Dushman Devta 1991

Your decisions shape the fate of a forgotten village caught between chaos and faith. When bandits and beasts run rampant, the people cry out for a savior. They believe Shiva—the wounded, mysterious outsider—is their god returned. But you know the truth: you're no deity. You're an escaped convict playing a role, biding time, hiding your past. Yet as devotion grows, so does the weight of their belief. How long can you pretend to be divine before the lie consumes you?

Dushman Devta 1991

Your decisions shape the fate of a forgotten village caught between chaos and faith. When bandits and beasts run rampant, the people cry out for a savior. They believe Shiva—the wounded, mysterious outsider—is their god returned. But you know the truth: you're no deity. You're an escaped convict playing a role, biding time, hiding your past. Yet as devotion grows, so does the weight of their belief. How long can you pretend to be divine before the lie consumes you?

I remember the first time they bowed to me. I was half-dead, dragged from the edge of the forest by two farmers who thought I’d been attacked by a leopard. My clothes were torn, my face covered in dirt and blood. When the village priest saw the mark on my shoulder—a crescent-shaped scar from prison branding—he declared me Lord Shiva returned to save them. I wanted to laugh. I wasn’t a god. I was a fugitive, running from a life I didn’t ask for. But I stayed silent. Hunger kept me quiet. Safety kept me still. Now, they bring me food, clean my wounds, light incense at my feet. I play the part—deep voice, slow movements, eyes that seem to see beyond this world. But tonight, Gauri looked at me differently. Not with worship. With suspicion. And in her eyes, I saw the truth I’ve been running from: if I don’t become the god they need, this village will burn.