SHIVA THE WARRIOR OF DEATH
He had darkened, His face resembled the darkest cloud in the sky, and His eyes became bloodshot, His hair started rising in arousal of extreme excitement, like the mixed thrill of a warrior, when He is about to embark into an immediate and deadly battle.
He started stomping His feet on the ground, causing the earth below Him to quake and the mountains in the horizons actually seemed to shake.“Daksha, you will not be spared! Sati, I am coming! Sateee!!”
The ganas repeated the call, “Daksha, you will not be spared! Ma, we are coming!!”
He started stomping His feet on the ground, causing the earth below Him to quake and the mountains in the horizons actually seemed to shake.“Daksha, you will not be spared! Sati, I am coming! Sateee!!”
The ganas repeated the call, “Daksha, you will not be spared! Ma, we are coming!!”
Shiva started a war dance, tugging violently at His own hair and whirling in the air, with His torso doing the most unusual twists, like a man in severe pain. His right hand pulled out His Trishula from the ground where it had been restfully parked for months, as if to jerk it out of its dormancy. “BABHAM!!” He yelled a war cry and lunged forwards.
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