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What if Krishna had been more… Himself during the SMT Apocalypse event. What would've happened? Was he really evil? And why did he sound so suggestive when talking about salvation?

But more importantly… Where was his better half? And who is he anyway?

—-

The bar was silent; the heavy feeling of hopelessness had engulfed the safe haven for the demon hunter. Once again, they had lost it.

Their second hope.

But heavy sorrows weren't the only emotion that fueled the depressing bar atmosphere.

No.

For unlike the death of their beloved boss, a father to everyone, this one was also fueled by a deep feeling of betrayal.

Nanashi, the kid... their kid, raised by everyone in the Kinshicho station, had betrayed them over this one gaijin-god, a brown-skinned twink from the curry-smelling west.

That same motherfucking god that had killed their Oyabun via a sun god.

Fuck Krishna, Fuck the Divine Power... and Fuck Nanashi for abandoning his sister in her time of need AND the whole of Japan.

In her room, Asahi had fallen asleep in Nozomi's arms while Hallelujah fumed, the wall in front of him pockmarked and singed. Gaston had already left to reconvene with the angels, his parting words bitter and raw.

And Toki…-

Toki had left, probably to hunt for Nanashi and Krishna; their deaths were the only balm for her heart.

The only ones unaccounted for were Dagda and Lady Isabeau.

Nozomi covered her mouth as she swallowed back a sob.

When Nanashi had given his hand to Twinky McVillain, Dagda had stopped him.

And Krishna killed him, and Nanashi, that wet ass traitor, followed soon after.

Nozomi could still hear the horrible sound that Dagda's body produced when he fell tot he earth like a dried three husk, sounded about the same too.

Sure, he was an asshole. And many times, Danu would cry and lament her inadequacy as a mother. It was heartbreaking. But...

He was still Danu's last surviving son. Danu… had lost her will to continue; the death of her husband and the whole 'being stuck' under a stone dome, away from the sun and the moon, drained her more than expected.

Just like Nozomi's mom and dad...

…

Now, if only Nozomi could delete Twinky's… Krishna's angry face.

The moment the brown floozie realized that Dagda was playing keep away whit the teen Godslayer,his face had darkened, and his eyes reddened as a look of pure fury twisted his pretty face into something truly terrifying… yet still sexy.

'Why, Axiom, why did Krishna has to be this unfairly hot? I want to hate him, I want to be disgusted whit his stupid face but... goddamn it, he;s turning me in a ephebophile. I did not need that.' Nozomi tough with a sneer of pure disgust, causing Hallelujah to stare at her.

she flipped him off. her honnor finger straight, and manicured...

Nozomi brought her hand back down, still trying to wrap her mind on how Krishna managed to kill Dagda wiht his own nails.

While Nozomi sometime got cut by her own claws, she knew full well that those where by no mean effective weapons, being too soft to kill.

But Krishna...

Krishna did the impossible and killed a god. he did so whit a swipe of his short, human looking nails!

He killed Dagda, whose divine body was but bones encased in ancient tanned armor, not soft human flesh. but there was another layer to this contradiction.

Danu told Nozomi that no god could kill other gods, which was why one had to take a freshly killed soul and turn them into Godslayers, like Nanashi.

Cursed being walking the thin line between life and death. a puppet to other god's will, their own choice at the mercy of their patron's whims.

A God making a Godslayer was the same as a nation running ICBM testing and posting heavy artillery and infantry on the border of their closest disliked border. that's what Dadga did, Dagda... who had some rather... worrisome subject maters close to his heart.

like death, destruction of this wretched world, how their current God was a lazy, prolapsed ass, cruel sleemo who guzzled on faiths and the fearful tears of the little guys.

Nozomi could see it... but to destroy everything? Including one's very self?

But, in the end... Dagda got what he wanted... Krishna the fucking twink that poped out from his hole in the ground like a sexy... no, Attractive... Unfairly hot jack in the box killed him as if Dagda had been but a shit fly bothering him.

It was then that Nozomi knew how thoroughly fucked they were all where.

Krishna didn't need a Godslayer to kill gods, he could do it himself.

Hell, the fairy queen had the distinct feeling that even Y̷̶h̷̶V̷̶h̷̶ would stand no chance in front of the disarming abomination.

But what is the twink plan? He doesn't need any Godslayer so… what gives? Why take Nanashi and Flynn?

'This… I cannot even begin to divine his action.' Danu said both pensively and filled with dread. 'We can only wait, I'm afraid.'

"Heh, and once again, Queen Nozomi's a sitting duck on a glue trap." And she knew how it would all end… for anyone.

Humanity had lost.

Darkness… it was the darkness one faced on the cusp of waking up. The one that no one remembered, the one between dream and reality, the one that fades away upon waking up.

Nanashi… liked the darkness; it meant that he didn't have to go out to hunt; he didn't have to pick through trash and get yet another tetanus shot in less than a month because he was just this damn clumsy.

He was safe in his dream… Even his nightmares were better than the crap happening with the demons and angels.

Well, Flynn was making it better. Their messiah, the savior of the human race, the equalizer. But with him in the clutches of the polytheistic alliance...

Right… That's what he had been doing, rescuing Flynn…

It was their own damn fault for unsealing Krishna. Not that Dagda seemed all that against having the Indian deity out and about; he even took human form to binge on cheap booze with the rest of the hunters when their Messiah got taken to the Tsukiji temple. But instead of mourning their freedom from the dome, it was to celebrate the soon-to-be apocalypse and the birth of the new god.

Balling but… Who the fuck was the new god?

Was Nanashi..?

The youth inhaled sharply… But before his mind could follow the terrifying train of thought, an aroma like nothing before entered his nose and, like a bird, made a nest there.

It was… so good.

He inhaled longer and harder, squeezing the uber-soft pillow in his arms and legs harder, and he buried his face in its soft depths.

Bliss filled his heart, and tears filled his eyes as the aroma of… love, safety, and family encompassed his entire being.

Tears filled his eyes as he sobbed, remembering the indescribably beautiful Deity as they fought him. He was floating above the ground, his blue eyes filled with mirth despite the devastating attack he weathered. Unfazed and unharmed by anything.

Always playing his flute, his eyes never leaving Nanashi.

He had looked excited. Gleeful, even. But not the 'I'm going to wreck your shit and take names' or 'my death is just the first step to the ultimate plan' type of giddiness, but more of

'There you are, my dearest friend... I missed you so. And I'm so happy to see you again.'

That's how Krishna felt to Nanashi, his whole demeanor wasn't that of a god fighting to remain in his position, no. Krishna acted like he was meeting a friend.

So, it was with this in mind that Nanashi accepted Krishna's outstretched hand, only to be stopped by Dagda.

The last thing he remembered was Krishna's sweet, youthful face twisting into something truly terrifying, like the personification of ineluctable time and entropy itself. And raising his delicate hand, cut the head of the Celtic deity off his broad shoulders as if his fingernails were the sharpest of machetes.

At this time... at this time, the Hindu deity of unknown source and power looked all powerful. His anger is as unlimited as his beauty.

And then, with Dagda dead, his soul absorbed by Krishna. (Oh hell, the god ate souls.) Nanashi felt his borrowed time leave him, and he died a second time.

Wait a moment.

Nanashi... where is he right now? It didn't feel like the place he'd first woke up after Adramelech murdered him. And didn't Dagda once told him that the banks of the styx were overflowing with the dead? Charon being unable to ferry this many souls?

So.. why am I on a bed? And who the fuck am I cuddling with?

For the first time in his life, Nanashi woke up without the help of Asahi. and what met him...

It was so bright. More blinding than any limelight, or magnesium light.

And then the light lowered, and it became your average bedroom darkness, if the bedroom was in a temple smelling of sweet incense. The opulent bed was covered in sheets so white, it was practically a new color. The whole thing was covered in a canopy of pearls.

Alright… As long as he didn't wake up to see the Lilims, then everything should be fine.

But of course, he was holding a body in his arms. A nice, warm, and soft body lacking any type of boobage. So not a Lilim, a Sucubus, maybe it was an Apsara? Those were flat...

Taking a hold of all his courage, Nanashi opened his eyes and looked…

Well, he didn't see shit, because whoever was holding him had the hunter in a death grip. Thankfully, he (because it was obviously him) wasn't letting him go.

Suddenly, he heard another man chuckling.

"Batu, hush." One person who sounded remarkably like Krishna, said.

"Hee hee… My apologies, Rama. but how can I not make sounds at this auspicious sight?"

"I know, Krishna waited for him for so long… But seriously, why did you laugh?"

"Because, oh son of Rohini, when Krishna catches a friend, he does the same as when he catches a rowdy calf; he will not let him go, even in sleep."

"Bhaia's soft and sweet… I hate my job." A girl spoke bitterly, not sounding older than Asahi. "Krishna fainted upon entering this temple, you know? He does the same with every returning soul..."

Now Nanashi really wanted to get the hell out. Krishna was holding him to his chest, why the hell did Krishna, the leader of the divine power, held him so close?

And… friend? Nanashi would remember if he had a Hindu deity as a friend.

"And he's awake!" The girl spoke, dousing Nanashi with a bucket of cold dread. "I shall take my leave, Bhaia and his Sakha will be starving once fully awakened."

'Oh, I'm fully awake, bitch.' Nanashi thought... only to belatedly realize that he but himself in this situation by wanting to join Krishna because fuxk it, he seemed like the better option for the time. since there was no way he'd wanted to be... whatever Dagda wanted.

Welp... he's have to play it cool...

and if Asahi's opinion where to be believed, Nanashi didn't do cool, eh was a cringe Muppet whit hair as bad as his attitude.

"Indeed, I do feel faint with hunger." The man, Batu, said, only to yelp as the other young man, Rama, allegedly smacked him.

"Not you; you just ate."

"But a paltry amount, Balai. It was but a morsel, not even a stop gap." the man said dramatically. "Despite who you are, Baladeva, you shan't be spared the sin incurred by killing a Brahmana," Nanashi grins despite having been found out. Batu was just too funny.

"Oh, woe is me." Balarama(?) said equally dramatically. "I have already finished my second pilgrimage across India and only just returned home to my two lovely wies and kids; shall I perform another one in the land of the demon summoners?"

And thus, the bartering continued until it was clear that Krishna was merely faking his sleep, if the uncontrollable shaking on his whole body was any indication.

"Aho, Kana, why do you have to jest with us as such?" Batu said as he came closer. "I didn't get to wake you up. Which, as a perfect brahmana, is my prime duty."

At this declaration, Nanashi heard Balarama snort. "Paka Brahman… yeah, right, and I'm the Supreme Personality of Godhead." Baladeva sassed, and Nanashi could feel the side of the ridiculously perfect mattress dip. "Alright, Kanu. Up and at 'em. Subhadra's making breakfast, and you know how she hates to wait for you."

A fragrant puff of air played with Nanashi's hair, and Krishna huffed. "Alright…"

And then the world tilted, since apparently, Krishna didn't want to let the hunter go at all.

"Krishna, you're crying." Baladeva said it with a staggering amount of concern for the foreign deity. "What happened? Who did this?"

"No one, Balaram... I just had this wonderful dream where my friend returned to me. I saved him from a demon, you know." Krishna said as he hugged Nanashi ever so closer. Giving the teen an incalculable amount of bliss. "I miss him... I miss my Alokika."

Like…

Holy fuck! There was no comparison to it.

"Yeah, I remember... Also, are you aware, dearest brother, that you are now suffocating this very same Alokika?"

Krishna became very still, and he quickly peeled off Nanashi from his expansive chest, staring at the Hunter with unbound awe and love.

At this moment, Nanashi felt like he was the most precious being on earth. only to remember that this was Krishna, the asshole who kidnapped Flynn, practically killing the samourai of hope in front of the horrified eyes of the Hunter alliance.

The young boy watched with horror as Krishna's eyes filled with tears as he smiled.

And oh, what a sweet, unwordable smile it was.

"His name is Mukunda…"

"Alokika?"

"Nanashi… I'm Nanashi." Nnashi almost Simped on the good and greed that his name was Alokika... whatever the fuck that meant.

Krishna was just so... Urhg, Nnnnh… Attractive, it was causing Nanashi to...

" he shoved Krishna away wiht all his might, He was just way to close to comfort (not really, but Nanashi could not even think straight wiht how furiously happy he was. like... idamn, if this was the perk of being Krishna's Godsayer, then sing him in... oh, wait!

But instead of launching Krishna to the next five walls over, the blackish youth (wait, was it… some blue under the bronze skin?) merely moved back, staring at Nanashi as if He'd return from the dead, or manifested from the dream of a departed one.

The deity stared; his deep blue eyes still wet with tears - filled up once more as he once again began to touch Nanashi's face, as if fearing that he would disappear with the next blink of the eye.

'Holy crap, Krishna's hands are so smooth, so pleasant." The punk thought despite himself.

He just… couldn't help it, alright?

"You… Alokika… My Alokika…" To Nanashi's horror, the deity began to sob again, becoming the definition of a 'cry cutie.' But instead of crying tears of water, he cried tears of ice.

Wicked… freaky, but wicked.

"Uh… Krishna?" Nanashi began, not knowing what to do, as Krishna wrapped his corded arms around Nanashi's neck, crying on his shoulder.

And yes, his tears were cold. Not painfully so… actually, they were quite pleasant.

Everything was pleasent about Krishna, and Nanashi knew he would always chose him over Dagda from now on...

Krishna wasn't a Godslayer, ergo, Dagda would probably pop out from a random crack at the worst moment possible... or maybe not/

And... for some unknown reason, Nanashi felt his own eyes filled with tears. A wave of uncontrollable emotions overtook the godslayer, and he too began to cry.

For some reason… he felt like… Krishna was a dear friend. A dear friend that got eaten by demons but somehow popped up again, no worse for wear. no his savior.

But…

How?

Not that Nanashi could even think straight, too busy crying his heart out, sharing Krishna's emotions, essentially becoming one with him yet different.

He... missed him, even if Nanashi was sure he'd never even heard of the Hindu deity before the well.

Hell, Akira…

Akira stared at the richly decorated altar; to its left was Gaura-Nitai, their bodies marble white and their hands raised up high; to the left most were Jagannath, Subhadra, and Baladeva. In the middle were the presiding deities, Radha-Govinda, in their nightly silken kimonos—their huge, lotus petal-broad eyes filled with love and compassion.

Akira bowed again as the temple devotees, humans and demons alike, sang the mangala-arotik song, the Guruvashtamak, the eight stanza in glories of the guru.

"Alokika… It's time to go." said a demon with grey skin, wearing sutra paper as a haori and paper glasses. Beside him was a bull-man demon, a minotaur.

Both looked sombre, like hunters about to leave one final time.

Nanashi shook his head, and instead of the flute playing Govind standing on an altar, ready for the night, it was flute-playing Krishna, staring at the young hunter with eyes filled with concern.

"He Sakhe… Is everything well? You looked… lost in a past memory."

"Shut up." Nanashi snapped without much heat, despite his own cheeks burning in shame. Instead of lingering on a vision, the teen turned his attention to the other presences in the room.

there where four boys, not counting himself and Krishna: One was a fat Brahmana with very fair skin and an impressive mustache. (That's Madhumangala, my heartfelt friend.) Another one was a young boy the same age as Krishna (and Nanashi, by extension) with dark blue skin and a yellow cloth tied around his waist as a pair of pants. (Sridama, my life and soul.) Beside him was a younger boy, and the only reason Nanashi knew it was a boy was due to his flat chest; he wore a dark blue dhoti, and his eyes never left Krishna's face. (Subala, dearest and nearest of mine).

Actually, all of those boys kept looking at Krishna with cottony, soft gazes; it was clear He was well loved.

The last boy in the room looked exactly like Krishna, down to the shape of his eyes. The only difference between him and the deity of the well was his colour.

While Krishna was blackish, almost blue under the right lighting, the other one was practically as white as milk, or like the full moon that he'd caught a glimpse of out of Shesha's hole, and his hair was golden yellow.

And yet…

"It's not black." Nanashi murmured under his breath.

Somehow… Nanashi knew that this... this was so wrong.

All His colors where wrong.

Douji raised an elegant brow, a playful smile on his glossy lips. "It isn't," he said, then gestured at his little brother. "Krsna here wanted us to look a bit different, so that the Deva-gana would leave us alone. Meaning that I had to bleach my raven black hair, and he… Krishna, I still don't know how you managed to put the color of your body in your hair." The eldest of the two said it tiredly as he rubbed his face.

Krishna grinned unrepentant. "I'm awesome, that's why!" He did the finger-gun thingy.

"Of course you are." Douji said with crossed arms and an eye-roll.

Those were the most graceful movements Nanashi had the chance to witness.

"Also, A… Nanashi, you wanted to join my side back at Hongwanji; so I had to get you out of here and out of the demon's clutches." Krishna said as he pulled Nanashi to his feet. "That nasty, double crossing Asura. He says he's surrendered to me but keeps a knife in his back to stab me." he said, shaking his head in sheer disappointment. "Oh well, he returned to me. Perhaps I shall give him another chance in my next breath." The dark-skinned youth said with a sigh.

"The Asura… you mean… Dagda?" Nanashi asked with dread, pressing his right hand to his heart.

It was beating as strong as it should, an anomaly in itself, and Dagda's green markings had faded.

And yet, he still lived.

"Yes, what a shame that the son of Danudevi was infected with nihilism. He had redeeming qualities in him, but... when you surrendered to me, I could not tolerate seeing his claim on you," Krishna said with a frown. "When someone surrenders to me, then it is my duty to reciprocate accordingly."

"Yes, and by accordigly, our Kanu meant that if you do one step towards him, he does ten." Batou said as he gave the younger teen a gentle, friendly shove, and Krishna's perfect cheeks gained a pink hue. "but that Rasal got what he deserved, like all the wretched Demons in this dank, wretched world!"

"You killed him." The Greenette accused.

"Kill what?" Krishna asked with a tilt of his head and a quirk of his perfect brows.

Seriously, could anything more perfect exist?

…

Moving on.

"Dagda, you know..." Nanashi trailed off. "Wasn't he working for you?"

Krishna sighed sadly as his gaze touched the floor. "I thought he did." He spoke sadly, and Douji placed a supportive hand on Krishna's shoulder. "He just… I gave him what he wanted; he's now part of me, devoid of anything but its existence in mine." More tears fell.

"Kanu, The guy was a rascal demon. Back home, when you kill a demon, you don't cry. Why cry for him? He was puffed up." Sridama spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. "Or maybe, you're crying because I defeated you in wrestling yesterday." The dark blue boy spoke with a prideful smirk.

This broke Krishna out of his pity party (For Dagda, of all people). And, stared at Sridama in pure indignation. "You did not!" He blustered. "I held your shoulders firmly to the ground, Sridama. You only got out because Subhadra rang the dinner bell! Nothing more!"

"Oh, please." Sridama scoffed. "Kanu, when was the last time you've even won a wrestling match? Heck, even Madhu, over there." He gestured at the portly man. "Has won more matches than you, and he never plays!"

"Haa!" The fat teen blustered. "Oh, how dare you insult my wrestling prowess, Sridama? I'll have you know that I only sit on the sidelines out of mercy for you, fragile Ego. why-"

Someone grabbed Nanashi's arm; it was Douji. The oldest boy had a fond expression of exasperation written all over his face. "They never change... Come, Sakha, after the terrible ordeal you went through, me think a nice bath would do you a world of good." He spoke as he dragged Nanashi away from the boys' squabble.

—-

"So, you're Balarama, Krishna's big brother.'' Nanashi said as the white skinned youth rinsed off the fragrant oil from his skin using a pitcher made of Philosopher stones. "Are you like... wins or something?" He asked after bieng stripped of all cloth in a bathoom that had nothing to do wiht any bathroom he'd ever seen, there was no shower heads, no tubs, just a dais an a seat. and no Balarama didn't leave Nanashi to figure out how to was himself, instead, he's called a few servent boy to help him out.

Like... Nanashi didn't remember hearing anybody by the name of Abhay and Bimal, but one thing was for sure, they where eager to serve, and expert in their craft of... helping.

Honestly, it was clear that Balarama didn't need any help to purify a dirty underground dweller, not that Nanashi was that filthy to begin wiht but hey... clean water was a premium and the nameless orphan from Kinchisho wouldn't spit on it, not even if he had to endure the expert care of a God and his servant.

Hell, they didn't even use buckets.

Nanashi thought it was some quartz. But no, not so. It was the touted philosopher stone, a stone that was said to be able to change lead into gold. and Douji used a pot made of those to wash awake the oil and grime off Nanashi's scrawny body as if it were your everage plastic bucket.

Alright then… If this was how being treated by Indian deities was going to be, Nanashi chose to remain quiet as the blond lavished the scrawny hell-rat with what could only be the greatest spa day ever.

Balarama had massaged his body with fragrant oils that had warmed his heart and cooled him simultaneously. Even his brittle punk hair had been oiled and massaged to its penultimate softness.

Then the god showered Nanashi's body with fragrant water. He was still doing it, making sure not even a speck of dust was left on Nanashi's body.

And... was Nanashi still dreaming? Or was the water black and white?

Balarama laughed, the sound was... undescirbebly bubbly and beautiful."No, I'm older then him by... ah, sometime it's a few day, other time it;'s a few month bu never more then a year. My birth was a bit more complicated then what one would expect, though. I have another Mother then Krishna, Rohini. But we share a father, Vasudeva. But… me and Krishna consider our foster dad our best dad. His Name is Nanda, and he is the King of the cowherd man of Vrindavan. and his wife, Mother Yashoda... she is more my mother then my own."

Nanashi grunted as he pushed away the water that had flushed his eyes. "Vrindavan, where is that?"

"Everywhere." Balarama replied wiht a smirk as he was given a towel by another young boy, an aid; Abhay.

The funny thing is, Nanashi never noticed them; they appeared as if summoned by a thought.

"So… that's… the expanse."

"Yes, the forest of Vrinda is also called the expanse or Vraja."

"Huh… So why are you here? In kinshicho, I mean. Why was Krishna sealed?" Nanashi asked as one of Balarama's assistants handed the God some soft cotton towels. "Like, what did he do?"

"We… we're in Japan, giving mercy to all.." Balarama answered curtly, his suppressed rage hot enough to make the room grow warmer by a few degrees.

"... that's it?" Nanashi asked after he'd realized that the white one had nothing else to say.

"That's it… Those... angels, those who follow the 'Big Head Guy'… they sealed Krishna just because… Just because he chose to come to Japan to give the fish eaters a chance to worship him." He reiterate, his mounting anger palpable in the very ether, hell even his blackish blue eyes now resembled the eyes of an angry snake.

"My Krishna doesn't need worshipers! No, He is self satisfied and self-empowered. The only reason He makes himself available for the horde of His wayward Marginal potencies, the conditioned souls, is for their benefits only."

Nanashi stared at the whitish one after all the water drained from his hair, washing away all the styling gel and hours of work he's put in to make his style.

Just... what type of God was Krishna anyway? and why did he felt like the apocalypse was upon them? just... who the hell was Balarama?

"So... YhVh sealed Krishna away in the well... because Krishna... was doing humanitarian work?" Nanashi tried not to have his voice waver too much, and hoping that his fishing for information would not... trigger the Indian god.

Balarama paused to think for a moment. His reddish lips (no lip stick, but dang, that shade~) opened as he tried to work out what the youngest teen had said. Then he shrugged, his anger still present, but under the tightest control ever. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Uh, so, Krishna's good."

"Always is, and always will be."

"So why did he kill my dad? Why did he attack Kinshicho and-"

"The Divine Power did sanction those raids." Balarama admitted. "But you have to understand, Nanashi, that my Krishna will advent himself among the conditioned ones to get rid of the miscreants and give pleasure to his Bhatka." Balarama raised a red-tinged hand. "As for your father, I have sent him, along wiht Flynn and all other who wished to leave this horrible place, to the 'New Universe."

"The new universe, what is-"

But before Nanashi could ask any further questions, the door to the bathroom was flung open by Krishna, carrying a basket of clothes. "He, Sakha, got you some garb. I... Only wore them yesterday, so they should still be good!" Balarama's younger brother spoke wiht weet innocence and love as he approached Nanashi whit ground eating strides. "Don't worry if you don't know how to wear it, I'll handle everything, just stay still for a bit, alright?"

And suddenly, whatever had happened to the boss of Kinshicho lost all importance.

—-

Meanwhile, in Nabadwip, The boss followed Issachar to Flynn's hospital room.

Another title for this fic is: Obscure Vaishnava rasik knowledge, the fanfic. Balarama, Madhumagala, Sridama, Subala and Subhadra are not OCs, and if you want to know more about them, read the Krishna book.

you know... a real book, in the real world?

or the audio version will do, I guess.