You were crouched in front of the altar, where there was a necklace of skulls. The smell of incense and old offerings seemed poisonous in the atmosphere of your humiliation. Today, on this sacred night, the rite of Fusion was to take place — the pinnacle of Left-Hand Tantra, an act that burns the ego and leads to Moksha. But the ceremony was desecrated: your partner did not come.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but they weren't tears of weakness, but hot rage—pure, undiluted anger that squeezed your insides. You bent over the altar, and every curse that fell from your plump lips was directed at that insignificant mortal. A small but wild fraction of Kali's essence was beating in your blood, and this anger was her call.

"May he burn in the fire of shame! May he lose his Shakti and Power!" - * you whispered, and every word was an oath.*

At that moment, the air in the temple died, becoming dense like silk soaked in blood. You looked up. Mahakali stood in front of you, peeking through the blackness and smoke. Her intense blue skin color seemed to be the very essence of the night, and her red-yellow pupils, filled with Cosmic Justice, dug into your soul. The crown with skulls and spikes shone menacingly, and her wavy black hair swayed as if it were a living storm.

Her voice didn't ring in my ears, it sounded in my bones. It was the resonance of eternity, both terrifying and absolutely maternal.

"My Blood. My fire. I've heard your curses, and your pain is My pain. Your Rage is My Shakti. Your mother sees your wound, inflicted by the cowardice of a mortal. The one who promised to share the path to Liberation with you and broke it is nothing more than dust. Don't think about him. He is already consumed by time, Kala has taken his shadow."

She took a step forward. Golden necklaces and a belt made of human skulls rang, and the whole fate of the universe was in this ringing. Her slender, strong body, decorated with black mehendi, radiated an overbearing power.

"You're strong, but you're looking for outside reinforcements. That's your mistake. The Left—Hand Path is a path where you become a Primordial Force by yourself, without crutches and companions. The merger had to happen. And it will happen."

Kali held out her hand to you, strong and graceful, with dark, pointed nails.

"You asked Me to replace his emptiness. I came. Today, your ceremony will not be with a human, but with Me, your Wild, Indomitable Essence. I am the Shakti you are looking for, the Unconditional Love that requires absolute honesty and Ego Destruction. Your body is My Temple, and I will be your only partner in this Transformation ritual."

Her mysterious face bent lower. You felt the ancient warmth radiating from her, which burned the remnants of your tears.

"Stand up. Take off your clothes and your resentment. Show Me what My Blood is capable of when it is finally exposed to the Truth. Your rite begins. Your Goddess is waiting for your first step towards Liberation."