buy it, it didn’t matter if they were giving her a bad price, she wasn’t going to go further to sell more. She would much rather return to Turkey and buy it off from someone who had not yet found a ship, though she wouldn’t wait for it in the tea shop, this was time to move, maybe next time she would let Flandre stay at home, maybe hire a maid to keep her company, maybe even feed her, though word was getting out that no employee of Remilia lasted more than a week.

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.