The Birth of Vaitarak: The Unspeakable Form

The night sky burned red like a wound in the heavens. The fires of Aghori’s demon forge lit up the ruined battlefield, spreading shadows across the destroyed trees and cracked earth. Everything around looked like the world had already ended — but the real ending was just beginning.

Rudra stood in the center of the broken ground, breathing heavily. His clothes were torn, his skin bruised, and his bracelet — the divine one gifted by the ancient guardians — was shaking violently on his wrist.

Valmiki watched him from a distance, his hands glowing with white light.
Aghori, on the opposite side, laughed like a madman while calling more demon soldiers out of the dark holes he opened on the ground.

Rudra felt something inside his body — something new, something dangerous.

It wasn’t like his previous demon forms.

This time, something ancient was waking up.

“Rudra, stop!” Valmiki shouted, sensing the change. “That energy… it is not from this world! Control it before it controls you!”

But it was already too late.

The bracelet cracked.

A thin, black fog leaked out, swirling around Rudra’s arm. The fog felt alive, as if it had millions of tiny whispers inside it.

Rudra grabbed his head as the whispers grew louder and louder.

“Release me…”
“Let me out…”
“I am Vaitarak… the forgotten terror…”

Rudra screamed.

The sky twisted. The ground shook.

Aghori stepped back, shocked. “THIS… THIS IS NOT FROM ANY DEMON DIMENSION I KNOW!”

Rudra’s body lifted off the ground as the fog crawled over him, covering his arms, then his chest, then his entire face.

The transformation began.

A blast of dark energy exploded outward.
Even Valmiki had to shield his eyes.

When the smoke cleared… the Rudra they knew was gone.

Something else stood there.

Something terrifying.

Rudra’s skin had turned pitch black, but glowing cracks of red ran across his body like molten fire trapped inside stone. His arms grew longer, sharper. His fingers looked like claws made of obsidian. His eyes were no longer human — they were long vertical slits glowing with golden fire.

And behind him…
A massive shadowy shape rose like wings, but they weren’t real wings — they were moving smoke, shaped like the soul of a predator.

His voice was deeper, layered with thousands of echoes.

“I… am Vaitarak… the Unspeakable Form…”

Aghori was thrilled. “YES! YESSS! This is the ultimate monster! Destroy everything!”

But Vaitarak did not listen to him.

Vaitarak — Rudra’s new form — turned his burning eyes toward Aghori’s demon army.

And with one single roar, the entire world trembled.

The demons rushed forward — over a hundred of them — crawling, jumping, screeching. Huge monsters with horns, long arms, sharp teeth. They were powerful… but compared to Vaitarak, they were insects.

And he crushed them like insects.

Vaitarak moved faster than lightning.
He disappeared and appeared behind the first demon, ripping it apart with his claws.

Then he grabbed two more and smashed them into the ground so hard the earth cracked like broken glass.

The shadow wings behind him expanded and released dozens of black tendrils.
Each tendril pierced through demon skulls, bodies, hearts — killing ten at once.

Aghori screamed in excitement and fear at the same time.
He had created hundreds of demons…
But this thing…
This Vaitarak…
Was not his creation.
It was Rudra’s curse.

Rudra’s voice came from inside the monster, weak, trying to control it:

“Stop… please… stop…”

But Vaitarak answered him from inside his own mind:

“You called me by awakening the forbidden power. Now I will finish what your weak form could not.”

The battlefield turned into a graveyard of demons.

Within minutes… none were left alive.

Aghori stepped back, shaking.
For the first time, he was scared of Rudra.

“This… this is too much. If he becomes stronger than Kaalnemi, my entire plan will break…”

But before he could escape, Vaitarak appeared right in front of him, glowing golden eyes staring deep into Aghori’s soul.

Aghori froze.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t speak.

Vaitarak raised his claw, ready to strike him down—

But suddenly, Valmiki’s voice echoed through the ruined battlefield.

“RUDRA! COME BACK! FIGHT THE DARKNESS INSIDE YOU!”

A blast of pure white energy smashed into Vaitarak, forcing him to take a step back. Aghori quickly teleported away into a cloud of dust, disappearing.

Now only two figures remained:

Valmiki…
and Vaitarak.

Teacher vs student.

Light vs darkness.

Valmiki stood tall, his eyes glowing bright. “Rudra, listen to me. This form will eat your soul. You must fight it!”

But Vaitarak tilted his head like a confused predator.

“There is no Rudra. Only me.”

He rushed at Valmiki with inhuman speed.

Valmiki dodged the first slash, then created a shield of golden light. The claw hit the shield and sparks exploded everywhere. The force pushed Valmiki back several meters.

But he did not fall.

Valmiki clapped his hands together, releasing chains of divine light. The chains wrapped around Vaitarak’s arms and neck, trying to bind him like a wild beast.

For a moment… it looked like Valmiki was winning.

But then—

Vaitarak’s cracks glowed brighter.
A howl burst from his throat.
And the chains shattered like glass.

He grabbed Valmiki by the throat and lifted him into the air.

Valmiki struggled, his feet kicking the air.
The monster’s grip tightened.

“Rudra…” Valmiki whispered. “I know you’re in there… fight…”

For a split second, Vaitarak’s fingers trembled.

Rudra’s voice came out — weak, desperate:

“Va… Valmiki… run…”

But Vaitarak roared again, drowning Rudra’s voice.

“I will destroy everything that weakens him!”

He threw Valmiki across the battlefield. The sage crashed into a broken pillar and fell to the ground, coughing blood.

Vaitarak slowly walked toward him, each step heavy like thunder.

His shadow wings spread wide.

His claws dripped with red flames.

His eyes glowed brighter than before.

Valmiki wiped blood from his lips and forced himself to stand.

The monster who was once Rudra approached him… ready to strike.