Prologue: An Anomaly
Time moves like a relentless river, and within its flow, destinies are written.
Some follow the current. Others fight against it.
But once in an age, something—or someone—emerges to rewrite the course of history.
Darkness spread across the heavens, vast and unyielding.
At the edge of existence, where time and fate intertwined, a lone figure sat in deep meditation.
Sage Vyasa—the eternal witness, the recorder of time.
His ageless eyes, heavy with centuries of memory, gazed upon the cosmic order unraveling before him.
At the dawn of Kali Yuga, when Lord Krishna departed, the heavens trembled.
The sky shattered.
And from the meditative brilliance of Lord Brahma, a shadow was born—Kali, the embodiment of corruption and deceit.
Kali was not merely flesh, but corruption incarnate—an idea, a whisper.
He slid into the hearts of men and made their desires his throne.
Brahma decreed this was the cycle. That Kali would reign for 432,000 years.
And at its end, Lord Kalki would be born to destroy him.
But Kali refused to accept his destruction.
He scattered his will across the hearts of men—not to delay Kalki, but to sever the thread of fate that would birth him.
Sensing this corruption, even Vyasa—who had vowed never to interfere—broke his silence.
He, too, reached into the river of time, planting seeds of resistance where none were meant to grow.
And from the collision of their defiance, something unexpected emerged—
An anomaly.
Vyasa had watched civilizations fall. Scriptures burn. Kings become tyrants.
The balance of Dharma and Adharma had long tipped.
But the wheel still turned. The prophecy remained intact.
Until now.
Vyasa's fingers hovered above his sacred manuscript.
The ink refused to settle.
The lines of fate—unchanging for eons—were shifting.
A thread that should not exist had emerged—its origin forged from divine interference.
Vyasa closed his eyes.
He saw a lone figure standing.
Not a god. Not a demon.
A mortal... yet something more.
Around him surged the force once destined for Kalki—power misplaced, yet drawn to him like gravity.
He stood upright in the heart of a battlefield, cloaked in divine wrath.
A warrior not chosen by prophecy, but forged by grief.
"This man... grief wrapped around him like a cloak. But he is a son born of rage, not prophecy."
The vision struck Vyasa like a storm.
This man stood outside the cycle.
Neither blessed by the gods nor bound by their will.
Vyasa's breath caught.
If this anomaly lived... the prophecy of Kalki would be undone.
He had seen avatars rise.
But never one forged solely by a mortal's will to avenge.
"Impossible..." he whispered.
The cosmic balance had never broken. Not once.
Yet now, a ripple had turned into a storm.
The future was no longer certain.
And in the shadows, Kali laughed.
"Is the age of prophecy over?"
"Then let it be known—the age of anomalies has begun."
Chapter 1: Vengeance and Duty
A Hidden Island Base, Nassau, Bahamas...
"Run, run, run!"
Panic tore through the fortress like shrapnel.
The once-impenetrable stronghold of the Armageddon Mercenaries was now a graveyard of fire and screams.
Alarms blared. Sirens flashed.
Gunfire cracked through the night like thunder.
This wasn't a battle.
This was a reckoning.
Inside the Command Room...
Robert Augustine—founder, warlord, killer—sat frozen behind a mahogany desk.
In one hand, a cigar burned to ash. In the other, a pistol trembled.
He had seen death before.
He sold death.
But this? This wasn't death.
This was judgment.
The screams outside grew louder.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The door exploded inward.
A figure entered—tall, still, cloaked in black.
A devil mask concealed his face, blood-red eyes glowing with silent fury.
Robert tried to aim.
His hand wouldn't move.
It wasn't fear that stopped him—it was something greater.
The figure stepped forward, slow and deliberate.
The air thickened with invisible pressure. The weight of will.
"DO YOU KNOW YOUR CRIME?"
The voice was not a question. It was a verdict.
Robert choked. "I... I was just the gun. Not the trigger..."
The masked man lifted him with one hand, as if he weighed nothing.
"THEN WHO IS THE HAND?"
A force slammed into Robert—unseen, unstoppable.
His veins turned black. Blood poured from his eyes, ears, and nose.
One final gasp. Then silence.
The masked man dropped the corpse.
No mercy. No celebration. Just cold purpose.
"Who did this?"
From the shadows, five cloaked figures knelt.
"We will find the truth, Commander."
"Find the one who ordered him to kill my mother."
"Let the massacre begin."
The fortress erupted in flame.
Athavan stood beneath the burning sky, staring into the inferno.
His satellite phone buzzed.
He answered. No greeting.
A voice on the line, calm and stern:
"Is your rage satisfied?"
Athavan's breath hitched.
He spoke low, bitter.
"It's not over yet, Grandpa.
Until I find the one behind it all... the massacre continues."
"We are not ready to face them," the voice replied.
"I've uncovered the truth behind your mother's death. Come back.
Vengeance is best served with patience."
"No," Athavan growled.
His hand trembled for a moment—just a flicker. He clenched it.
A flash—his mother's face, bloodied, smiling faintly as she died.
"You must live, my son... Stay true to your path."
Walaysia, Present Day
Athavan's eyes snapped open.
Sweat slicked his brow.
His breath caught in his throat.
The scent of burning incense mingled with damp earth.
He sat in a stone-floored temple, hidden in the heart of Lahang Rubber Estate.
The world was quiet.
But inside his mind, the battlefield still burned.
He was back in Walaysia. After twenty-two years.
Separated from his father since childhood.
A divorce. A fracture. A choice he never made.
His mother had taken him to India. Raised him in shadows.
And now, she was gone.
He tried to meditate.
Her voice of regret echoed, as it always did.
"I separated you from your father because of my selfishness.
Please... one day, reunite with him. Fulfill your duty as his son."
He bowed his head.
A single tear traced a slow line down his cheek.
"Mom... I will burn them all."
The organizations. The architects of her death.
They would know his wrath.
Yet even now, he was bound to another duty.
His father's final wish—for him to marry and settle down.
A different promise.
A different kind of war.
"Is this your blessing, Mom? Or just another chain of fate?"
The End.
Hindu Mythological / Cultural / Belief Reference – Prologue / Chapter 1
Vyasa – The ancient sage credited with compiling the Vedas and authoring the Mahabharata. In this story, he is the eternal witness of time, observing the unraveling of fate itself. He is also one of the Chiranjeevis—seven immortals in Hindu belief destined to live until the end of the current cosmic age.
Kalki – The tenth and final avatar of Lord Vishnu, foretold to appear at the end of Kali Yuga to vanquish evil and restore righteousness. Kalki's arrival symbolizes cosmic reset—a divine reboot of dharma (righteousness).
Kali (Asura) – A demonic entity born from the meditative brilliance of Lord Brahma, and said to be his great-great-grandson. He represents spiritual decay, deception, and societal breakdown. In Hindu mythology, Kali is the reigning force of the current age—not to be confused with Goddess Kali, the fierce form of divine feminine power.
Kali Yuga – The fourth and final era in Hindu cosmology. Often called the "Age of Darkness," it is marked by greed, ego, spiritual decline, and societal decay. According to ancient texts, Kali Yuga spans 432,000 years and is believed to have begun in 3102 BCE, shortly after the departure of Lord Krishna. As of today, over 5,100 years have passed—meaning we're still in the early phase of this dark age, with many more centuries to go before the prophesied descent of Kalki.
Lord Brahma – One of the Trimurti (three supreme gods) in Hindu belief, known as the Creator. He is responsible for the birth of the universe at the start of every cosmic cycle.
Lord Vishnu – One of the Trimurti, revered as the Protector of the universe. He incarnates through various avatars (divine manifestations) to uphold cosmic balance, including Rama, Krishna, Narasimha, and finally—Kalki.