The first unarmed scout is caught

This will probably be a part of the Gods series?I've forgotten the name, should have made a page somewhere.

It was a year, or a thousand, perhaps a hundred thousand years, ago, nobody remembers anymore it's all the same. I stood in the cold dark dungeon of the deutas, insane, gazed at the nothingness of it all like I always did ready to suffer the torture for all eternity. I knew not how long had passed, a day a month a year or a thousand thousand years. I saw a blinding white light cover everything and then a apparition. The deutas, they were here to check up on something. They looked at me, my face all haggard and confused, my eyes deader than death staring at them listlessly. Ohh yeah he's still here, somebody said, have we not punished him enough, I thought he was scheduled for release sometime...ago...the apparition told others, referring to a scroll. They looked at it, and nodded. The bright yellow-red apparition, I knew who that was, I knew knew knew even before that showed its face or spoke, said, eehhh might put him up for another eternity there, what's the difference anyway. They put up a little fight but nobody cared, they moved on to look for whatever they were searching for. And I continued my miserable existence, the insufferable pain, the undying hate for myself and the entire creation, the toxic poison of self-loathing and feeling of abandonment running through my veins. No friends and family, everybody is a traitor, I'm the only soul that's worth existing, everybody else is evil and corrupt, oh why won't you end this why must I suffer, why must I suffer why why why...

It was two days prior to that. The deutas had captured me. I tried explaining to them the cause, that it was not against them. I told them over and over again what we were for was for the betterment for all existence, deutas or danavs, all races of demons, every being in existence across all the realms. I explained to them the only people it would disbenefit slightly would be those in the palace of heaven who ruled the rest of the creation with an iron fist, unresponsive to requests pleas or demands, uncaring unworrying, they were pieces of uncaring stones we were fighting against. Beyond the highest of the deutas it would benefit most dwellers of the Swarga, I explained, the dancers and those nymphs and the dyads, all of them. They gave me nary a thought. I knew we had our allies in there, they gave me uncompromising apologetic looks, despite the threat of Indra setting his wrath on them but they couldn't help them. Nothing anybody said could overturn the decision of Indra. In the end though there was a minor victory, they said my punishment couldn't be eternal, they would have to follow the rules of the creation, and had to set a certain time. By then Indra was long gone, his temper been triggered by something else, his focus uncaring for the minor details of the administration of the realms over which he ruled. They assigned me a period of punishment, without telling me how long the suffering would last.

You will not be alone, they told me, there are allies all over. One of the biggest names in Indra's court was our ally, we knew that, Indra knew that as well but he couldn't do anything about it directly since the court was seeing significant opposition from the inside. If you get caught, they said to me, avoid capture. They gave me the look, I knew what it was. They will torture you for all eternity, across the eons, despite it being against the rules of the creation. Indra doesn't care about any of his own rules, it's just him and his ego and nothing beyond they said. But I couldn't, I couldn't willingly do that, it was...beyond my abilities. I left the equipment designed to destruct my existence from all realms and throughout time where the weapons came from. I would suffer, for all eternity if it came to that, to to fight against the injustice and corruption. I would set the world right, or suffer through the ultimate punishment while trying. I wouldn't go the easier way. We didn't realize then but we had an informant within our ranks, we didn't make it too close to the control of the heaven's announcement center as we planned, for guards appeared out of nowhere, despite our multiple disguises, and they caught us. Our ambitions were not violent, our tactics were not to fight or wage a war. We just wanted to communicate, tell everyone in the realms of the Gods they had alternatives, that the way things went wasn't the only way things could be. It was a few hours before I got caught.