Trinavarta, the Whirlwind Demon

Yashoda had picked her son up a thousand times. That afternoon she could not hold him.

There was no reason for it. He was impossibly heavy. He was heavier than any child his age had any right to be. He was heavier than her arms could manage for the small errand she had to run.

Sweat had already broken across her forehead from carrying him the length of the courtyard.

So she set him down on the swept ground outside the house. Just for a moment, just long enough to fetch water.

The way any mother puts a child down for one small task and thinks nothing of it.

That was enough

Kamsa's next killer did not come dressed as a person.

Trinavarta was a whirlwind demon. He could become an actual storm, and that is how he came over Vraja.