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Treta Yuga (About 900 BCE)
Asuras and rakshasas wanted to conquer the heavens. They wanted to remove Lord Indra so that Sekiada could have that heavenly throne. Sekiada, of course, was not the first rakshasa who wanted to have all the facilities Lord Indra had as a king of Heaven. Many wars had been waged by many powerful rakshasas and asuras. Devas (Gods) had always won the battle.
But this time was different. Sekiada had just been made immortal with Lord Brahma’s boon, and so he dared to challenge Lord Indra. He accepted the difficult task of defeating the devas. He reached Heaven with his force of five thousand rakshasas. When he arrived, Lord Indra was unaware as he was enjoying watching a nritya performed by apsaras in his court, drinking wine while sitting on his throne.
Sekiada killed the guards at the door before they could alert anyone to his presence, he then ambushed the devas. Sekiada entered Heaven with his evil force and challenged Lord Indra to fight him.
Enraged, Lord Indra stood up from his throne, and his weapon called Vajra appeared in his hands. Behind him, other devas stood waiting with their own weapons.
As Sekiada moved forward, shouting to attack, the war between devas and rakshasas began in earnest.
The war continued, and continued, and continued ... for thirty days, forty days, sixty days. On the ninetieth day, Lord Vishnu finally entered the battle, appearing out of nowhere in his huge divine form.
“What do you want?” Sekiada shouted as he kicked a deva in his chest, letting him fly away and fall somewhere in the distance. “Why are you here, Vishnu?”
Pure hate and rage for Lord Vishnu licked from his mouth.
“I’m here to warn you, Sekiada!”
“What do you want to warn me about?” he replied in a loud voice. “I’m immortal. No one can kill me.”
“Don’t forget, Sekiada! No one is truly immortal,” said Lord Vishnu.
“You’re forgetting, Vishnu, or perhaps you don’t know,” raged Sekiada, “that Lord Brahma himself has given me a boon of immortality.”
“You’re living a life of illusion, Sekiada,” said Lord Vishnu. “The life you’re living is given by me. I’m the creator of the universe. If I wish, I can end your life right here, right now, with my Sudarshan Chakra—”
Hearing the name of Lord Vishnu’s powerful weapon—one which no one can ever destroy or prevent from attacking its target—Sekiada slightly jerked and stepped back, gulping down his fright.
“But I won’t do so, only to respect Lord Brahma’s boon,” said Lord Vishnu, his voice full of warning.
“Uh, you are l-lying,” stuttered Sekiada in fear, realizing Lord Vishnu was right. He knew how immensely powerful the Sudarshan Chakra was.
“You very well know, Sekiada, I don’t lie. I’m allowing you a chance to stop this bloodshed by giving you two options.”
“I don’t want any options. I have forced Lord Indra and all the other devas to leave the battlefield.” Sekiada slowly raised his voice as he managed to suppress his fright. “I’ve won. And now, this throne is mine,” he said, his volume had now reached a booming level, and he pointed at Lord Indra’s throne about twenty feet away.
“Lord Indra, and every other deva is still here in the battlefield. Look around! You haven’t won,” said Lord Vishnu.
“Then let the war continue,” said Sekiada. “And you watch your devas dying and us winning.”
“This is my last warning to you,” said Lord Vishnu, his voice so loud that it echoed all around Heaven. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll have to break Lord Brahma’s boon on you, freeing my Sudarshan Chakra.”
Sekiada remained silent, staring at him, not daring to speak.
The rakshasas nearby looked in their direction, stopping their attack as they waited to see what would happen.
“The first option is to take your force away from here and move you to somewhere in Hell, where you can be the king of the rakshasas. Rule the Underworld,” said Lord Vishnu. “And the second choice, you already know ...” He looked at the Sudarshan Chakra in his right hand. Sekiada also looked at it, following his sightline. “I’ll need to release it!”
Sekiada had already comprehended that there were not two options.
“I’ll leave. I will leave and become the King of Hell,” he said, his glower locked with Lord Vishnu’s. “But I promise I’ll take my vengeance at the insult.”
“Return only if you wish to die.”
“I’ll return,” said Sekiada. “I will. Not now in this era, not in Treta Yuga, but in Kali Yuga, the worst yuga of all, when you will not be on earth. It will be when Kali the demon, the reigning lord of Kali Yuga, will come to earth and start his era, where the humans will be filled with all the evil feelings—jealousy, greed, selfishness, anger, hate—the era when the humans will see no bloodline, and they will hate their own parents and even kill them.”
Sekiada sighed, glowering at Lord Vishnu. Then marched away to continue his journey to Hell.
His force followed him, and they disappeared in the distance.
Lord Indra stood a few feet in front of Lord Vishnu, and was looking up at him, folding his hands in a prayer. “Thank you, lord! You saved us once more.”
Lord Indra waited for Lord Vishnu’s response, but he stayed quiet.
Lord Indra felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I know it was my fault. We all knew he received what he wanted from Lord Brahma, and as a king, it was my duty to keep an eye on him, but I was enjoying myself in my palace.”
“I’m at least glad you realized your error,” said Lord Vishnu. “I think I can now expect you to not repeat this mistake again.”
“I promise to never repeat the error,” said Lord Indra, keeping his hands folded in prayer. He looked down and then up, bowing to him.
Lord Vishnu blinked his eyes.
Lord Indra smiled as he comprehended the meaning: Lord Vishnu had forgiven him for his mistake.
The next moment, the smile vanished from his face. He looked to those on either side of him—Lord Surya (God of sun) on the right and then Lord Vayu (God of air) on the left. All seemed to be exchanging a look of worry as if something was going on in their mind.
“What is bothering you?” asked Lord Vishnu, smiling, even though he knew why the devas were troubled.
“It’s about Sekiada, Shri Hari,” said Lord Indra. “Sekiada said he’ll return in Kali Yuga. We’re curious to know who will save the world. Lord Kali will never let us be on earth even if we did wish it. Who will fight him? Who will fight these asuras and rakshasas?”
Lord Vishnu smiled broadly, looking at Lord Indra.
“Why’re you smiling, Shri Hari?” he asked. “We’re all worried about the future for the humans in Kali Yuga.”
“I’m smiling because we don’t have to worry about anything,” said Lord Vishnu. “Time will do its work. Sekiada perhaps knew that only we, the Trideva—Lord Shiva, Lord Brahma, and I, Lord Vishnu—can kill him, breaking Lord Brahma’s boon. That is one reason he survived today.”
“One reason!” exclaimed Lord Indra, and the other devas around him looked at Lord Vishnu with the same look. “What is another reason?” he asked.
“In Kali Yuga, there will come a time when people will start maltreating women. The number of rapes will increase and some people will start believing women are only good at pleasing men and doing house chores. This is when the end of the world will near. And when Sekiada returns to earth, someone, a girl, will need to prove women are not weak. They can do anything they want. They can fight anyone to survive the nightmare. They can be much more than men.”
Lord Indra and the other devas smiled at him.
“You’re great, Lord Vishnu,” said Lord Indra, smiling broadly. “Jai Shri Hari Vishnu.” The other devas repeated it after him, their hands folded in prayer, heads bowed with respect and love.
Lord Vishnu blessed them all with his palm raised, and he disappeared into thin air, smiling.
Kali Yuga (At the beginning of the era, about 3100 BCE)
Sekiada indeed was the new powerful, immortal rakshasa risen by the end of Dvapara Yuga. Many humans and devas feared him. Yet after his reign over the Underworld, as he waited for Kali Yuga to catch its highest peak when people will do more sin than virtue, the moment when he could return to earth, demons began to forget his name. This was a common downfall: many immense and powerful rakshasas came into existence and died without fanfare after meeting with various avatars of Lord Vishnu and Goddess Parvati.
Indeed, the news of other demons rising and dying was bothering Sekiada. He had always kept an eye on them, but since Kali Yuga (a new age of time) started, he had only really enjoyed watching the terror of one, the churel named Dali. And after she died from a rishi’s curse, he had nothing except a long wait to return to earth. Slowly, as the years passed, he became addicted to a red-light area in his palace in the Underworld where gorgeous rakshasis performed a nritya for him and even took care of his erotic needs. He had also become addicted to drinking excessively, mostly from boredom at the lack of war between asuras and devas.
One day, after having just woken up from a long sleep in his chamber, he found Guru Shukracharya, the guru of all daityas (demons), stood a few feet away from his bed, glowering at him.
Sekiada stood up, clearing his vision, wiping his eyes with his fingers, and bowed to Guru Shukracharya with all due respect.
Guru Shukracharya scanned him from top to bottom. His abs on display, and he wore nothing except underwear. Guru Shukracharya marched to him, staring at him for a moment, angry. He stood only an inch away from him, almost in his face.
“What have you been doing?” He finally let the words out of his mouth through gritted teeth. “Do you even remember who you are? What is your purpose? Why do you suffer in this Hell?”
With his words, anger boiled in Sekiada’s veins.
“You want to take revenge on Vishnu, and so do I,” said Guru Shukracharya. “He killed my mother thousands of years ago in a deceitful act.” He sighed in a fury, looking down at the marble floor. Then he looked up at Sekiada. “He sent you here deceitfully. He threatened to kill you with his Sudarshan Chakra even though he very well knew doing so would make him a part of a huge punishment. His karma for breaking a boon could make him lose his powers, even if just for a while. And if that happened, cataclysm could destroy earth.” He stepped away from him and turned around. “I wish I were there that day, but I was performing Tapasya to evoke my senses and increase my powers.” He looked at Sekiada out of the corner of his eye. “Why am I telling you all this? Sekiada, the great rakshasa, the immortal rakshasa, now just a soul trapped in the Underworld, spending his time on nothing but pleasure acts.”
Sekiada clenched his fists as fury rolled over his senses.
He closed his eyes, and Guru Shukracharya moved away a few steps. He understood Sekiada was angry now, something he had planned.
“I want REVENGE,” screamed Sekiada in his loudest voice, leaving all the demons in the mansion scared. He looked up at Guru Shukracharya and locked his eyes, now red in wrath, with his. “I want revenge on that Vishnu. He has done enough damage. It’s my turn, our turn, to show him what we are capable of.”
“If you want revenge on that cheater, find a human lady,” said Guru Shukracharya. “Impress her. Win her heart. Make her fall in love with you. Marry her. And then produce a child. I’m sure he will be much scarier and more powerful than any original asura. I promise I’ll give him half of my powers and turn him into someone undefeatable.”
“I’ll leave now to find a bloody woman,” said Sekiada.
Guru Shukracharya smiled, happy with Sekiada’s decision.
Sekiada didn’t even wait to say a final goodbye. He didn’t even take the time to put on the clothes. He just walked out of the chamber in only his underwear. He would finally go to earth.
Wandering here and there in his real form on earth, Sekiada scared the hell out of many people. He even killed some of them. But he finally found a gorgeous, slim woman in a white dress with a black purse hung on her shoulders. She was sitting alone at a bus stop.
When he appeared out of nowhere in front of her, the woman screamed in horror. She stood up, shouting, “Stay away from me, you creep.”
Scared, she slowly began to back away from him, breathing heavily.
“I’m here to take you with me, woman,” said Sekiada. “I need you. I want to make a child with you. Complete my wish, or I will make your life worse than the hell.”
“Stay away from me, you creep,” shouted the lady. “I will call the police if you don’t leave right now.”
Enraged, wanting to have her in any condition to have what Guru Shukracharya suggested, the demon born through a human womb, Sekiada vanished and appeared right near her, about an inch from her face, staring into her eyes full of horror.
Petrified at his mysterious act, the lady kept gaping at him. She tried to say something and even scream, but it seemed like her throat was choked up with his terror.
“I’m asking you one last time, woman,” said Sekiada through gritted teeth. “Do you want to be my queen? Or you want me to provide you a Hell-like life?”
Managing to control her feelings for a moment, she said, “I-I’m not giving you any child. You are a hellish demon. Fuck you!” She spat on his face.
As wrath rolled over his senses with her spit on his face, Guru Shukracharya’s words sounded in his ears, Sekiada, the great rakshasa, the immortal rakshasa, now just a soul trapped in the Underworld, spending his time on nothing but pleasure acts. He grabbed her by the neck and threw down.
The lady stumbled and fell on her back.
She tried to get up, but once again, he mysteriously appeared in front of her, and he prevented her from getting up. He bent on his knees, pulling off his underwear. He held her down by the throat and forcefully entered into her vagina while she struggled and cried out in fear.
“You’re mine now,” said Sekiada. “This is our marriage. A beautiful marriage under the open dark sky,” he continued, moaning. “From now on, I’m your husband, and you’re my wife.”
The lady’s eyes were wet as tears tried to make their way out. Yet, managing to control her emotions, she slowly reached for her purse that had fallen beside her. Every night, this lady had to return from work and wait for the bus alone on the deserted road. For this reason, she always carried a knife for her own protection. She grabbed it.
The lady pretended to be start enjoying what Sekiada was doing to her, and he smiled, easily fooled.
Suddenly, she pulled her body away from him, using her hand to push him with all of the force she could muster.
Sekiada looked up at her, and her hand holding the knife targeted his penis.
Before he could understand what she was doing and manage to stop the attack, she had cut off his penis. He let out a scream of agony that echoed all over the world.
His scream reached no one but Guru Shukracharya. He magically appeared out of thin air and looked at Sekiada, the woman laying a few inches away from him and beginning to get to her feet in horror.
“What’s happened to you?” asked Guru Shukracharya.
“I was obeying what you told me to do,” said Sekiada. “I forced her to have sex with me to give me a child, and she cut off my penis.”
"He raped me,” said the lady.
“You fool!” Guru Shukracharya shouted at Sekiada.
The lady began running away from them.
“I told you to produce a child after marrying the human lady. I didn’t tell you to rape anyone. Rape is a crime. I can kill you for that, or I could ask Lord Shiva to end your life with his Trident.” Guru Shukracharya let out a sigh of disbelief and rage. “I’m letting you go this time for this sin, Sekiada,” said Guru Shukracharya. “I’m also leaving you here. Don’t ever dare to call me for any help. Call me in the future only if you want to die,” he warned him. Then he healed Sekiada’s wounds, chanting a spell, and disappeared in thin air.
The lady hadn’t got far. She was still in sight of Sekiada as she fled down the deserted street.
“I’m not letting you go, bitch!” Sekiada shouted after her, and appeared five feet in front of her, blocking her escape.
The lady stopped. She stayed quiet for a moment, and then as Sekiada progressed toward her, she begged for her life. “Please leave me. I have kids waiting at home. If you kill me, they would be alone forever. Please leave me. Let me go. I beg you for my life.”
Sekiada didn’t stop. He continued walking toward her.
Now as she saw no way to escape from him, she knelt, sobbing, begging for her life, folding her hands and bowing to him.
Sekiada laughed.
He stood near her, and she grabbed his feet and begged for her life. Sekiada was having fun again now, seeing her yearning for her life.
“I told you I would give you a hellish life if you denied my request.”
He grabbed her by the hair, and the next second, he appeared in a dark chamber of his Underworld palace. He beat her; he punched her hard on the face, and the blood started to run out of her mouth and a wound on the face. Then he chained her in the corner. “You will be raped by the demons almost every day, all day. I promise you will wish to die, but death won’t come to you for a long time.”
Tears flowed from her eyes. He’s a real demon, she thought. With real powers, not a human with some magic tricks. Perhaps that is the reason my lie about kids waiting at home didn’t melt his heart. Anyway. I’m sorry God that I rarely prayed to you, but when I did, it was from the bottom of my heart. I wish death comes soon to me, please God.
The Present
Sekiada hadn’t forgotten this day. He still wished he had listened to Guru Shukracharya and married a woman who liked him back, loved him back even, and who had agreed to spend the rest of her life with him. And so, since that day, infuriated by Guru Shukracharya’s words and his wife’s act, he left her chained in the chamber’s corner.
Since the day Sekiada took his wife, he had not been back to earth. But now, after spending many years in the Underworld, he had decided to return. He was pleased to be back, and this time, he was not alone. He had wanted to sire a dreadful, robust, commanding son, whom everyone would fear and perhaps even die in horror of. But his dreams had shattered when he had made his error on that last day he had come to earth.
He helped Dansh bring Dali back once more because he knew a great number of demons would join with her; he himself had only a force of some ten thousand rakshasas, pishachas, and shaitans. He needed more demons to rule the earth and Heaven. Without Dali, only about a thousand or two thousand more would have joined upon his call, whereas, with Dali’s name connected to his, he could gather every evil from around the world.
And so, he gathered all the fallen angels. He began presenting himself as the devotee of Dali. Yet, he hated her—he didn’t want her to rule the earth.
He believed the earth and the Heaven were made for him, and only him. He wanted history to call him the greatest ruler of all time.
He didn’t like that Dali ordered him to split his soul. She forced him to do what he didn’t want to do, and that was the reason why, after they left the Underworld, the first thing he did was undo Dali’s spell. He separated his soul from his wife and secured it back into his body, believing in his own strength and power.
Sekiada was also unhappy with Dansh’s role in the proceedings. He didn’t want to provide a horse to him. Providing him a vehicle was like making him equal, but the truth was, no matter how powerful a wizard he was, he was just a bloody human with wicked intentions. Dansh did not want to serve him, or the other evils, or even Dali. He only woke her up to have immortality. And perhaps, sooner or later, he would come to regret that.
Anyway. The bottom line was that Sekiada was playing a deceitful game to achieve his goal. He would wear a crown of the great sovereign of not only the Underworld but also the earth and the Heaven. And this time, he would do so using the smartness of his brain and not acting like a fool, losing his temper and making things even more complicated and unachievable. For that, he was ready to cross any boundary.
