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When the gods erased his homeland from existence, Astha emerged as the sole survivor—scarred, flame-bound, and remembered only by the ash beneath his feet. Branded by divinity’s cruelty and haunted by a forgotten past, he now walks the ruins of a sacred world with a single purpose: to burn down the heavens that dared to rewrite fate.

Bound to him is Smritidhaara, a cursed chain-sickle forged from the memories of the erased—an extension of Astha’s rage and sorrow. But when he crosses paths with Luv, a thunderborn exile from the celestial realm, their fates intertwine in a war neither of them yet understand.

As buried truths awaken and mythic beasts rise from divine prisons, Astha and Luv must confront ancient gods, dead empires, and a reality that refuses to stay sealed. With every step, the fire grows. The thunder sharpens.

And the gods begin to remember what they tried so hard to forget.

This is not a story of heroes.
It is the beginning of a reckoning.

Ashes of Deva : Rise of the White Flame

The air shifted—heavy, metallic, laced with the scent of storms and old blood.

They came not with thunder, but silence.

A presence that arrived not from a direction—but from a decision.

The chain hissed on his arm, the flame flickering anxiously. Even Ashvaanta, dormant within his soul, vibrated with caution.

Luv turned, lightning dancing over his shoulders.

Because Sharvaka didn't need an introduction.

Clad in robes of muted bronze, his face veiled in ash-colored cloth. Around his arms floated thin metal rings—each inscribed with mantra-laced death sentences, glowing faint blue. His presence felt like the stillness before a god passes judgment.

"Astha of the Erased Flame," the man spoke softly, voice clear as truth. "Luv of Stormblood. Vaidehi of the Fallen Lotus. Your names are written in the Scroll of Severance."

"You are sentenced to divine deletion."

He gently pulled the cloth from his face—revealing nothing horrifying, but worse:

A young, perfectly ordinary face, calm and human. With eyes that had never once hesitated.

"I am Sharvaka," he said. "Executioner of the Divine Accord."

"I do not kill. I simply complete the decree."

In a blink, a mantra-ring spun from Sharvaka's arm—striking Luv in the chest.

Luv was thrown a hundred meters back, thunder shattering into sparks mid-air.

He crashed through three trees, lightning flickering erratically.

Astha rushed forward. Smritidhaara lashed out, roaring with flame—

Astha's entire memory chain froze midair.

"Divine Judgement: Bind of Origin," Sharvaka murmured. "Your weapon is born of defiance. I've seen its kind."

He sliced with his bare hand—and the memory-link between Astha and Smritidhaara shuddered.

The pain hit like a scream. Astha fell to one knee, blood trailing from his eyes.

"He's not attacking my body," Astha thought. "He's severing my will."

Luv reappeared in a crack of sound, his Indra-borne silver armor forming mid-air like liquid lightning.

A javelin of raw electricity formed in his palm, glowing silver and gold. He hurled it—

And Sharvaka caught it with two fingers.

"You think storms frighten me?" he asked.

"No," Luv growled. "But we're not done growing yet."

His coat rippled with mantra-light, the flames of his soul rising behind him like wings of memory.

"You're not fighting gods," Astha said, stepping forward again. "You're fighting their consequences."

A shockwave erupted—not of force, but of recorded truth. Every injustice Astha had endured, every name the gods had buried, burst from the blade in light and sound.

Sharvaka staggered. Not wounded. But—forced to pause.

Smritidhaara snapped back to life.

Flames twisted around his fingers.

"Your decree's denied," Astha said.

"Then you'll face the true punishment."

From it, stepped the next horror—a multi-limbed creature wrapped in divine paper, covered in names… each one crossed out.

Chapter 12 – The Divine Executioner