The Cursed Beauty (BEYNIKA) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 16: {The ShapeShifter And The Illusion of the In-Between}

Rihanna Roshni.

First of all, it's fuck Teyana Tantra until the last day on this Earth that I rule. Second of all, free my sister Beyoncé until it's backwards. Ever since her bitter ass had cursed her in our ancient time, I made sure to keep an eye on her throughout every single lifetime she had, even if it meant descending down to Earth, one of my realms I enjoy ruling over, but not staying in for too long. Yet, I sucked it up for her, and stayed protecting her through all the shit she had put her through, even if I couldn't undo her spells on her, nor on my sister, I protected both to the best of my abilities.

Apparently that wasn't good enough, because here we are... I am not blaming myself for all of this shit though, but I wish I could've been there when that bitch did all of this, I would've fucking killed her. I have always hated her guts, and I've been a dedicated hater ever since then. I even pitched in for killing her, it would've been slick, effortless, and tantalizingly slow. She would never have an easy death, and that was a known fact. But no, Mother and Onika always opted against it, "it will declare war over the whole galaxy." They protested, as if we weren't the initiators of the damn thing, and as if Onika can't end that shit with a single movement of her hand. They just never cared enough to take her down, because we always undid what she would do, granted. But this shit has gotten out of hand, and she needed to be put down, for good.

I remember centuries ago, when I fought Onika over this, and it had gotten so out of hands that I decided to come down to Earth instead of stay up there with them, and it was one of the reasons I am so updated about everything that takes place here, from the words and religions, to the different cultures, to style and fashion. The fight between us was such an intense one, a furious one that toppled over the heavens with such a ferocity that it took Shakti, our Mother chiming in for us to separate.

FLASHBACK

Hindu Heavens.

The heavens trembled beneath my feet, the cosmos itself shuddering as my wrath burned like the dying breath of a collapsing star. My voice, sharp as a blade forged in the fires of Rakshasa blood, sliced through the sacred air.