“This appears to be a previously unknown part of the tale of Durga versus Mahishasura from the Temple of Anahita”

Decoded by Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones 1876. Embellished by Jimp

It came to pass that Mahishasura sat upon his conqueror’s throne, elevated high above the floor of his mighty temple. He sat upon a huge seat fashioned from layers of skulls and bones from thousands of slain humans which made the plain of cowering slaves sorely afraid as they lay prostrate before him. The face of the demon lord was a garish green, the upper part framed in black while red covered the lower from ear to ear. He was not as they and he wanted them to know it. A black strip ran across his wide glaring eyes while the thick luxuriant red moustache of which he was so proud sat above his wide red mouth and was upturned at his cheeks. White bony knobs on the tip of his broad nose and upon his forehead worn proudly proclaimed his evil. Resplendent in golden ornaments, the demon king was unashamedly naked, proudly displaying his massive physique. The humans trembled at the very sight. It seemed to them that his very muscles themselves had muscles. He puffed up his mighty chest as broad as 5 or 6 humans and covered with thick curled black hair. Between legs as thick as the oldest oak, the grey-haired human Queen sucked upon his tremendous lingam, her jaw straining to contain its mighty girth. Her subjects averted their eyes but he pointed a finger at the council of 13. “Make sure they watch her subjugation or you will be next and it will not be from the front” he decreed and the ministers rushed to obey. “Where is your saviour now?” Mahishasura spoke in a loud voice that rumbled from distant mountains like thunder. “I am your God now”.

Man had been created to relieve the Gods from the tedium of the work of agriculture, irrigation and building. Now the demons used them for warfare. The Queen almost drowned upon his seed but Mahishasura was unconcerned. He summoned forth Namar and commanded him to capture the Goddess Durga and bring her to him.

After the slaying of Chikrashur [ECHO#02], Namar intended to overwhelm the Goddess with the multitude of his army. Driving his sky chariot powered by the energy of the suns themselves, his team of demons drove a legion of humans before them with whips and chains. Cresting the foothills of the mountain, a line of women appeared before them cloaked and hooded in black. These were not of a human line but the supervisors, a female race to whom the gods had delegated oversight of their workforce. Taller, stronger and faster than humans, but without their reproductive weaknesses they were naturally skilled in combat. A band of red across their eyes signified danger. The humans faltered but the demons drove them on. Speaking with a single voice that humans were ingrained into their very being to obey, the robed women spoke “HALT. TURN AROUND. RETURN TO THE MINES AND DO NOT RETURN”. As one, the humans turned around and left the field of battle, unable to disobey no matter how hard the demons flayed them. With great anger, Namar hurled a whirlwind of biting sand at the women. At a blink, red lenses appeared over their eyes as they stood firm. Cursing, Namar took to his sky chariot and shot a volley of arrows towards the Vindhya Mountain. As a result, the whole mountain was covered by innumerable arrows. Yet none touched the supervisors for they were blessed with the protection of the Goddess.

Anahita, who some call Maa Durga amongst other names, stepped forth dressed in an imperial red saree with gold trim that clung to a full shapely figure in such manner that instilled longing among all who viewed her with every movement she made. She was stunningly beautiful with light tanned skin with a small delicate looking face, a slim elegant nose and a small sensual mouth that any man longed to kiss. Her long hair flowed loose like a dark river down her back. Under long sleek arching eyebrows were brown almond shaped eyes with thick eyelashes that captivated all who gazed upon her and stirred the linga. She stood over two heads taller than the tallest man with such simple elegant beauty that when she smiled, the demons could not but smile back but the Goddess was not in the mood for courtship. This defiant act had made her wrought with fury. With ten sets of weapons in as many hands, she carved a bloody path through their midst. Her face remained calm and gentle as she became a whirlwind of death. All around her, the sun flashed off whirling steel and spilt blood. Some were slain by the sword, others by her mace or war hammer and many by her arrows. Even her lion-mount Simha killed many demons.

The demons were completely surprised by the ferociousness of the attack. Filled with the lust of the battle, Anahita shred her saree and adopted her two armed form to reveal a battle halter of black leather that covered her large perfect breasts and a fringed leather girdle. Beautiful and delicate was her face but her body was powerful in stature yet with the charm of a woman. Smooth firm hairless skin covered a strong sturdy yet shapely body that radiated both immense strength and sexual allure. A woman’s face but a warrior’s arms thick and strident with muscle with veins as thick as creepers. Broad shoulders narrowed to a small waist set with a sturdy midriff. Legs were wide and bulging with such raw power that many moaned with dismay and longing in equal measure. The Goddess raised her arms to the sky then brought them down level with her wide shoulders. Many trembled as a terrifying mass arose upon her arms and hardened into high steep peaks like the mountains themselves. Yet others felt feelings of submissive desire, their trouser swords rising firm.