The night was quiet over Hastinapur's Gurukul, the stars scattered like ancient watchers across the endless velvet sky. Most of the young princes slept soundly after a day of training, their breaths slow, their dreams simple. But not Vasu's.
Beneath his calm exterior, the suppressed might of a Rathi concealing the force of a semi-Trimurti stirred restlessly. His body was still, yet his spirit refused rest — like a tempest imprisoned in silence.
He had stopped trying to understand it.
Since that night when he had seen the birth of Krishna — the blue radiance descending through thunder, the gentle gaze of Vishnu smiling through an infant's eyes — sleep had become an illusion. Whenever his consciousness drifted, he was pulled beyond time and space, drawn into visions no mortal should witness.
Tonight was no different.
The wind whispered through the peepal trees, brushing against his cheek. The flicker of his inner senses stirred — and the world dissolved.
It was instinct, as he was thinking once again his eyes gone blur and he started seeing
In Mathura , Gokul
At NandBaba's House Yashoda and Nand Baba and whole Gokul village was celebrating for the birth of lord Krishna and due to this Kansa brother of devaki got to know that in Gokul childre has birth in the nearby date dewaki has given birth.
Kansa wanted to send army to kill the boy but his Mahamantri(Prime minister) suggested that to kill a child shouldn't it be too much to send whole army. Listening to it Kansa got hold of his anger and he started thinking what can he do about it, Just then a light bulb he called a gaurd outsitdethe court and asked him to called Putana.
He waited for 1 0 Minutes and then came the Demoness Putana when she came she bent to Kansa but Kansa made her stand and said that She who had feed her milk shouldn't bow to him.
Putana adamantly denied and said "you are King of this Kingdom and everyone in the kingdom shall bow to you and even the King of God Indra."
She knew that this his King Kansa who has instilled fear in all god(Sura) and demon(Asura) alike then she asked "O my Lord why have you called Putana is there something that this servant can help you with "
Listening to Putana Kansa said "Putana I have called you here to say that you have to go defeat my enemy who has just taken form (means a newborn child )"
Putana was first stunned listening that what a child could her master her king fear then she thought " Oh no it should be like this that lord Don't want to move just for a little child so he is sending me to make merit for how thoughtful of him" she has made her own thought process which was Kansa unaware
She said "Ok my lord I will go and take that brat / Child's life as you want but wher e is that child "
Kansa said "It should be in or near Gokul you have to find it yourself and kill it"
Putana bowed and said " Your wish is my command" and after saying she flew outside the palace and started flying towards Gokul
Vasu who was seeing all this thought " How niyati is playing with Kansa just to kill him "
"He who is the king of the kingdom has done enough meritorious/virtuous service that niyati can't kill him so niyati did the akashwani and said the eight child will be his end so he locked her and her husband but if that was he couldn't be killed but Narad Muni gone to him and made him confused about which one of the child will be eight so he killed all the seven children born by devaki before krishna which was the greatest sin he could do and that made his punya low and paap high now he can be killed and who orchestrated it was all niyati/Fate".
"He who could have live happily after hearing that akashwani if he didn't put his sister and brother-in-law in jail he didn't have to die but he thought that he was running from it but he was running not from it he ran just in it"
How niyati plays Vasu couldn't help but laugh.
On the other side Putana landed in Gokul
Vasu found himself standing in the middle of a small, humble village. The scent of butter and hay hung in the air. Cows lowed gently, and distant laughter of women echoed from mud houses.
Gokul.
He recognized it at once — the village of the cowherds, the home of the divine child whose birth had altered the balance of the universe.
But this Gokul was veiled in tension tonight. He could feel it — a thick, sweet-sour energy creeping at the edge of his senses. Something unholy approached.
He turned toward the north — and saw her.
A woman, impossibly beautiful, glided through the mist. Her skin shimmered like moonlight, her smile serene, yet the air around her trembled with corruption. Her eyes — deep, endless — burned with hunger disguised as affection.
"Putana," Vasu whispered. "The demoness of false nurture."
His Brahma's War Mind awakened instantly, reading every ripple of her aura. Poison seeped from her veins. Each step she took wilted the grass beneath her.
She walks as a mother, but carries death in her breast.
Putana drifted into Nanda's house like a shadow with a smile.
Vasu wanted to move, to stop her — but he couldn't. The vision bound him.
He was a witness, not a participant.
A god trapped in the script of fate.
Inside, the child Krishna slept peacefully in his cradle, wrapped in soft linen. The faint fragrance of sandalwood and cow butter filled the room. His skin glowed with an otherworldly serenity — an aura even the stars bowed to.
Putana paused at the threshold. For a moment, something inside her wavered — the ancient fear all demons feel before the divine.
Vasu caught that hesitation, that flicker of truth.
Even darkness knows it is lesser before light.
But then she smiled, lifting the veil of false motherhood once more, and moved forward.
"Little one," she whispered, her voice dripping with honey and venom alike, "come, drink from me… for I am your mother tonight."
Her fingers, soft yet deadly, brushed Krishna's cheek. Vasu clenched his fists.
He could feel the venomous energy in her touch — a poison crafted not from herbs or alchemy, but from hatred itself.
It was the poison of those who envy purity.
Vasu's thoughts surged:
> "This is how evil works… not with the sword, but with affection turned hollow.
It wraps itself in tenderness, so that innocence drinks death willingly."
He wanted to roar — to break the boundaries of this vision and destroy the demoness.
But the divine law forbade him. This was Krishna's test, not his.
Putana lifted the baby gently and pressed him to her breast.
The moment Krishna began to drink, the air shuddered.
Vasu's instincts screamed — he could feel the clash of two cosmic forces.
The poison within Putana met the divine essence of Vishnu incarnate.
Lightning flashed in the sky of his vision.
He saw energies spiral — black and gold — entwining, consuming, and devouring each other.
Putana's lips parted. Her eyes widened.
Her body trembled as the sweetness of life began to leave her — drawn out by the very infant she had come to kill.
Krishna's expression was serene, almost playful. His tiny fingers gripped her tightly — not with cruelty, but inevitability.
The child drank not milk, but her very life.
Putana's scream shattered the night. The villagers outside heard only thunder, but Vasu — Vasu heard her soul breaking apart.
He saw her demonic form rip through the illusion — her beauty fading into monstrous truth.
Black wings tore from her back. Her nails lengthened like daggers.
And still, Krishna smiled.
When she finally fell, her body stretched across the plains like a mountain.
The ground shook beneath her. The cows panicked.
But Krishna sat calmly atop her chest, his tiny eyes glowing like twin suns.
Vasu stood still, overwhelmed.
He had seen gods wage wars that shattered dimensions.
He had wielded celestial knowledge beyond mortal comprehension.
But never had he witnessed divinity so quiet, so effortless.
He felt the echo of a cosmic law reverberate through him:
> "Innocence is the true destroyer of evil."
He fell to his knees.
His mind whispered:
> "I understand now… power without purpose is blind.
Even the strongest weapon bows before a child who needs none."
Vasu closed his eyes, feeling something inside him shift.
The Brahma's War Mind — the endless analyzer — paused for the first time, silenced by reverence.
Then, in the stillness after Putana's death, the world around him froze.
The cows halted. The wind stilled. Even the stars ceased their motion.
And Vasu heard it — the same voice he had heard during Krishna's birth.
"Vasu," said the voice, deep as creation itself, "you watch, but do you see?"
Vasu's eyes snapped open. The form of Vishnu shimmered before him — not solid, but woven from light and truth. The conch and discus rested gently in His hands.
Vasu bowed, trembling.
"My Lord… why do you show me these visions?"
Vishnu smiled softly. "Because you, like her, carry poison."
Vasu flinched, shocked. "Poison? I— I would never—"
"The poison of pride," said Vishnu, his voice neither harsh nor kind, merely true.
"You carry knowledge of every weapon, wisdom beyond mortals — yet seek to define power by control. But strength, Vasu, is not domination. It is surrender."
Vasu's heart clenched. "Surrender… to what?"
"To purpose."
Vasu looked at Krishna's small form in the distance — laughing innocently as villagers rejoiced. "Purpose… His purpose?"
Vishnu's smile deepened. "One day, yours will meet His. And then, you will know the meaning of strength."
And with that, the light faded.
Vasu gasped and opened his eyes.
He was back beneath the stars of Hastinapur.
The Gurukul lay silent — Duryodhana murmured in his sleep, Arjuna turned on his side, the world unbothered.
Yet Vasu's heart thundered. Sweat glistened on his brow.
He stared up at the night sky, where a faint blue star twinkled brighter than the rest — Krishna's star, he knew it instinctively.
He whispered to himself, voice trembling:
> "He turned death into deliverance.
And I… I am still learning how to live."
For the first time in his immortal journey, Vasu felt something new — humility.
Not forced, not instructed — but born from realization.
He gazed toward the horizon, where dawn threatened to rise.
> "So this is how the world changes," he murmured. "Not by gods roaring, but by infants smiling."
And deep within him, something stirred — a faint warmth that wasn't power, but peace.
The Brahma's War Mind whispered its analysis:
> "Threat eliminated: Putana.
Lesson extracted: Purity nullifies corruption.
Probability of emotional enlightenment: Increasing."
Vasu chuckled softly. "Even you are learning, old friend."
He closed his eyes and finally drifted to sleep — not into visions this time, but into calm.
Far away, in the quiet fields of Gokul, a baby laughed,
and for the first time since creation began, even destiny smiled.