Moon goddess of Trikuta

Trikuta, a kingdom situated in the extreme east of the land. A prosperous land surrounded by three gigantic green hills, once ruled by the great king Niran along with his queen Yalisi.

Niran was a king known for his wisdom, kindness and his battle skills. His queen was a master of exceptional music sense.

Good deeds and their devotion for moon god had blessed them with a daughter. A flawless beauty with the ability to read minds, Mekhala was also called 'Moon Goddess' by the people of Trikuta.

Soon after the emergence of Demon Lordship, this land was conquered by Mara, a warrior of the demon. King and queen were killed and Mekhala was caged with evil powers.

Five years from the day of her imprisonment. She turned twenty-five.

An old tradition of this kingdom was to arrange a contest for the kings of other kingdoms to showcase their suitability to be the groom of the princess.

Competition was a treat to the eyes of the subjects. King would benefit from the abundant flow of treasures such as ginnis, valuable gems, precious jewels, cloths designed with the finest threads of silk, ornaments of ivory and gold by contesting kings.

Warriors, elephants, horses well versed in combat skills along with chariots and weapons of the best quality were gifted by some Kings.

Mara in his royal court ordering his minister's, "Princess has turned twenty-five. So declare a competition to find a compatible groom from the strongest kingdom"

Minister's agreed without a single question, because their opinion would not change a thing.

Dismissing the assembly, he made a visit to the prison after five years.

Footsteps were quickly recognised by the lady tied with iron cuffs of thorns.

A pair of shrivelled eyes lit with agony and heart brooded with anguish but a grin of triumph decorated her lips. Noticing the man standing, breathing heavily she spoke,

"The day has come"

"What day?"

She ignored the question with a smile, he responded,

"You have seen my strength now I am willing to show mercy on you"

"Mercy! Word from a demon…feels terrible"

"I am not here for the arguments. I have arranged a competition willing to find a suitable groom for your benefit. Choose the one you like and you will be freed of my clutch"

No soul other than her dead parents new her inherent ability to read thoughts with ease, just as that of inked literature.

His immoral thoughts assured her choice. Breaking the silence, she expressed herself,

"I will be your ace in the game of cards, but on certain condition"

Mara desperately, "What are your conditions?"

"Release me out of this prison, give me back the lost honour of the princess and lastly, send an invitation to the Crystal palace for contest"

Mara confused, "I agree but invitation to the Crystal palace?! Who are you challenging? Demon warriors?"

Her laugh was wicked, "No…I am challenging Kalhar….The Demon lord"

Everyone who heard from Mara to his guards laughed mockingly,

"I know the people of Trikuta call you 'Moon Goddess' but a Demon queen!"

Haa…Haa….!

"You are over confident, aren't you?"

Thinking for a while and checking her out with his sin full gaze, he again opened his awful mouth,

"Indeed you are pleasing. If you are such desperate to marry a demon, I shall make you my queen"

Mara forgot that he, himself broke the iron cuffs of Mekhala minutes ago accepting her condition. His words worked as the fuel for her burning anger.

She pulled sword out of a guard's hand and pointed its sharp edge at Mara's neck, in eager to slash.

In spite her chance to escape she knew, killing him will never ensure her safety rather it will put her and Trikuta's future at stake in the hand of demons.

Calming herself down she spoke, "It is not in your control to choose me as a Demon queen. You are just a slave. So, don't try to meddle in the business, that is out of your reach"

With the head held high, Mekhala the princess of Trikuta left with grace.

Guards pitying Mara and this news spread across the kingdom in a short time.

The anguish of five years buried deep in the heart of Mekhala was taking an invincible form of destruction.

Soon the invitation of tournament reached every corner of the land.

A guard came with message in the court of demons.

"Dear Demon Lord we have a message from Trikuta"

Demon Lord was well aware of Mara and his cunning tricks. Without much attention, he ordered,

"Mara! He cannot handle a kingdom of few thousand people. Read it aloud, what trouble he is in?"

"Lord, this message is not from Mara"

"Then who?"

"Princess Mekhala!"

Demon Lord was unaware of the charming Princess of Trikuta. His official explained and her description made him curious.

"Bring me the message"

Uncoiling the scroll revealed a portrait, enchanted by her beauty Demon lord further continued reading,

"Demon Lord Kalhar,

The ruler of the lands from east to west and north to south,

The ultimate power,

The creator of Crystal Palace,

The God of the indomitable army of the dead,

If you are worthy of these titles, accept my challenge and win me over"

A malicious grin crept his face. After many years he is showing his interest in a woman.

But she was a weapon created by his own deeds, possessing the power to bury demon empire in the depths of hell.