Here we go again

I'm sitting on my favourite chair in front of my desk, in my bright cozy airy room. Roommate PK and ND are watching Gully Boys outside. I watched some, looks like a fine movie, this is not the right time for it. This is the time to hit it.

The three cities, it was about that again. He sighed.

The Triple cities were the wealthiest, the most powerful cities there had ever been in their time. The height of demon technology civilization wealth. And egalitarianism. The demons had no need of social stratification, resource constraints were behind them. The only unexplored world was the world beyond, that's where the future lay. It made sense to empower anyone who wanted to reach out to the stars and beyond.

This was in sharp contrast to the domains of the Deutas. Branches and branches of social hierarchy, rules that never stopped coming in, so much repression, so much control so many rules. So much faith in fate and destiny. The commoners of those realms had stopped dreaming daring hoping, for nothing mattered beyond the desires of those that controlled their worlds, the lokapals. It was the realm of Chandra Dev that made it the furthest, they never needed much technological innovation since he bore the fruits of the swarga and rewarded them with whatever they desired. Besides there were others in the court of Swarga, and Chandradev had limits to how flexible he could get. The gods were not keen on giving people ideas about egalitarian distribution of power.

The triple cities spread a vision of existence that the gods were very comfortable with. Their worldview was limited, the space in swarga was not open to all despite all the magics, only a select few, the favourites of the gods and their favourites and those that followed the insanely archaic rules got in. The demons suggested that with magics and technology, space and resource were infinite, there was space for everyone as long as basic rule of law was followed. The triple cities made the deutas look like greedy jealous guarding xenophobic uncaring selfish entities, hypocritical beings who created rules for the worlds for only their personal glorification not because there were fundamental reasons. The godly glow was questioned. They had to take action.

They went to Mahadev, the protector of the triple cities, convinced him somehow to destroy them on a minor technicality that would have absolutely been ignored deleted from the rulebooks even if they were on the stand. A non-issue had caused Mahadev to cause the destruction of the Triple Cities, the death and destruction of the epitome of wealth, personal freedom demon-human innovation and technologies. The world had been sent back to the olden days, when the only way to get your desires fulfilled was to suck up to some petty god's ego and be on a devotional path for decades.

Humans had cultural memory of the event despite all the heavenly interventions to completely erase it from the history. The demonic tribes had made it a defining moment in their understanding of the world: the gods may have been their brothers in origin, but they had veered so far off, had committed such great crimes, the absolute mayhem and calamity they had caused was unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. It was total all-out war, that's what their culture was angled towards. Peace prosperity came in second.

They knew, with the gods being lazy and uninquisitive, they were on a trajectory to set their ideals upon the realms, to defeat the deutas forever, holy quarternity be damned. They would support whoever was the overwhelming winner of the swarga, and the demons had prepared well enough. It. Was. War.