This will probably be a part of the Gods series?I've forgotten the name, should have made a page somewhere.
The realms in control of the court of the Swarga were beyond understanding of the demonic races. They were far too gone, far too strange to comprehend the functioning, the daityas could not understand why anybody would put up with whatever the denizens of those places had put up with for all those years. Or the Swarga realm itself for that matter, even the court itself. It was said that the court of the Swarga was the largest, employing uncounted millions, it was said that it took more to run the court itself than there were people in a thousand large cities of the Earthly realm. And yet nobody complained about anything, as the daityas had come to expect. Things just went on as they always had.
Things in the realms of the demons was different, very different. The Earth had gradually come into the influence of the demons, eventually, and now it reflected the social structures of those races more than it did in the days of the yore, when it was more similar to the deutas' lands. Which meant most places had become more egalitarian, generally.
The demons believed in hard work and consistently going for what you wanted, almost to the point of fault. Their rejection of fate, destiny and being in the control of the stars was almost pathological, they sought to minimize all the risks and dangers associated with variables they didn't know. As a result when they did encounter certain events that were beyond their projections, they were caught by surprise, and often collapsed quickly after that.
The destruction of the Triple cities was the best example of that. They had been the absolute zenith of demonic technology and social innovation, beings from all races and species, all the social and political classes living together in this mega-structure, co-operating to the level never before seen in the lands. The structures they created had never been attempted before or since, for the gods didn't believe in concentrating power, or population, in one place. They believed that if too many got together in the same place, they'd get ideas, and demand too many changes, go against what was powering them. The demons had believed the opposite, that if there was sufficient energy and concentration of life in the same place, the gods would be too afraid to attack it, for the fear of causing innocent civilian death.
So they build these giant golden cities up and wide, they stood taller than an eagle could see, went further than the horizon, and the horizon beyond. Three giant structures, built one module at a time, serving billions of sentient beings each. They were the capital of trade and commerce, innovation and craft, the height of sophistication of culture. Humans who visited them were overwhelmed, confused, they broke into tears instantly. Reports of the cities had made back into human consciousness a long time ago, through various primitive myths about great lost cities. The humans tried and failed to mirror the structures over and over again. And in the end, they misundertood the reasons for the demise of the great cities.
The Triple cities did not get destroyed because they were built too high and the gods were afraid they would touch the heavens. The triple cities were not eaten up by a giant flood, they were not destroyed in warfare...well, not conventional warfare anyway. They did not sink into the ocean, nor were they simply forgotten by the younger generations.
No, the destruction of the Triple cities was the most evil and connived action the deutas had ever taken, something for which they would never be forgiven. They were aware, were they to take their armies they would have a great difficulty causing much damage to the structure, while taking expensive collateral damage. They knew they would have the blood of billions and trillions innocents on their hands if they attacked the triple cities. And yet i twas a cause of great concern for them. For it showed the concentration of power and abilities. What if the demons decided to make a military version of it, what if they repurposed it for military uses, what if humans and other sentients realized the rulers of the swarga were incapable of the technological innovation the demons had so easily made? It was a threat to their hegemony, to their power and possibly their existence. And yet a naked attack on it would be a great shame, even for the Gods who were not known for holding themselves to high moral standards. Something had to be done.
They did the only thing they could, the one that cannot be reasoned against, the one that cannot be defeated, the one that ends. The Pashupat. The great benefactor of Asurs, the one who looked after them.
There was no coming back from that.
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