The pink public square of Jaipur is now tainted red with the blood of devil’s daughter’s guillotined head – the public is cheering the beheading of the devil’s daughter, the children are sucking on red lollipops sitting on their father’s shoulders. As the head rolls on the street, the public is relieved, they celebrate the death of the devil. The reign of Good is established.
What the public does not know yet that devil’s daughter had laid an egg in a nest that is protected by wolves. Unbeknownst to the world, from that egg will emerge another devil’s daughter destined to destroy this mortal world.
If, at this moment, you enter the dark part of the forest by mistake, you will see the wolves circled near the forbidden nest, chanting, “The devil is dead. Long live the devil.”
Beyond Six Rivers 