This story went back nearly five to seven centuries…
A time when Badallok was ruled not by Queen Neerja Devi—but by her father.
Back then, Neerja was just a young girl… barely ten or twelve years old.
And the world…
Was at war.
To protect Earth from the rising terror of demons, the demigods had stepped forward into the open world.
What followed—
Was not a battle.
It was a war that burned for twenty long years.
Endless.
Brutal.
Unforgiving.
But the demigods weren't alone.
One by one, different civilizations, different species from across realms emerged—each bringing their own armies, their own strength—to stand beside the demigods against the demon clans.
And during that time—
Neerja Devi's father created something unprecedented.
The Council of Protection.
A united assembly of powerful races from across existence.
All with one purpose—
To fight.
To survive.
To stop the demons.
But there was a truth none of them could ignore—
The demons weren't ordinary beings.
They were created by God Himself.
Forged with destructive power.
A force meant to keep even the gods in check.
And because of that—
In many ways…
They were even stronger than the gods.
And the demigods?
They were only fragments.
Created from portions of divine power.
Half the strength.
Half the might.
Which meant—
Defeating the demon race was never something they could achieve alone.
And yet…
Somehow—
Together, with the strongest races fighting alongside them—
They did it.
They forced the demons back into the depths of the underworld.
Sealed them away.
Closed the gates.
Locked them in darkness.
Victory.
Or so they thought.
Because just when the celebrations began—
A sage arrived.
Uninvited.
Unannounced.
And with him—
Came a prophecy.
"Do not celebrate this victory so lightly…"
His voice echoed through the court.
"This is not victory… only imprisonment."
A chilling pause.
"You have not destroyed them—you have caged them."
His eyes darkened.
"And what is caged… returns stronger."
The air grew cold.
"The cycle of time will turn again."
"The winds will change."
"The clouds of joy will scatter…"
"And in their place—"
"Will rise endless black clouds… filled with darkness so deep…"
"…that even united—you will not be able to stop it."
Fear gripped every heart.
The greatest leaders… the strongest beings…
All shaken.
And so, Neerja's father asked—
"What must we do to stop it?"
The sage closed his eyes.
And spoke again.
"When the Blood Preservation Ritual is performed…"
"…know that it is the sign of darkness rising."
A pause.
"But even in that darkness…"
"Will be born a child… radiant like the sun."
His voice grew powerful.
"Brighter than the gods themselves."
"Golden… glowing… destined."
"That child must be trained."
His eyes opened—
And rested upon young Neerja.
"A girl named Neerja… will one day lead Badallok."
"And under her…"
"That child… will become the leader of a great war."
The prophecy continued—
"A new era will begin."
"The protectors of light will unite…"
"And they will defeat the darkness."
A final warning—
"Find him."
"Protect him."
"Recognize him…"
"For he will be unlike anyone you have ever seen."
And now—
Centuries later—
That same prophecy echoed in every mind present in the सभा.
Because everything…
Was starting to match.
"Your Majesty…"
A voice broke through the silence.
"If this truly is the Blood Preservation Ritual…"
The man stood, his voice tense.
"Then does that mean… the prophecy has begun?"
All eyes turned to Neerja Devi.
She didn't hesitate.
She slowly nodded.
"Yes… it appears so, Pakshiraj."
Another voice rose immediately—
"But if the prophecy has begun…"
"…then that child must have already been born, right?"
"Yes," Neerja Devi replied calmly.
"He has."
A ripple spread again.
"But…"
Her voice grew heavier.
"We know nothing else."
"Who he is…"
"Where he is…"
"In what condition…"
"What he's doing…"
Silence.
Then another leader stood.
"But that's not the only question," he said sharply.
"What matters is—what kind of child is he?"
"Is he good… or evil?"
"And if he is good…"
"Will he help us?"
"And even if he does…"
"Is he ready?"
A pause.
"And more importantly…"
"Are we ready?"
Questions rose again.
Doubts.
Fear.
Uncertainty.
And then—
A thunderous roar cut through everything.
The Dragon King stood.
His voice shook the hall.
"Enough!"
Silence fell instantly.
"If the demon clan knows about the Blood Preservation Ritual…"
His eyes burned.
"Then it means they have already found the child."
A chilling realization.
"They are ahead of us."
"They're closer to him than we are!"
But then—
Neerja Devi spoke.
Calm.
Controlled.
Certain.
"No… Dragon King."
The hall turned toward her.
"They know the prophecy has begun."
"They suspect the child exists."
"But they do not know who he is."
"Or where he is."
A pause.
"And as for the child…"
Her voice softened slightly.
"We know."
Another pause.
"And we are watching him."
That was it.
The entire hall froze.
Eyes widened.
Breaths stopped.
They knew?
They had been watching him?
For how long?
Questions exploded again—
"Do you know who he is?!"
"Is he here with you?!"
"What is his name?!"
"How old is he?!"
"What does he look like?!"
"What powers does he have?!"
"Which lineage does he belong to?!"
The noise rose again—
Uncontrollable.
Relentless.
"ENOUGH!"
Neerja Devi's voice thundered across the hall.
And once again—
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Her eyes burned with authority.
"Behave like leaders."
Her voice cut deep.
"This kind of chaos does not suit you."
"You will get your answers."
"But only when you act with discipline."
A pause.
"You are the examples for the next generations."
"At least honor that responsibility."
Shame fell across the hall.
Heads lowered.
Silence returned.
At that moment—
A woman stood.
The leader of the Lizard Clan—a race known by many names: the Lizard Tribe, the Mimic Beings, the underground dwellers.
Her voice was calm.
Respectful.
"We apologize, Your Majesty."
She bowed slightly.
"But the truth you've revealed… is not easy to accept."
A pause.
"Still… knowing that the child has been born gives us hope."
Her eyes lifted.
"It would be better if you tell us about him."
"So that we… can also help protect him."
Neerja Devi nodded.
"You're right."
She took a slow breath.
"Yes… it is true."
"The child has been born."
"And we know who he is."
The entire hall leaned forward.
Every heartbeat…
Waiting.
"And that child is—"
But before she could finish—
A voice echoed through the assembly.
Sharp.
Interrupting.
"Wait… Your Majesty!"