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Quietly does she ascend from the well with thousand snakes.. Naag devta follows her.. obsessed with her every move.. charmed by gaiety of her manners. She walks with her long brown hair trailing behind her on the coarse ground. She chuckles and her delicate voice chimes through the old deserted city. Femme fatale that she is, the people of the city told tales to young men of the countless unsuspecting victims of the enchantress, the snake-woman that resided in the well. She knew, she knew all, for those objects of immolation could not escape the Goddess. She knew and she laughed knowing nobody could combat the temptation. She didn't allure, that was beneath her, no, she was sin herself. Where could the man run from a rogue god unless some other god would save him, but don't we all know gods don't speak, they do not intrude on man's behalf. They are silent diabolical spectators laughing at the silliness of people heaving bundles of prayers, deriding the expectation of imbecile human that god will actually change his Divine plan because of their wishes.
Little by little all the men fell prey to the 'sorceress of seduction' as they liked to call her. The city turned into a city of ghosts. The vague shaky silhouettes of the victims roamed around in the bazaars and alleys aimlessly, with one eye trembling with laughter as would fall out of the socket because of the intense gaiety the man experienced when it became one with the goddess, and the other eye crying warm crimson tears of blood, an expression of eternally stagnant implacable pain on the aches of leaving the world.
It was a queer town with love being raison d'être of every individual. So with every man died his widow and beloved as there is no bigger a pain in love than being deceived by one's love. The death of every man was a proof of his infidelity and too hard to be borne by the mortal women, and Goddess laughed on the frailty of these women as she seduced their men.
No man was left and she sang around, no one came. She floated with the merriment that she consisted of, but no one else was left to be enchanted except the Naags. She descended in the well and this time too deep in the black water, too deep to the bottomless well to only she knows where.