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The hundreds of rakshasas placed Dali on a table in a chamber below the palace, a place where no one could enter without Sekiada’s permission. The chamber held a buried secret about Sekiada’s human wife, the human wife whom Sekiada forcefully married in order to have a wicked son. But his plan for an heir failed him when he tried to accomplish the deed. She cut off his penis, and, since that day, Sekiada had kept her locked in that chamber. He forcefully fed her enough to keep her alive so that he could beat her every day as her punishment, as well as letting other evil spirits play with her. Weak and having no more strength, she had been living in that chamber for the last twenty-five years, raped thousands of times by rakshasas and pishachas.
The chamber glimmered with cressets that hung on the walls. In the corner, about twenty feet away from where Dali lay, Sekiada’s human wife was tied with long, thick chains. Dansh couldn’t stop himself from seeking the truth, and he asked, “Who is that lady chained in the corner?”
“She’s my wife. My wish was to have a child with her, a child mixed with evil and human blood, a boy that can be vigorous and much scarier than any original rakshasa, asura, and any other demon. But the whore cut off my penis, and so now she is my prisoner.”
Dansh slowly shifted his look away, realizing that she was not important. He was impressed with Sekiada for what he did to her, and he told him as such.
Sekiada settled himself at Dali’s head, with Dansh at her feet and twenty pishachas around them, ten on each side of her body. Two guards closed the chamber’s door.
“I’m glad to find you,” Dansh said. “I’m sure we will soon have earth, crushing humans with our terror.”
The lady in the corner listened in and watched as Sekiada began the process of resurrection, chanting the spells. She tried her best to get a clear look, but having no strength, and with her long, dirty hair over her face, and blurry vision, she couldn’t see them clearly. Yet she had a glimpse of the impending doom, the doom that could bring the apocalypse and take thousands—or perhaps millions—of lives. But she was now no more than a toy—the toy evils liked to play with.
In the first twenty hours of Dali’s resurrection, all the pishachas present in the chamber sacrificed their lives, allowing Sekiada to cut their heads from their bodies. He let their blood fall around Dali’s body, then, after exactly twenty-four hours, he gathered some blood and instilled it through her mouth.
As the hours passed, Dansh and Sekiada observed some movements in Dali’s legs and arms. It was as if she was in a coma.
At this point, Sekiada walked over to his wife and cut off her index finger. Dansh was shocked to see the woman didn’t react to the incision; she just stayed silent, numb. It was as if pain had become her friend. She was master at tolerating all her torments.
Sekiada returned to Dali, carrying the finger, not letting the blood drop on the floor and squeezed the finger into her mouth. As the human blood rushed into Dali’s veins, she opened her eyes. She jumped up on the table, looked up at the ceiling, and screamed in rage. The sheer power of her made it feel as if she wanted to begin killing humans immediately—not later, not even after a moment, but now, right now, right that second.
For a while, Dansh and Sekiada remained in their places, gaping at Dali and just listening to her scream.
When she finally looked down at Dansh, he managed to speak, suppressing his shock at her reaction. “I’m sorry, my lady, for everything that happened. But please give me one more chance. I promise we will take our revenge, not only on those bastards but all humans. We will end humanity. The great thing is we now also have the king of the Underworld, Sekiada, who will provide us his evil force to spread our terror and form the regime of the fallen angels.”
Dansh pointed at Sekiada, who stood behind Dali.
Dali turned around and looked at Sekiada. Before she could get angry at him for not greeting her, Sekiada cut in and said, “It’ll be my pleasure to serve you. My evil force will be on standby, ready for your every wish.” He bowed to her.
“We’ll attack tomorrow morning,” she said.
Dansh and Sekiada stared at each other in apprehension. Then Dansh said, “I’m sorry, my lady. That can’t happen. First, you will need to get all your powers by drinking human blood. I’d also like you to make me immortal so that I can serve you better, protecting you from our enemies.”
“If you return to earth, someone may burn you,” added Sekiada. “And if you die this time, we’ll have to wait fifty more years to bring you back, maybe more. It’ll be better for you to stay here in the chamber until you become powerful once more. My demons will bring humans for you.”
Dali considered Dansh’s concerns and Sekiada’s suggestion, and she eventually agreed.
She stayed there for a few more days, with rakshasas bringing entire families from the cities of Rajasthan—a decision made by Dansh, for he knew that if they took them one by one, the family members would report the missing person to the police.
After only five days, when Dali had regained enough of her powers, she made Dansh immortal, separating his soul from his body and securing it in a skull he had selected from beside the table. Now, he could die only if someone broke the skull in which his soul was secured.
“Thank you for turning me into an immortal, my lady,” he said. “I’ll keep this skull secured in my hut. I’m sure no one will dare to enter as the villagers are already terrified of me, and after my real terror of returning to the village, I bet no one will even look there.”
Dali wanted to help Sekiada too, but he refused, saying, “Lord Brahma himself has given me a boon of immortality. I can’t die, because no one can kill me. It’s true women have the power to end me, but that will never happen. They are weak. They just don’t have the courage to battle. And I’m sure this is not the time when Vishnu or Parvati will arrive on earth in a new avatar. They just can’t.”
As an immortal evil, it seemed as if Sekiada knew the circle of life, but Dali was worried, for he wasn’t completely immortal. And so, she said, “it’s my order, and you will have to follow it.”
Sekiada stayed silent for a moment, suppressing his anger at the insult. “As you wish, my lady. Secure my soul in my wife.”
With that, Dali separated his soul from his body and secured it in Sekiada’s wife, who remained chained in the corner. Sekiada noticed his soul entering the woman’s body, watching as she slightly twitched, though her face remained impassive, as always.
