Strongest With Trash Ability

”Vasu! Vasu! its bad news, ”

A man with a distorted face rushes towards Vasu.

”What happened? What did Manthara say? ”

”Your son… he is born with a curse… ”

”Curse… are you out of your mind, Angat? ”

Vasu grabs the shoulders of Angat and tightly clutches inward.

”Vasu! Get a hold of yourself! ” Angat persists Vasus pressure and shakes off his hands.

”Why? Why is this happening?… ”

Vasu dawdles in anguish. His only son and heir to the comb was born with a curse.

”VASU!! ”

A man with a traditional guitar appears out of thin air and shouts Vasus name.

”Who… what is this? What are you doing here? ” Vasu snarls at him.

”I am here for a greater cause, so listen to what I am going to say… ”

The man speaks in an utter emergency, but Vasu is worried about his son more than anything.

”Heh! Narad, you don know what I will do if you make me more angry? ” Vasu approaches him and looks at his thin looking body.

”Your son will die soon in the next ghatika so embrace yourself for another catastrophe to befall… ”

Narad says at once, with no fear.

”What do you mean? ”

Vasu, with greater stature and powerful body, though average age, lost no battle and his voice carried greater weight…

”He was born with a curse of death and whatever appears around him will lose their life getting sucked into him… ”

”Aaaaaah! What is this? Run! Its a monster. ”

As Narad was not even finished talking about the future danger, a loud noise from Vasus wifes delivery room rang out and panic aroused in an instant.

Ladies inside the room fainted, and some were trying to escape, but…

”Anjana!!!!! ”

Anjana, Vasus wife, was dead and his son, who was supposed to be born with a curse, was lying lifeless.

”Vasu! Don get near it! ” Narad shouts from behind and Angat tries to stop him from entering further in.

”Anjana!!! My… my son… Why?,… WHY??? ” Vasu cries his heart out in this agony and falls to the ground on his knees.

”BIRTH OF THE DEATHS INCARNATION… LET TIME BE FLOURISHED WITH LIFELESS… ”

Sky rings out in words uttered by fate and destiny of a new future..

Narad looks at the sky gulping and what he fears happens right after…

”Let me take a look at him… ”

Man with a golden body and glittery aura with sparks and calm composure with a rusty looking silvery-golden staff appears and walks towards Vasu.

”God Of Death… ” Narad mumbles.

Angat who overhears him mumble becomes shocked and applies the defensive formation ahead Vasu.

”Don fear me young lord… I am here for my son who was born after a long wait… ”

Man says.

”Who are you? ” Angat shouted.

”My name is Guardian… ”

”Guardian ” Angat exclaims…

”What you said earlier! What do you mean when your son is born… ” Vasu stands up with utter disbelief in fate and asks this Guardian about words he just uttered.

”The boy inside is my child… ”

As Guardian was not finished saying the sentence, a loud thunder clap deafening everyone around there appeared right where they were standing.

A black gust of wind and evil oozing aura surrounding it, a hand made out of dust grabbed the son of Vasu and dragged him inside it.

The Guardian looked puzzled about it and thats when another sky word appeared…

”A NEW HERO IS BORN FOR WORLD OF DESPAIR… LET THE SKY REJOICE… ”

Narad, including the Guardian, seemed confused by this event. Angat who was standing on guard shouted.

”Whats happening? Why are you guys not doing something? ”

To that Guardian turns to him and said,

”Huhuhu! Your prince has been buried in the land of the dead… Now even I can save him anymore. ”

Swoosh!

The Guardian disappeared in an instant after he said those words and Narad, who was standing quietly, grabbed the hands of Vasu and dragged to the corner in the room.

Murmur

After saying some words in his ears, Narad played his guitar and disappeared.

Angat who watched everything dumbfounded and awestruck, approached Vasu.

Vasu on the other hand looked somehow satisfied about the event.

”Vasu! ” Angat called with worry.

But looking at Vasus slightly happy face, he hesitates and only looks at him.

”Prepare for the queens funeral. ” Vasu said and turned to his room.

”Vasu! Won you even look at her for the last time? ”

”She is alive in my heart, her body is just unusable now so let me not fear anymore. ”

Vasu in a philosophical way said those words and longed for his room hurriedly.

…

Soon the clouds and thunder disappeared and the whole castle of Bitala rang in noise and murmurs of citizens there.

In front of a small garden inside the castle and beside a small pond with large windows in all directions, Anjanas dead body was placed on a stone coffin and is being worshipped so that her body won be possessed by evil spirits.

Among the Vasus subordinates, one stands and places white tulips on Anjanas coffin and prays.

She had a weird look on her face.

”What is it, Manthara? ”

”Huh?! Nothing… nothing. ” She shrugs in a dark aura oozing out of Anjanas body but every other seemed fine. Its as if they didn see it.

After that Anjana is buried with lots of broken hearts and grief filled eyes.

No one spoke a word. Everyone was sad and grieving the tragedy but Vasus eyes filled with gleam and pride showed the opposite representation of the situation.

”Manthara! I want to ask you something. ” Angat stops her while she is returning after the funeral and looks at her seriously.

”What… What do you… want to know? I… I know nothing about Anjana and her sin. ” Manthara shakes in fear of an unbecoming future.

”Huhu! I didn even mention the Queen and her son. So, it means you do know something. Tell me otherwise you won be freely roaming like this ever. ” Angat said firmly.

But inside he was wavering to not show any emotion of fragility and weakness.

Looking at the face of Angat, Manthara collected herself.

” I can fall for such… ”

She has taught herself to be composed and bold. In her long span of life staying at the castle and handling even more dire situations, she can lose her control easily.

”If you want to believe that, believe it. I don have any knowledge you want to know. ”

She turns and walks away.

Angat in anger now rushes back to his room.

On the way, he hears weird noises coming from the library.

”Huh? Vasu! What is he searching for? ”

He finds Vasu vigorously searching for something.

” His eyes… ”

Eyes glowing golden, vasu was totally different than his usual self.

Soon Vasu finds what he was looking for and turns the pages in extreme unusual joy.

”Has the king gone crazy? Maybe not… but… ”

Angat couldn believe what he was seeing and tried to enter without making any noise, but…

”Angat! Not now! ” Vasu shouts without even looking at him.

His legs shake in the powerful voice filled with blood lust and bold aura. His kingly manner was lost in those words and a rogue disrespectful greedy person vibed more.

”I will call you when I need to. Guard there. ” Vasu said without pouring any power in words.

Angat waited there without turning his head in wait for order to befall.