Chapter 9, First Intimate Encounter
"Brahma, if your son hadn't imprisoned Sati, I wouldn't be in this state," Shiva rebuked.
By seniority, Shiva and Brahma were roughly equal. Now that he was willing to be Brahma's grandson-in-law, this guy was putting on airs, indulging his son's imprisonment of his granddaughter, and even blaming Shiva.
[You old fool will never understand what it feels like to possess an infinitely long lingam, harder than diamond. You also don't understand how uncomfortable it is when the lingam is suppressed.]
Shiva's inner grumbling made Brahma blush.
Although he was the all-powerful creator god, there were things he couldn't do. For example, in terms of the length and hardness of his lingam, it wasn't even a tenth of Shiva's.
Moreover, even though Brahma had many children, they all grew from his fingers; the lingam had never played a role. 1
"Hmph! You're a Triad God, for goodness' sake! All you do is stare at that spot and chat. Would you die if you didn't engage in sexual activity?" Brahma replied, feigning disdain.
"I certainly won't die if I don't engage in sexual activity. But whether your world will be destroyed, I can't guarantee. Oh, by the way, it seems you couldn't even create a world without me separating from Shakti."
"You! You! You! Don't talk to me like that! I'm your father-in-law's father! You're two ranks below me!"
"Thanks to your son, I haven't gotten married yet."
Chatting with Shiva almost made Brahma's four heads vomit blood.
He didn't want to argue with Shiva anymore and slunk back to heaven.
"Oh, isn't this the top lecturer who was going to indoctrinate Shiva with grand principles? Why are you back so soon?" Vishnu chuckled, reclining on his serpent throne.
"Hmph! Shiva doesn't appreciate my kindness, I'm too lazy to argue with him."
"Hmm, let me see what kind of kindness you've shown: shifting blame, allowing your son to imprison someone's future wife, and causing someone to split themselves apart in order to create the world. This favor is practically greater than the heavens!"
"Get lost, stop with the sarcasm. You're the protector of the world; if Shiva destroys it, you won't escape responsibility either."
"I certainly won't escape responsibility. But it's not like I'll have to expend my divine power to rebuild the world after it's destroyed. A certain creator god is different..."
Vishnu once again struck a nerve with Brahma.
When creating the world, Brahma must concentrate fully and expend a great deal of his divine power, falling into a prolonged state of weakness.
If Shiva were to perform the dance of destruction a few more times, his old bones would be drained to ashes.
"Honestly, you have to make things difficult for your father-in-law and son-in-law. Why don't you just explain why Shiva cut off your head?"
"I already appeared to him in a dream. But Daksha is adamant, believing Shiva is humiliating us. He wants to defend his dignity, and I can't persuade him otherwise."
Besides, if a Trinity of Brahma's caliber frequently intervenes personally to change the course of the world, it will only make things more chaotic.
Shiva has already caused enough trouble in the mortal realm; if he intervenes again, the world will be doomed sooner or later.
Therefore, Brahma can only offer advice to his children indirectly. Whether they listen or not is up to them.
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The Mortal Realm.
Sati, accompanied by her guards and sisters, travels to the northern kingdom of Anghira.
This time, the procession is even more grand than when Daksha went, with several times the number of guards.
Because Dasha still had to govern the kingdom, he couldn't accompany her personally and could only send several subordinates to escort her.
Sati's sisters, though seemingly beautiful and delicate, actually possessed considerable divine power and could protect her well.
Halfway through their journey, a pile of boulders suddenly appeared ahead.
These things hadn't appeared on this path before.
The guards considered this an ominous sign and wanted to turn back, but Sati firmly refused.
Having finally managed to get out, she didn't want to return to that boring palace so soon.
The guards had no choice but to assign some men to clear the boulders, estimating it would take a whole day to finish. The others set up camp, preparing to spend the night there.
Night.
Sati saw a swarm of fireflies. This was the first time she had seen such a beautiful scene, so she followed behind the swarm and reached out to catch them.
Unconsciously, they had arrived at the top of a cliff.
A white tiger suddenly leaped out, startling Sati, who lost her footing and fell off the cliff.
"Ah!" Sati screamed in despair.
Just as she was about to hit the ground and shatter into pieces, a man's figure suddenly appeared and embraced Sati tightly.
This man was Shiva.
In fact, Shiva's secluded place was in the forest on the road to the Kingdom of Anghira, very close to Sati's group.
Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Shiva's arms tightened their embrace.
"Such a slender waist, and the fruit is bigger than my head, it's so unscientific. No, this is a mythological world, why bother with science?" Shiva couldn't help but sigh.
He had watched Sati grow up step by step in his meditation.
She was just a slightly delicate little girl at first, but now she was becoming more and more womanly.
"It hurts...it hurts..." Sati murmured weakly in her unconscious state.
Shiva looked down and saw his somewhat restless lingam had its first intimate contact with Sati.
It was already hurting before he even exerted himself; he wondered if it could withstand the pain later.
Shiva placed Sati a short distance outside the tent and returned to the forest.
Of course, he could have chosen to take Sati and run away, returning to Shiva's heavenly realm for a more casual encounter.
But the thought of Vishnu and Brahma watching this scene made Shiva abandon the idea.
He was, after all, the supreme god in Hindu mythology; to be branded as someone who had abducted an unconscious girl would be disgraceful.
Besides, Sati and he shared a predestined bond; there was no need to rush things.
After Shiva left, the guards and sisters who had been searching for Sati ran over and found her lying unconscious on the grass.
The sisters quickly picked Sati up and placed her inside the tent, feeding her a bowl of calming soup. Sati gradually regained consciousness.
"Little Sati, you're finally awake!"
"I told you not to wander around, but you wouldn't listen."
"If you had disappeared, Father would have punished us severely."
"It's good you're alright, it's good you're alright. Here, drink some more calming soup, and get a good rest tonight."
The sisters gathered around Sati, showering her with concern.
After all, she was Dasha's most valued daughter; if anything were to happen to her, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Where...where am I?" Sati rubbed her heavy head, memories gradually flooding back.
She only remembered that after falling off the cliff, she vaguely encountered a man wielding a sturdy weapon. He used the weapon and his hands to catch her, saving her life.
There was a feeling of déjà vu about the man, a feeling that was both familiar and strange.
Who exactly is that man?