This story is now part of my usual rotation now.
Also, The New-Delhi temple is an actual place you can visit... just not right now.
Omega looked around the Sacred place, a temple of God, Krishna. The walls were clad in white and grey marbles, pictures of a blue youth were placed at intervals, and his olfactory sensors could pick up some burnt particle of fragrant substances.
In other words, the place smelled nice.
They were many people in the hallways, humans who had mostly dark skins and who were either roughly his size or shorter...and other with northern traits that would tower over the world's most dangerous android. Some would go and talk to Karuna and Yavata in a language Omega could not grasp. Hugs were given, as were pats on the back. The green-haired youth had then pointed out at the Coal and Crimson reploid.
The next thing he knew, he had been lead to a room with Yavata. There, the mute guy had dressed him in a white cotton cloth and an ochre long shirt.
Obliviously, all of his armour had been removed. And Omega couldn't help but feel extremely vulnerable. Nonetheless, the only weapon he could detect were the big stick the guards carried. And he knew full well that those could not inflict enough damage to his frame to be of a real threat.
And thus, the walking apocalypse was wandering the sacred place's halls as Yavata and Karuna-Sindhu stayed inside the temple room after the early-morning ceremony. They had missed what they had called the 'Mangala-arati.' But had arrived on time for the 'Tulasi Puja.'
Basically, they had worshipped a potted holy basil shrub…and walked around it three times with the rest of the temple goers as they sang and danced in unison.
At that time, Omega realized that the Hare Krishna worshippers were both powerful…and absolutely mad. Still, their madness was…more palatable than Weil's.
After another prayer, the assembled devotees all began to chant the Maha-mantra on their beads in meditation, some sitting, some walking and others sleeping. Yavata was among the sitting chanter while Karuna-Sindhu was in the temple president's office, printing their tickets for the train to Mayapur.
So, with nothing better to do, Omega had grabbed the bag Zero was in and began exploring the new place, scouting for possible escape routes, potential dangers and…
Alright, so he was curious; he never had a chance to explore anything when in Weil's custody…
It felt…nice. Enlivening…fun!
He would go in every corridor, every door that he could open, noting every outlet, every wi-fi spot, every camera, door, windows, pictures, paintings….there was just so much to see!
His (and Zero's) favourite was the big painting of a blue boy wearing yellow, dancing under the full moon with a yellow girl wearing dark blue. There was just something…beautiful about it; it pleased him right to the core...
"Do you see that Zero?" He asked his unresponsive copy; Omega had pulled him out of the bag so that he could show the pile of scrap his discoveries. Zero was still not moving, but at least he would look… kind of. "It says that this is a painting of Radha and Krishna…God and His divine potency dancing under the full moon." Omega read to his scrapped…rival, the Legendary Warrior, did not indicate that he had listened. Not even a vent.
Omega gave a small shake to his Zero, just to see if it would elicit a reaction.
Nothing.
Omega rolled his eyes to the sky as he tisked. Yesterday had been great; Zero was reacting, he was listening…he was still scrapped, but…
The early morning event re-emerged to see him enraged and ready to kill. Omega had never been so happy in his life.
Zero was glorious in his ire; he had been livid…moving!
And then, it was gone…
"Maybe there's something wrong with your core." Omega addressed his p…perfect copy. And with that, he went to look for a place where he could plug himself in Zero's system to personally see what was wrong.
Eventually, he found the perfect spot, a room filled to the brim with electronics, computers and enough power to top up Omega just by standing in proximity. Not only that, but the power was on again. The only hitch was the lock on the door, something the crimson reploid dealt with a simple crushing of the pad.
"Pathetic," Omega murmured as he strode in the dark room, relishing in the ambient static that filled the air and the buzzing sound of numerous computers in sleep mode.
This…felt like home. Especially with all the reploid strewn about in various posses. Once again, Krishna was there, on a chariot. Speaking to a man in golden armour…
For some reason, Omega really liked this display. He went closer to the reploid.
And then he realized that, no, it was not the same as he and Zero were; it was but a mere electronic puppet.
A very well-made puppet, but a puppet nonetheless.
Eventually, he found a quiet place were he and Zero would not get disturbed. There, he removed Zero from the black bag. The broken reploid's hair were all over his face, and he was still limp and practically lifeless. He settled his copy on the floor and fixed his hair, careful not to jostle the connector that linked him to the egg-shaped generator, and then plugged himself using the cranial port.
It was the fourth time Omega performed such action, so he was definitely more familiar with the data he received.
Beside Zero's core status was a red flashing symbol. It's didn't look good, but Omega was not at all well versed in reploid troubleshooting.
Omega sighed… He knew how to destroy them in various ways…not how to fix them later. And on top of that, Zero's oil was low, his nanites were out of material for fixing his broken frame, his left eyes needed to be replaced, his voice chip was shot, and Zero was still feeling like dying in a dream-like state filled with agony.
Oh, and he lacked arms.
'Zero, stop feeling like that. Karuna told me he knows people who can fix you, just be patient.' Omega hugged Zero closer…not like Yamuna did him, let alone Gargi. But the murderous reploid knew that…being hugged felt nice. It was a type of touch that did not cause pain...and it seemed every happy people would do this to one another.
And Omega also realized that Giving hugs felt nice also…and he needed a hug from someone he knew would not kill him by accident.
And he wanted Zero to feel better...
So Zero it was then.
"Problem?" He heard a man speak, his voice deep yet sweet.
"yeah…Zero's not moving. Something's wrong with him, but…he's not speaking either." He explained to the unseen stranger…
He whipped his head around to face the one who had dared sneaking up on him. and came face to face with Krishna…The electronic puppet, not the real one obliviously.
"…You're moving." Omega blurted out.
The robot raised a brow…a feat Omega wasn't sure the puppet was rigged to do so elegantly. "Of course I am!" The mechanical depiction of God scoffed as he crouched down so that he may be at eye level with the Crimson death and his…his Zero. "I am here, there, and everywhere."
Omega looked at Robo-Krishna. He definitely looked much better up close, as in…Omega didn't want to destroy him.
How could he destroy something so perfect? Even more perfect than him?
Weil would...But Omega was not Weil, and Omega really liked to keep what was more than him close. He could not explain why, though.
And he looked very, very, very beautiful. He had very dark skin, almost rain cloud-like. He wore a bright yellow dhoty that shamed lightning, a flower garland that reached his knees…and those flowers looked fresh too! Not like the fake ones he wore when on the chariot…and it smelled so good.
Krishna smelled Good, he looked good, he spoke in a way that Omega could call….well, not sweet per se…oh, alright, he spoke sweetly, his peacock feather was sweet, his lips were sweet. His thick curly hair was sweet. 'that's it, he must be the emperor of sweetness.' Really, Omega had never seen such a perfect android in his entire existence. 'That's the robotic form of God doofus; of course, he would be perfect.'
It made him realized that he was not perfect...but then, this means he could enjoy seeing something greater and grander than him.
Yes...Omega was...to see something Naturally greater than him. Omega could not help but feel respect and awe, especially at one so pleasing to the eyes.
Still, Krishna-bot looked a bit too frail for Omega's taste...he rather likes the Narashima Animatronic, the one ripping the demon apart with his bloody nails.
Copy-God racked his gloriously golden eyes over Zero's broken form. A frown marring his round, moon-like face, devoid of facial hair or flaws. "Hmm…yes, he is quite broken. Your twin is heavily covered by ignorance, thinking illusion to be real, and reality to be an illusion." He spoke gravely. "But fear not, Oh my friend. Your brother is in good hands. As long as you remain with my Devotee's, then all auspiciousness will rain down on both of you."
Omega stared blankly. "what?"
Krishna gave a crooked smile. "Just stick to my Karuna-Sindhu das, and Yavata das and everything will be fine." The robotic form of God spoke simply.
"Oh…" Omega remained silent, looking back at Zero. He really wanted to trust Robo-Krishna, but there was this hidden mischievousness Omega was weary of. It reminded him too much of the two abominable 'baby' elves.
They had this knack for causing trouble to reploids…the more powerful, the better for them. And they were programmed to act like babies, meaning with complete innocence and no concept of right and wrong.
Which was complete and utter bullshit. They knew what they were doing, they knew what would cause the most Chaos, and they love the pain and agony they would cause others.
They were creations of Weil, after all.
And guess who were their favourite target?
That's right…Copy-X and himself.
'what is it with me and other reploids Copies?' First, there was Zero…technically not a copy of him…but not…well, he was the original in a different body, while Omega was in the original, enjoying all the power that lurked in there. Then there was Copy X...and finally Copy-God.
Then a thought came to Omega.
'Maybe I should Give Zero his body back…' and then he blinked… 'Oh…'
"What's the matter, my friend?" Krishna-bot asked. His voice too perfect to be robotic.
"I'm…I'm not this body! I just realized this body's like an armour, and…who am I?" He asked as he felt a peculiar type of fear grab at his throat.
He was not this body, meaning he was not Omega... so who was he?
What was he?
A joyful smile spread's Krishna's lips further, revealing his pearlescent teeth.
"You are my eternal servant, someone I love and care about...and someone who lives and care for me also…now, I wanted to tell you, you may find some useful tools and material for Zero's well-fare. Just be careful not to overwhelm him." And with that, the absolutely perfect Krishna-bot rose to his feet in one fluid movement.
It was mesmerizing.
"If you go in a straight line, you'll find a curtain on a wall, look behind it; there should be a door to the maintenance area," Krishna pointed to the location. "You may need to break the lock tough."
"wait..you mean, I can break something here?" Omega exclaimed with great glee. Karuna had told him in no uncertain therm that he should behave himself and not get into trouble. Usually, Omega would just ignore it and just ravage the place for fun, but…he had a feeling He would not come out of the fight unscathed. Ribbon or not.
Krishna gave an elegant shrug. "The lock is cheap and jams too often. that, or it doesn't close properly, the one who buys what is needed simply doesn't see the need the fix it, desiring to save money." Krishna gave this mischievous grin to Omega. "I was meaning to break it myself, but-"
"You look way too weak for that," Omega smirked. It was not really true, for the robot seemed to have powerful arms. But for all he knew, It could just be some padding.
Krishna's long eyes grew dinner plate wide, and he pursed his lips. "Me? Weak?"
"well, your not the original, you know. Your just a copy of God, so-"
"Whether I'm a copy or not means nothing. The original Krishna and I are one. I am Krishna, and thus have all the strength, power, wisdom, intelligence, wealth…and I can give it all up if I do so desire...just like my original form in Goloka." Krishna declared with his left hand to his chest. "I am omnipotent and omnipresent; there's no difference between me, my form, my names and my pastimes!"
Omega rolled his eyes. "yeah…you keep on believing that." Copies never were stronger than the…
He lowered his eyes to his own copy…the one that kept killing him over and over again.
'without the help of mother elf, the guardians would arrive to see me explode.' It was a sobering thought. This copy...Zero, the original one, was in a copy and yet didn't need the raw power Omega had to rain destruction on him.
Omega looked back up to Krishna; the deep dark blue bot was looking at the black and crimson catastrophe with compassion and empathy that went beyond anything Omega had experienced…and also a bit of triumph.
Omega huffed…he'll let the puppet have this one.
"anyhow, you may want to act now. The exhibit is about to be open to the public." Krishna gently warned. "By the way, thank you for improving the computer system." He beamed.
"Bah, t'was nothing really." For the first time in his life, Omega felt flustered…
He had never been thanked for anything…let alone by someone more beautiful than he.
It was such a novel experience.
"Alright, I have to go; my Prana is waiting for me."
"Hey! Wait!" Omega reached for Copy-Krishna. The most beautiful and advanced Animatronic smoothly turned around; not even humans could move with such grace.
"Yes, my friend?" He asked, his golden eyes overflowing with love and care.
"Well...Ummm...do you have a pair of spare arms?" He asked as politely as he could. "It's for my Zero..."
Krishna smiled, once again stealing Omega's mind.
"I think I have a few for him. Just be patient." and with that, the Krishna-bot turned and left Omega and Zero, returning to his own exhibit.
Once He was Gone, Omega realized that the whole place seemed even more empty. He turned to his Copy…his twin, hopping his quiet presence would chase away how eerily quiet the place was.
He had heard Karuna use this therm, twins, and while Omega at first loathed being put in the same folder as the glitching, inferior copy. He had come to the staggering realization.
The body he was in and Zero's body were built on the same template, from the same blueprints and thus were from the same creator. Meaning they were as close to being siblings as a reploid had any right to. Not only that, but even among human twins, one was weaker than the other.
Zero was obliviously...
He was obliviously the more powerful of the two...Omega had the raw power, but Zero had the experience. Of course, his copy was about as dangerous as a leg-less human; just dropping him would cause his hardware to fail.
But…Omega decided that killing Zero was not fun. A dead Zero was a boring Zero.
Stuffing his copy...twin back in the black duffle bag, Omega followed Krishna's direction and managed to find the utility room.
It was…not really small, a bit cluttered, but overall nicely organized and clean despite the rain and the smog hanging in the air. Lined on the numerous shelves were cans of oil, well-maintained tools, paper, solvents, paints,, and numerous bits and bobs assorted in different jars, boxes,, and bags.
Not knowing were to start but desiring to fix his twin, Omega took Zero out of his bag and gently laid him down on the table, making sure his hair was not a tangled mess of disintegrating nanites.
How hard could it be?
Ishani devi dasi stood in front of the door of the serving queen on Nava-Varsana, most commonly called the Chernobyl Hare Krishna Eco-Village.
She was of average height, her hair and skin were almost a milky white, and her red-eyed indicated that she lacked melamine. She wore a white sari with a golden border on her wrists and forehead. Stigmata marred their porcelain-like features. the remnants of old scars that happened a life prior.
She looked at the door, wondering if she should come in or not. 'Uttara's been broody since yesterday...well, more broody than usual.' being a bird, the queen of Nava-Varsana had her...quirks.
Nothing bad, she would mother those smaller than herself, would call out guests on the eastern wall and liked to make a nest, but otherwise, she was not that different from the rest of the congregation. Save for her black wings, nuclear powers and height.
Still...this morning, she did not come out of her room for the Mangala-Arati, nor for the Tulasi-Puja. She was not even present for the morning announcement, the Guru-Puja...and she was still in her room when they had opened the curtains again for the Srngara-Arati.
Meaning...something was wrong with her.
'Oh, father...please give me the intelligence require to alleviate the pain of your pure devotee." She prayed with folded palms.
'Oh, Ishani, go in her room and listen to her. My Uttara needs a friend to open her heart to. The pregnancy of the best friend is upsetting her.' The lord, Sri Krishna, explained from within her heart.
'yes, father...understood.'
'And please, you may call me friend, I am more than just God; the Father you know?'
'I know...but I...I still am not ready for this. I'm still trying to kiss your lotus feet after all.' And with that, Ishani went to knock on the door.
"Uttara, it's me, Ishani...may I come in?"
The Vaishnavi heard some shuffling coming from the otherwise quiet room and the door open, revealing the exceedingly tall hell bird.
She wore only her petticoat raised over her 'breast' and under her wings. She looked ruffle, un-preened and absolutely miserable.
Quite a far cry from the nuclear superpower who held the world in her gentle yet strong grip.
Ishani was about to ask her friend how she was, but before she could utter a word, Uttara had grabbed the shorter woman and brought her inside her room and in her nest, hushing over the returned son of God as if trying to protect her from the cruel world of man. In her nest were doll of the Lord, volley-balls, beach ball and even some egg-plush.
Obliviously, Uttara wanted to nurture...but this had been taken away from her.
The hell-corvid began preening Ishani, the eyes of the Yatagarasu warm at her back. She knew Uttara was broody and thus had this intense desire to cuddle and nurture those she saw as smaller and weaker than her.
Which means practically everyone in their congregation.
'As long as she doesn't try to feed me...'
And thus, Ishani, manifesting the patience of the saint she was, let Uttara baby her to her heart content.
Eventually, Uttara decided to break her mutism.
"... there are two children." She began, her quiet voice loud in the confine of her room. "both are...were soldiers. One...one is scared, he's so scared. And sad and...and angry, and confused." she grew quiet again. Showering Ishani with her very warm tears. "He was always alone... he never knew any loving touch... he only knew pain."
"and...how about the other one." the great saint asks with a gentleness only she could manifest.
"the other one...he's still plugged to my egg."
At that, Ishani raised a brow...' those children...are they electronic? no...or maybe tsukumogami.'
Uttara hugged Ishani closer. "Ishani...he's...he's dying... He's so weak...so sad." the saintly hell raven choked out. "He's...oh...he's suffered so much...he lost so much...and he's so close, so close to Vraja!" she sobbed. "Oh, my child...you had your heart broken so often...and he died...he died so often...he's suffering...so much suffering..." The great Yatagarasu reborn burst into tears.
'oh...Okuu." Now Ishani could understand why Uttara had not come out of her den for so long.
"I have to...I need to reach them...those poor children...they...they need me...I need them...Oh Krishna, I kept praying for my very own clutch; why did you have to but them so far away from me..." she held Ishani tighter...and Ishani...
Ishani's brain had stopped working at the fact that Uttara thought those were her own.
True, it was an admirable, praiseworthy sentiment for one whose life began as a hellish carrion bird. And one who almost burned the world with 'divine' nuclear flames, ignoring the existence of the Hakurei conceptual barrier. one of the most secure hermitages in the world. (Something the even Yamuna had admitted should not even be a possibility...) One who had the world in her grip after threatening to burn it if the Hare Krishna could not distribute books and practice their spirituality wherever they wanted.
If Uttara were just an average hell raven, Ishani would've wholeheartedly moved sky and mountain to help her friend find those two innocent children, even going as far as to revive the dying one and raise them with Uttara, gently leading the two fortunate souls back home, back to Godhead. But...two things prevented the returned saint from following her heart.
First...humans could not be plugged into the egg-generator. Meaning they were probably a pair of Tsukumogami...and Tsukumogamis were never 'born' young since those were the Ghostly owner of the object they would inhabit.
And Tsukumogamis didn't require to be charged since the soul that inhabited them were parts and parcels of God, atomic particles of Sri-Krishna's unlimited potencies. And while they would live off of food, the only thing they needed was air.
No, the whole thing about feeding on fear was a hoax made by some pseudo-god because he hated his neighbour.
The other problem was with Uttara herself, or more specifically, the power she wielded.
Oh sure, she could go as she pleased, unopposed by any forces on earth. (save Yamuna (maybe), Revati, Maricha and probably Chintamani, the ice fairy.) But it would also put the entire world in a state of nuclear unrest...even if Uttara was the last nuclear 'weapon' that existed, having eaten whatever was there.."
"Uttara..." Ishani began, praying to her Lord for the intelligence required to steer Uttara away from her desire to travel. "You know, you just need to tell me were those children are. I can travel freely, and I'm sure I can find them for you." the returned saint spoke logically.
Uttara remained silent, but Ishani could just feel her determination.
"They're in India right now." The returned saint sighed. But her relief was a short-lived one.
Uttara got up from her nest, exuding determination and went to grab some clothes...all the while without letting go of Ishani.
Being well over seven feet tall, the average-sized woman could only helplessly dangle from the hell crow's arms.
"Um...Uttara? Can you let me go?" She meekly asked, hoping her gut's feelings were wrong.
"Oh...yeah, sure. You need to pack our luggage's don't you?" Uttara asked as she gently deposited Ishani in a convenient chair. Then, she covered herself with a white blouse, a fresh new petticoat and an emerald green sari...a simple one made of silk and free from any form of embroidery.
Ishani's brain ground to a halt.
"wait...what?"
"If I want to find those two fledglings, I need to get in India, you know. And since you are so trustworthy, you'll be able to sneak me in!" Uttara joyfully explained as she preened her expansive black wings. "Besides, you never went to any of the holy places of pilgrimage; it'll do you some good Ishani."
"whu...no, wait. Uttara. You can't be serious!" the saint protested. "I can't...I don't...I don't even have a ticket-"
"Oh, I already book it for you; if your quick, we can reach the airport in 3 hours; I got you a nice first-class seat in my private jet close to the windows, just as you like them!" Uttara joyfully declared as she went out of her spacious room, her long stride leaving Ishani in the proverbial dust as she tried to kick he brain back in high gear.
Once she managed this particular Miracle, the saintly albino ruched down to the woman's ashram, it seemed her divine Father had arranged for a field trip...and for her to break quite a few laws.
Back in New Delhi, at the top of Krishna-Hill. Omega watched in awe as over a hundred persons of different ethnicity, age and gender chanted and danced in front of the altars for the pleasure of the Lord.
The temple room was...well, it used to be quite big to him, but now, with this sea of jubilant humanity, the place was cramped, hot, humid and stank with the smell of sweat from the dancing and singing crowd.
"What...what's going on?" Omega managed to ask Yavata. "why is everyone dancing like that?" He had never seen so many humans moving they body in unison for a reason other than him raining destruction. It was... awe-inspiring and The God of destruction could not help but realize that those humans' energy output did not match their frame.
He had never felt such energy in his entire life, such bliss, such jubilation.
'I never lived...those guys...those squishy humans are alive.'
*That's called Harinama Sankirtana.* Yavata sent through SMS. *Basically, they were chanting the holy names of God, the Maha-Mantra, in a group to please their Lordship. The Ceremony you saw is called the srngara-Arati, it's the second arati or worship, or they get dressed for the day and finished their breakfast. After that, it will be the Srimad-Bhagavatam class and finally breakfast for everybody else.*
Omega made a sound from the back of his throat. The Deities in the back were beautiful, the atmosphere was festive, and his morale was down...
He had done his best to fix Zero...he only managed to make a mess and realized just how scraped the red legend was.
'So much for Yamuna's repair...' He grumbled internally, Zero's sad form, covered in oil burned in the front of his RAM. Oh, and let it be known that Karuna-Sindhu was a force to reckon with when angered.
No, The plant did not hit him, But he had made Omega clean the entire workshop until it was cleaner than when the God of Destruction had entered.
It felt...humiliating. Omega was a force of technology, artificial destruction sealed in a human-shaped vessel that could withstand the rage that moved him! Not a...
Roomba.
*Omega, please don't make that face. Karuna and I told you to behave.* Yavata send. *You deserve your punishment, young man. I hope you learned your lesson.*
The walking apocalypse made a noise at the back of his throat. "Don't go against Karuna...or you. And don't lie or blame Krishna for my mistakes...happy?"He mouthed, knowing Yavata could read what he had just said on his phone's display.
*and watch the attitude, Omega.*
Omega pinched his lips together as he turned his attention back to the ceremony. The priest, a Pujari, offered to Radha-Partha-sharathi some incense and flowers as the congregation chanted and danced, the Hare-Krishna Maha-Mantra filling the atmosphere with its unmistakable resonance.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare.
'They keep chanting it...' Omega remembered hearing the mantra on Karuna-Sindhu's lips, reading it on Yavata's lips also...and he had heard it from Gargi and...
*Yavat das...why is everyone chanting this Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare. Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare code?* Omega asked.
Yavata stared at Omega for a bit, and then he beamed, Blinding the mad reploid with a thousand what smile. *Ah, that's the Maha-Mantra, the great Mantra of Liberation. This Mantra...this divine song is the cure for all ills in the world, the supreme peace formula. The source of real pleasure and the last words in the Vedic literature.* Yavata explained with child-like enthusiasm. *Omega, I've chanted this mantra for over five years now; it's saved me...It saved me from death, from anxiety, from sadness, it saved me from a terrible situation...this mantra...this Mantra gives everything that's actually valuable...Oh friend, I could go one for hours trying to explain to you the greatness of this Mantra, but the best way to understand it is to chant it.*
*The proof of the pudding is in the eating.* he ended.
Omega stared at him... "eating? Pudding?"
*...*
*The proof of the energen is in the filled tank...basically, you need to try it to know.*
"Oh!... I see." Omega nodded, now understanding what Yavata had said.
Basically, he knew he had killed due to the blood and the rush he felt...meaning he could feel the bliss the devotees felt if he himself began chanting.
...
The walking apocalypse looked at the jubilant crowd dancing and chanting with such enthusiasm; the walls and the ground shook. Omega opened his mouth...
And then began to Chant the Hare Krishna Mantra, trying to emulate the tones and pitch of the song the Hare Krishna's were signing.
Obliviously, he missed a few notes, and he hated how his voice sounded...it was not organic, it wasn't pleasing to his ears and he felt stupid!
'what would my enemies think of me now? And Zero? He would never let me live it down!' His mind provided.
And then he realized...
Zero was...acting less dead. He was making some sound from his bag. Obliviously, it sounded like a broken radio with a very busted speaker stuck between two channels. But still, his t...twin was reacting to something.
Yavata took Omega's shoulder and excitedly began to shake it, and it was only due to the stupid ribbon that Omega did not paint the temple a pretty shade of red.
Not that it would fit with the divine decor anyway.
"WHAT!"Thankfully, Omega could still snap at people barring his fangs, it was not as satisfying, but for now, it was all he could do.
Unperturbed by his glowing red eyes and sharp fangs, Yavata began to write to the God of destruction.
* It's the Holy name! ZER0'S REACTING TO HARINAMA PRABHU!* he sent as he began to jump in place with arms upraised.
Omega raised a brow. "Ok...and?"
Yavata stared at Omega, and then his eyes and smile filled with compassion only elders seemed to hold for the younger one.
*Omega, it means he heard it, The holy names of God are as powerful as He is...and an unlimited amount of time more merciful. * Yavata explained, his snow blue gaze never leaving the black bag Zero was in. *Right now, he's receiving the mercy of Lord Gauranga, the Savior of the most fallen, and His divine brother, Nityananda. This...no matter what happens, it will be auspicious for Zero.*
'Auspicious...this...it means everything will be good.' a small smile drew itself on Omega's lips, a genuine smile devoid of madness and thirst for blood.
Everything would be fine... everything would work out in the end.