The News of Kamini’s Marriage

Arya was deep in strategic discussions with Asmodeus, Vaishnavi, and Sachin when a messenger arrived, breathless and covered in dust.

Messenger: "Lord Arya, urgent news from Mathura! Kamini… she is set to be married to a noble from the Northern Alliance in three days!"

The words hit Arya like a storm. His fists clenched, and his mind raced. Kamini—his first love, the one who had been taken from him—was being forced into a political marriage.

Vaishnavi: (concerned) "Arya… what will you do?"

Asmodeus: (leaning forward, smirking) "If you wish to claim her, I see no reason not to make a bold move. Mathura is strong, but with the Lust Kingdom's army at your command, we could turn the city into ashes before sunrise."

Arya closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He had fought battles against monsters, immortals, and abyssal entities, but this was different. This was personal.

Arya: (calmly) "I will not let this marriage happen. Kamini belongs to no one but herself. If she is being forced… then I will break those chains."

Arya's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. His heart pounded. Kamini—his first love—being forced into a marriage she didn't choose?

Vaishnavi: (worried) "Arya… what are you thinking?"

Asmodeus: (grinning, leaning forward) "Mathura is a stronghold of the righteous sects, but if you wish, we can burn it to the ground."

Arya exhaled, calming himself. He would not let innocent blood spill—but he would not let Kamini be taken from him either.

Arya: (calmly) "I need to hear her decision from her lips. If she is being forced… then Mathura will fall."

Preparing for War

Asmodeus stood from her throne, her golden eyes gleaming with excitement.

Asmodeus: "Then it's decided. We march to Mathura."

The great war horns of the Lust Kingdom echoed across the land as thousands of succubi, incubi, and demonic warriors readied themselves. War chariots drawn by nightmare beasts lined the city gates, and elite assassins cloaked in shadow awaited their commands.

Sachin: (nervously) "Are we going to attack a holy city like Mathura? Won't this put us against powerful sects?"

Arya: (serious) "I will not let innocent blood spill. We are not marching to conquer—we will reclaim what was lost. If Mathura's rulers resist… then we will show them why they should not have stood in my way."

Vaishnavi glanced at Arya, sensing a storm building inside him.

Vaishnavi: (softly) "And if Kamini… wants this?"

Arya met her gaze, his voice unwavering.

Arya: "Then I will leave without a fight. But I need to hear it from her lips."

The Lust Kingdom's War Room

Asmodeus unfurled a massive map of Mathura on the grand table, her golden eyes gleaming. The generals of the Lust Army, clad in obsidian armor, stood in attention.

Asmodeus: (serious) "Mathura is well-defended. Their city walls are thick, and their military is composed of the Holy Guard—paladins trained in divine arts. We need a strategy."

Arya: (firmly) "We will strike at night. We use precision—not brute force."

The commanders of the Lust Army stepped forward.

General Sariah, leader of the Warlust Cavalry, a demonic force known for their speed and devastating charges. Commander Variel is the master of the Shadow Blades, an elite group of assassins and spies. High Priestess Lilith, a succubus who wielded powerful illusions, could cloud the minds of even the most disciplined warriors.

Arya: (turning to Variel) "I need intelligence. Send the Shadow Blades into Mathura immediately. I want to know Kamini's exact location, her situation, and every possible exit."

Variel bowed. "Consider it done." His form shimmered as he vanished into the shadows.

Arya: (turning to Sariah) "Your cavalry will surround the city gates. If a fight begins, I want no reinforcements coming in or out."

Sariah nodded, her demonic horse rearing up. "We'll make sure Mathura is cut off from the world."

Arya: (to Lilith) "You will cast illusions over the walls. Make them think they are safe. We strike when they least expect it."

Lilith chuckled. "Oh, this will be fun."

Under the cover of night, the Lust Kingdom's forces began their march toward Mathura.

The Shadow Blades, a squad of elite assassins, infiltrated the city first to gather intelligence. The Warlust Cavalry, known for their unmatched speed, rode ahead to secure key positions outside Mathura's gates. The Empress's Guard, personally led by Asmodeus, prepared for direct combat if negotiations failed.

Arya, clad in his battle armor, led from the front. His Divine Bow of Ashwatthama rested on his back, and the power of three Eternal Fragments burned within him.

The war drums of the Lust Kingdom thundered across the realm.

10,000 demonic soldiers armed with obsidian-forged weapons readied themselves.

The Shadow Blades infiltrated Mathura, using dark magic to remain unseen. 

The Warlust Cavalry positioned themselves in the shadows of the hills surrounding Mathura, waiting for Arya's signal.

The black banners of the Lust Kingdom flew high as Asmodeus, dressed in her war armor, stood beside Arya.

Asmodeus: (grinning) "You know… for a 'righteous' man, you make a fine warlord."

Arya ignored her and raised his sword.

Arya: (commanding voice) "Tonight, we march for Mathura. We do not seek conquest, but we do not tolerate oppression. If they try to stop us… they will regret it."

A mighty roar erupted from the army.

The march to Mathura had begun.

As the army made camp near Mathura, Arya stood alone, sharpening his blade.

Vaishnavi approached him, her expression unreadable.

Vaishnavi: "Are you sure about this?"

Arya: (softly) "If she loves him, I will leave. But if she doesn't… I will not let them take her away."

Vaishnavi studied him for a long moment before sighing.

Vaishnavi: (gently) "Then I'll fight beside you."

Sachin, sitting by the fire, groaned.

Sachin: "You are collecting too many women, Arya."

Asmodeus smirked from her seat on a war chariot.

Asmodeus: "Oh, I don't mind sharing."

Arya ignored their teasing. Tomorrow, everything will change.

Variel, the leader of the Shadow Blades, returned from Mathura just before dawn.

Variel: (kneeling) "Kamini is being kept in the royal palace, heavily guarded. The wedding is set for sunset."

Arya exhaled.

Arya: (to his army) "We strike at twilight."

As they approached the grand city, Arya saw the preparations for the wedding—golden banners, sacred fire altars, and the towering palace of Kamini's would-be husband.

The streets were lined with warriors of Mathura, their faces grim. The King of Mathura himself stood on the palace steps, flanked by his generals.

King of Mathura: (booming voice) "Arya! Do you dare bring an army to my city? Do you seek war?!"

Arya stepped forward, his voice calm but filled with authority.

Arya: "I seek only one thing. Bring Kamini here. I will hear her decision with my ears."

A hush fell over the crowd. Then, the doors of the palace opened… and Kamini stepped out.

Kamini was adorned in the finest bridal garments, but her eyes told a story of sorrow. When she saw Arya standing there, a flicker of something—hope, longing, pain—crossed her face.

Arya: (softly) "Kamini… tell me. Do you want this?"

She hesitated, looking at the king, at her family, and then back at Arya.

Kamini: (whispering) "Arya… why did you come?"

Arya: "Because I had to know. If this is your choice, I will leave."

Tears welled in her eyes. Then, she took a deep breath and turned to her father, the king.

Kamini: (defiantly) "I do not wish for this marriage."

The crowd gasped. The king's face twisted in fury.

King of Mathura: "You dare defy me?! The alliance—"

Before he could finish, Asmodeus stepped forward, her aura suffocating with raw power.

Asmodeus: (coldly) "Your alliance means nothing. Kamini has chosen. If you try to stop us… we will burn this city to the ground."

The king looked between Asmodeus and Arya, realizing the sheer might standing against him.

With a deep sigh, he turned away.

King of Mathura: "Take her and go. But know this, Arya—Mathura will not forget this insult."

Then Arya takes Kamini's leave now battle is going to start.