The Birth of a Calamity
The sky cracked like glass.
The heavens themselves trembled as Banesh rose from the ruins of the Celestial Court, Hemketu's lifeless body held against his chest.
He had once governed all nature of the mortal world—
winds, tides, rivers, forests, monsoons.
A god above gods.
But now?
He was simply a husband carrying his dead beloved.
And the world would pay for it.
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THE BODY CRUMBLES
Banesh knelt in the shattered courtyard.
Hemketu's beautiful face seemed peaceful, almost sleeping.
Banesh stroked his cheek.
"Wake up…" he whispered.
"Please… Hemketu… it's me…"
The moment his tears touched Hemketu's skin—
light flickered.
A faint glow shimmered around Hemketu's chest.
Then cracks of light spread across his entire body.
Banesh froze.
"No—
No, no, don't— don't disappear—"
The light burst.
Hemketu's form shattered into golden sparks, scattering upward like fireflies released into the wind.
A warm breeze brushed Banesh's cheek—
gentle, tender, familiar.
Hemketu's last voice was nothing more than a whisper in the air:
"Banesh… live…"
Banesh reached upward, hands trembling.
"Wait—
WAIT—
HEMKETU—!!"
But the sparks flew higher.
Higher.
Higher.
And then vanished.
Gone.
Utterly gone.
Banesh collapsed.
The world held its breath.
Then—
He laughed.
A soft, broken, cracked laugh.
"…Live?"
He smiled, tears flowing endlessly.
"How do I live without you?"
The ground beneath him split open, unable to bear his grief.
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THE HEAVENS SEND AN ARMY
A thousand divine soldiers of the heavenly realm lined up above the clouds.
Spears crackling with holy light.
Armors gleaming.
Their general shouted:
"BANESH!
You have violated Heaven's order!
Stand down and accept punishment!"
Banesh lifted his head slowly.
His hair dripped with seawater—
not from the sea,
but from the rivers answering his rage.
He stood.
The entire sky dimmed.
Banesh (quiet)
"Punishment…?"
He raised his hand.
The rivers far below rose like giant serpents, twisting into the sky.
The soldiers braced themselves.
"Form a barrier—!!"
Too late.
Banesh snapped his fingers.
The rivers collapsed down on them like collapsing mountains.
Divine screams tore through the air.
Armor shattered.
Spears dissolved.
Rows of soldiers were washed out of existence.
In one gesture.
One.
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THE CELESTIAL WORLD BREAKS
Thunder roared without lightning.
Clouds spun violently.
Stars fell from the sky like burning rain.
Mortals below cried out:
"The heavens are dying!"
"A god is raging!"
"Who angered the great one?!"
Banesh floated above the shattered palace, his aura turning pitch-black in places, streaked with silver madness.
Banesh
"You lied to me."
"You broke me."
"You killed him."
His voice split across the three realms.
"I was the protector of all your lands."
His eyes glowed white.
"Now I will be your ruin."
He clapped his hands together.
The wind howled.
Forests bowed.
Mountains cracked.
Oceans trembled.
The three realms screamed.
Banesh's divine form began to tear at the edges—
too much grief, too much power.
His celestial aura burst into wild, chaotic energy.
He began falling from heaven—
not pushed, not punished—
but collapsing under the weight of his broken heart.
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THE FALL
Banesh plummeted through clouds, leaving trails of silver-gold lightning.
His power lashed out uncontrollably, ripping storms across the mortal world.
When he finally struck the earth—
the entire continent shook.
He created a crater so deep that even sunlight hesitated to enter.
Banesh lay in the center, body trembling, divine glow flickering like a broken lamp.
His voice faint:
"Hemketu… where are you…?"
No answer.
Only the mangrove leaves rustling in grief.
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BANESH IS DEGRADED
The celestial decree fell like a chain around his neck:
"Stripped of all authority.
Stripped of titles.
Stripped of divine standing."
Banesh coughed blood.
His aura dimmed.
His power drained like water from a cracked pot.
Once the guardian of all nature across the mortal world—
now he was bound to the lowest, most unforgiving land.
The Sundarbans.
Mud.
Saltwater.
Danger.
Isolation.
Storms.
Beasts.
Death.
A place no god wished to rule.
But Banesh didn't care.
Because he no longer wished to be a god.
He only wished for one person.
Hemketu.
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BANESH… A FALLEN GOD
His voice broke into the night:
"…If I cannot have the world we built together…
then let the world rot with me."
The air trembled.
The Sundarbans answered.
And Banesh became the lowest guardian,
the forgotten deity,
the lonely spirit wandering the mangroves—
waiting for a husband who would never return.
Or so he thought.
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