Extaria : Grimoire Of Gods In Marvel

One day while undergoing his usual meditation and aura training in his secret underground lab, Yasha was contacted by one of the main subordinates in his gang. They told him that the last remnants of the various gangs had gathered to rebel against him. However, they also told something that interested him more than the news of a few straggling rebels.

He got to know that they had got the help from some mystics to help them with 'Kala Jadoo', which was another name for Dark Magic. Many of his gang members were found hurt by a variety of mysterious and weird incidents. He had examined them to find that they indeed were affected by a type of dark energy. He was also surprised to know that his body was able to absorb and ȧssimilate these energies with no harm to himself.

He dedicated the next few weeks to gather as much information he could about these rebels and their plans. He and his gang were finally able to track down all of them to five different parts of the city. He divided his people into four groups and sent them to take care of one each while he himself went for the final one.

Yasha sensed a weird anomaly taking place in the place where the group he needed to handle was said to be, it was also in one of the oldest parts of the city. The unknown type of Dark Mystic energy was brewing up in that place, but it felt more corrupt and vicious as compared to regular mystic energy that was present in some of the places of the city he had visited. It was the same as the one that had been troubling his gang members for these few weeks.

Curious about the fact, he turned himself into a camouflage like a state using his spirit arts and flew there. At his max speed in human form, he could fly at around 7-8 km/min, hence he reached the site quickly. He found out that this was a part of old forts related to the previous monarchy that ruled Delhi some 50-60 years ago. Heavily surrounded by vegetation, this was a slightly spooky place hence most people didn't like to come around this place.

In the inner part of the old fort, he found an old series of tunnels that led down to some underground catacombs. However, the deeper he went, the more he felt both a mixture of revulsion and empowerment. He felt confused by this and as he descended, he questioned Extaria about this phenomenon.

[It can be said that it's your Human instincts are rebelling against your innate Malachai bloodline which is reveling in the newfound dark and demonic energy that is saturating this place. Though your soul is that of a Malachai, you were provided with the body of an enhanced human body when you became a fate agent. Though it is enhanced, it is still human at its core, hence your body's instincts act to repel away this atmosphere.]

'So, some form of demonic energy is brewing down there huh. Weird but let's check it out before deciding what to do. And hold on, why is my Malachai bloodline excited for this Extaria?'

[Malachai is at the end of the day one of the highest and purest forms of demon races formed at the era before time itself. Malachai itself is one of the rare demons who have an affinity for Source Energy, making them one of the rulers of all kinds of demonic races. Also, Malachai has an innate effect of powering itself and getting stronger when faced with a dark and demonic environment or one filled with all kinds of violent and evil aura.]

'So basically, I would feel more at home in a cesspit of most violent criminals rather than a nice beach house? That is literally so sick.'

[Malachai was made that way to be the most efficient demonic force in an all-out war. Kirast Kiroza Kirent. It is the Malachai code for a reason. Conceived in Violence to do Violence and to Die Violently. Malachai bloodline never dies peacefully, they have always gone down fighting to their last breath. The only time they were all killed helplessly was when Monakribos was forced to put down the entire Malachai race at the end of the Primus Bellum, the Divine War.]

'Sigh, no use talking about that ancient history. It will only give rise to a whole new world of hate and revenge. Now, since my Malachai bloodline is powering up in the presence of this demonic energy, are we still able to hide it?'

[Not possible, right now the Malachai bloodline is accumulating more and more power constantly and permanently strengthening itself the longer you are in this environment. Rather than suppressing it, it would be better if you focus on utilizing its power instead to solve whatever is going down there before thinking of sealing it. Dividing one's focus into two different fronts is a sure-fire way to get yourself killed.]

'Alright then, let's see what this is about.'

By this time, he had already reached the bottom while talking to Extaria. He entered the catacombs and followed the demonic energy to where it was the strongest, which turned out to be a big wide area that was relatively empty. Amid all the rubble strewed about, there was a single figure sitting there on the ground.

He saw a skinny bony man there, dressed in a few rags wrapped around his waist. He had very long hair, matted and dirty like some wild animal. He seemed like one of those 'baba' who dabbles in Tantric arts. He had constructed a huge runic formation with crushed bone dust. In the center, he had a blazing fire in a metallic object known as a 'hawan kund'. He was chanting a series of incantations swiftly and imposingly. Power rolled off in waves around him, invisible to normal humans but visible clearly to Yasha.

Seeing him, the 'baba' panicked for a moment before finishing his chant with even more increased speed. The moment he finished his chat, a stream of blood-red mist emerged from the flames and merged into him. A walnut-sized 'Rudraksha' bead appeared around his neck on a blood-red metal chain. Tattoos appeared on his body, glowing in a dark red color. A low growling laugh burst out from his throat.

Yasha's eyes narrowed, his spirit sense showed him a red energy vortex around the guy in front of him. A demonic sounding voice burst out from the guy in front of him.

"Hahaha, good of you to meet me here. I thought you would some more time to meet this King here. You are a welcome change after those robe-wearing dumb children and those cowardly Daevas. I hope you can give this king some actual challenge."

As he stepped towards Yasha, he sent out a wave of aura to pressurize Yasha. Yasha snorted at his arrogance as he himself let go of the seal that was suppressing him. He let the demonic aura nourish him, as his form shifted to his first stage of Malachai Transformation, The Dark Prince form. Golden glowing tattoos bloomed all over his body, even on his face. His skin darkened to a grainy black colored one with his eyes flowing with golden fire.

The bony man grinned widely at him while showing his black-yellow teeth and red glowing eyes. His hand swiped towards him, covered in red energy, fingers wide outstretched like a claw. Yasha countered it by blocking his forearm with his own. A loud boom echoed due to the collision as if two large machinery clashed against each other. For the next minute or two, Yasha and the bony man clashed against each other at high speed. .

At their final clash, Yasha trapped a kicking leg of the bony man between his elbow and knee before jumping up and kicking the thɨġh of the bony man's other leg with his remaining one. The man flew away before hitting a wall. The man rose up again like a maniac, not caring about his left shoulder blade that was broken badly and twisted in an unnatural direction.

Yasha let out a growl of his own as his energy surged. At that moment he felt a new power or to say affinity awaken in him with respect to his current form. He was able to feel a certain awareness of the area all around him. It was at this point that he remembered what Extaria called his first form, Dark Prince of Sand.

He raised his arm in front of him and a layer of ground broke into chunks, that got smaller in moments until all that was left was sand. He flicked his finger and a wave of sand swirled around his hand before rushing towards the man in front of him. The sand swirled around the bony man before attempting to encase his limbs. The man glared at the sand and Yasha who was controlling it, before raising his own hand as an energy sword formed in his hands.

"You can't hold me like this!! I conquered the heavens and the Earth, I turned the Daevas into mere steps on the stairs to my throne. Your parlor tricks can't stop me." He said as he swung an energy sword at Yasha.

"How about my parlor trick then?" a calm voice sounded from behind Yasha as the bony man's sword struck some sort of glass-like thing in the air and the glass shattered right in front of him. It took him a moment to recognize that it was not some glass, it was a parallel dimension altogether which was trapping the bony man.

Yasha turned around to see two people behind him. One of them looked to be a girl dressed in special royalty like clothes from old Indian legends. Another was a tall bald woman dressed in a yellow hooded robe that was loose yet fit enough for combat. It was the yellow-robed woman who had her handheld out and apparently constructed the parallel dimension that trapped the bony guy.

"Ah, that was so boring. Can't you do it in a somewhat interesting or grand manner, Yao? You are after all the Ancient one of this generation." The woman in the fancy clothes said.

"Mother Rajeshwari, I would prefer it if you no longer took that name in public. I am the Ancient one and as such, I have abandoned my name as it is the requirement of my station. And as for being flashy, I think there is one more person here in front of us, because of whom I decided to finish this as soon as possible as I am sure you would like to talk to him and explain all this." The Ancient One responded calmly.

As Yasha looked at them, as the two talked and suddenly turned towards him. The one called Rajeshwari smiled at him gently, which for some reason warmed him up from the inside. For a moment he felt as if he was back in that blank space with his mother's voice.

"You don't need to worry about him Yao," Rajeshwari said in a soft voice "I will take care of him; he is Shakti's son after all."

"What… Surely you can't mean?"

"Oh, I mean exactly what you thought. Well now I have delayed for too long, let me finish what I came here to do."

She turned towards the bony man who was still struggling. She smiled pityingly at him but seemed like she was not looking at the man but something beyond him.

"The one with the knowledge of ten heads, ruler of the golden city, one who built the stairway to heaven itself, look how you have fallen now. I once admired your knowledge and the strength you achieved by pure hard work. Now though, you are just a pathetic mess of an entity. It is time to send you back to your realm, try to stay away from Earth longer this time."

Rajeshwari opened her hand and a dagger appeared in her hand. She slashed down with it and a black scar appeared in the air and started expanding rapidly. She raised her palm in front of her and clenched it. The bony guy flew like a puppet with its strings cut and entered the black scar, after which it disappeared automatically.

"Now as for you", she turned towards Yasha, "I think we need to catch you up to speed on your powers. You use them like a moron, if we were not here on time, I am sure he would have made mincemeat out of you."

"As if I asked for your help." Yasha said as he started to get annoyed by them belittling him "I didn't use my full powers anyway. I could have taken him; I didn't need rescuing."

"Of course, you could, you are 'Her' son after all." Rajeshwari said as she rolled her eyes towards the Ancient One "But what would be the cost? Annihilation all around? You need to learn to utilize your powers effectively."

"Might I make a suggestion?" The Ancient One interjected "You could simply take him to your realm to train. He is most welcome to train with Kamar-Taj too whenever he needs it."

"That sounds wonderful" Rajeshwari exclaimed as she turned to Yasha and asked, "Wouldn't you like that?"