My mother's love song

She couldn't take her eyes off that light, that person, while she felt her body temperature rising and her heartbeat like a drum in her ears.

Most importantly, the goddess, whose heart had been enveloped by boiling rage since her birth, felt an unprecedented

Peace and tranquility.

What exactly is this mysterious feeling...

The doubts lingering in the Goddess of Slaughter's mind could not be dispelled for a long time.

"This is love! Love!"

When Kali told Parvati about her troubles, the Great Goddess folded her hands and announced to her with a smile.

"Durga... No, now Kali? Never mind, it's all the same! Kali, you must be in love!"

"I... am in love...?"

Kali was amazed.

Parvati, what on earth are you talking about...I am your [Shiva's wife]?

Seeing her extremely conflicted look, Parvati continued.

“Well, Durga… although you have always thought that you are my other half, Shiva and I have never thought so, okay?

In our eyes, you are more like our daughter, so I would be happy for you if you have a lover!

Of course, the premise is that the other party is a reliable man. If the man is like wakame, it would be too disgusting. I don't agree with it. "

Unlike Parvati who was excited by herself, Kali pursed her lips in silence.

"No, Parvati... This is not love, I think this must be some new form of anger..."

The goddess put her hands on her hips and asked seriously, "Then let me ask you, does your heart beat faster when you stare at Shiva's face?"

Kali shook her head honestly.

"When you think of that person, your heart beats faster, right?"

"Um……"

Kali nodded honestly.

"Wow……"

Parvati covered her burning cheeks and said, "Kali is so innocent. Huhuhuhu! I feel like I have become younger because of you!"

"Okay, tell me quickly, who is the object? Is it the God I know? Don't worry, I will help you achieve a romantic relationship!"

Parvati said excitedly like an old mother, "Leave the love matters to me!" and started chattering.

"Are you afraid of being rejected? Hehehe... Don't worry, Durga is so cute, she will definitely accept your kindness!"

"If that doesn't work, then use violence to make that blind man surrender... No, just use Kama's bow and arrows to conquer him and force him to fall in love with you! It's absolutely no problem!"

Goddess Kali left the palace, abandoning the excited Parvati.

No, this is not love.

There was a malfunction in my function as a weapon of destruction.

The reason for this must be that I have not practiced enough.

This cannot continue.

If you continue to be confused and hesitant, one day you will interfere with important divine work.

Must get stronger, stronger, stronger.

If I could become stronger, I wouldn't be easily disturbed by mere "lust".

"…………ah."

The moment she realized that she had fallen in love with the other person, Kali held her breath.

From then on, she became even more obsessed with fighting, as if torturing herself.

Fight endlessly and bathe yourself in the blood of the demon.

Then, as the goddess Kali gradually fell into madness, an irreversible situation finally happened.

During a battle with the demon god, Kali went completely berserk.

No one could stop them, as the goddess and the demon god's army ravaged their own army together.

No matter what she does, she is never satisfied. The goddess wants more and more blood, to kill more and more enemies.

Later, in order to gain more power, Kali even swallowed up the divinity of all the gods on his side.

“Par…Vati…?”

When she came to her senses, Kali found the blood-stained Parvati lying in her arms.

“…How could it be…”

The distraught goddess looked around and saw that there was no living creature on the battlefield except herself.

Thus, Indian mythology ended ten thousand years earlier.

After destroying everything and devouring everything, the goddess herself became the only god on the land of India.

Now she is no longer Durga, the goddess of annihilation, nor Kali, the goddess of killing.

She is the final god of India, the perfect god, and the omnipotent goddess [Maka Kali].

Originally, this story should have ended here.

From now on, Kali will live in eternal loneliness, gazing at her hands stained with the blood of her loved ones.

She should have been dominated by regret and despair forever until the decline of the planet's age of gods ten thousand years later.

If the man who destroyed her family had not appeared in front of her

Chapter 817: The cold and arrogant wife and the arrogant little devil...

Himalayas, Mount Kailash.

This mountain has been revered as a sacred place beyond the human world since ancient times, and people in ancient times called it the King of Sacred Mountains.

In local religions such as Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism, Mount Kailash is also considered to be the center of the universe.

The reason is that Mount Kailash is not the highest mountain in the area, but only its snow-capped peak can remain unchanged under the sunlight all year round. In addition, its mountain shape is very different from the surrounding mountains, which makes it full of religious piety and awe.

At the top of Mount Kailash, Goddess Kali crosses her legs, closes her eyes, and enters a state of meditation.

Not long ago, a change similar to what happened in the Indian Lostbelt occurred on Earth.

The rampaging goddess of killing slaughtered all the demons in the battle and devoured all the divinity.

The result of sacrificing the entire Indian God Age

Mahakali, the phantom goddess who existed only in a small number of Hindu sects, was born.

Beyond Shiva, Vishnu and Brahma.

Surpassed Indra, the king of gods.

She is the perfect being, the Supreme Brahman, who possesses all divinity and power.

However, despite having similar experiences to the god Arjuna in the Indian Lostbelt, she did not fulfill her duties as a god.

The mission entrusted to the goddess has come to an end with the destruction of the demon god.

Even the gods who gave the goddess her orders no longer exist.

wait.

Standby mode.

For Mahakali, who was once a weapon of destruction, it was very easy to cut off his own thoughts.

Don't think, don't consider, don't feel anything.

Even without the sensory machine that shuts everything down, in a sense she is simply existing while on standby.

In the Indian Lostbelt, the god Arjuna eventually almost completely lost his humanity due to consuming too many gods.

The god Arjuna, dominated by his inner black personality, became a mechanical god, emotionlessly executing the cycle of creation again and again.

But Mahakali was different.

She was deeply aware that she was an unfortunate existence who could only bring destruction and disaster.

Therefore, the goddess took the initiative to give up contact with the world.

While meditating, Mahakali heard people's calls, pleas and cries.

They kept praying to the snow-capped mountains, hoping that the last goddess on earth would be able to take responsibility to lead mankind and protect all living beings.

Faced with those voices, the goddess chose to ignore them to the end.

I hope you can understand.

Mahakali is a fierce and evil god who knows only killing and destruction.

I can never be a mother to you [humans] like the gentle and beautiful Parvati.

At this moment.

The sound of someone climbing up was heard from the top of the snow, and it sounded like there were two people doing so.

The young woman's voice said, "I say...are you sure this is the right way? Did we go the wrong way?"

The young man's voice replied, "That's for sure. This is my hometown, and I'm very familiar with the area around here."

"Hey, when did you become Indian?"

“This area is China.”

The woman said, "Uh, when did the Himalayas become China's?"

The man said, "Maybe more than ten thousand years later."

The extremely frivolous voices of a man and a woman echoed in the pure white holy land.

"Oh! I see! There really is one! By the way... Aren't you cold in the snow wearing that?"

"You don't seem to have the right to criticize others, do you? Are you not afraid of the cold because you have a tail to keep you warm?"

"Huh? Who on earth said he wanted to see me in a sari? That's why I dressed like this to accompany you!"

“It hurts, it hurts… Good sister, I’m wrong, please don’t pull my ears.”

A few seconds later, a young man and woman appeared in front of Mahakali in unison.

The man is a teenager who looks less than 15 years old.

He had a typical oriental appearance, with waist-length black hair that reminded people of the night, tied up in a high ponytail. He was wearing a slim-cut island costume with huge five-petal Tang flowers emerging on the fabric. A ritual sword about ten fists long hung around his waist.

The handsome young man in black clothes standing in the snow looks dignified and elegant, while the female companion who travels with him is as beautiful and dignified as him.

Her long cherry-colored hair looks like the arrival of spring, and her amber eyes are like the warm sun.

A beautiful face with rosy, plump lips.

The charming voluptuous body and the nine-tailed tail radiate noble divinity and mysterious charm.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Mahakali, the last goddess who rules over the ancient and noble land of India."

The pink-haired woman suppressed her frivolous aura and spoke with a serious expression.

"My name is Hua Yangtian. I am so lucky to have a glimpse of your dignity...

And by the way, this is my younger brother, Lord Susanoo."

The almighty goddess, sitting cross-legged in the snow, calmly observed Tamamonomae for a while, then silently shifted her gaze to the young man named Rhodes, who was called Susanoo.

"The demon fox, and... the Eastern God of Destruction [Shiva]."

When the gods were still alive, the goddess had heard of the name of the god Susanoo.

In contrast to the Indian god of destruction Shiva, who is known for doing whatever he wants, there is also a god of destruction in Takamagahara who is famous for his unruly and unruly nature.

The god of the wilderness. The god of war. The god of war. The god of destruction.

The guardian deity of Jetavana, Susanoo, who holds ten swords.