Highest ranking - #1
"Should I call thee my friend?
Or shall thee be my sworn enemy?
Friends in all our spite.
Enemies in all our amicability.
Defined, yet incomprehensible."
Calamity, with life-death possibilities, approaches the immortal realms when Purandara, the King of the far-famed Devas, foreswears his hard-earned crown--on the verge of war, furthermore--for reasons his trusty brothers know not of. Inexorable in their resolve to know the truth and get their brother back, the Devas aren't keen to believe the self-provided hypotheses. The half-brothers--the Devas and the Asuras--distracted by form and function, linked by begetter and blood, separated by personality and purpose, embark on another journey of lopped limbs, beheaded bodies, ripped entrails and coagulated red-brown life-fluid. Enmity has run deep, enhanced much from family feuds, spilled much blood, and involved much of extraneous existences . . . When there are other, obscure, arcane powers acting in the wings of this Ranga-Mancha . . . can a fire of hope ignite in the ashes of hubris?
Note: This story is purely my perception of the context of the Vedas, Upanishads, Puranas and Epics. I have taken great creative liberty to twist and spin the tale using little shadow-like references from the vague scriptures. The story itself is not meant to run parallel to the known myths, and might be difficult to digest for people who have already formed their opinions on the "characters" a.k.a the Devas and Asuras and so on and so forth.
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