Rakshasa and the Sacred Fire

Suparnaka picked up his head that had fallen on the floor. He returned it to his neck and knitted his own head using the thread from his left hand. He put down his Bajapala mace first. The thread was made from his own muscle fibers. It didn't take long for him to put his head back together. After everything was done, his throat, blood and flesh were reunited.

"He can put his limbs back together?" Asura didn't know that Rakhsasa could do that.

"Are you surprised? Probably, yes. There's a reason why I can't die even though my whole body and flesh are torn apart. This is a gift from Lord Yama, the god of death. I will not be killed by all the elements and all the weapons. I will rise again and again and will hunt down those who wish to kill me." Suparnaka smiled as he spread out his hands. It was as if he wanted to boast about his gift.

"Oh, that's so. It turns out that the culprit is old Yama. For some reason, I really want to pinch the head of that grinning God." Asura felt annoyed. He