Dhundhi - The Vicious Ogress

Task #49 - Create a supernatural being for the Maddock Horror Universe that causes trouble for a town only on Holi, using existing folklore about supernatural creatures.

This is based on the Legend of Dhundhi

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Dhundhi - The Vicious Ogress

Backstory

Long ago, in the mighty kingdom ruled by King Prithu, there lurked a terrifying ogress named Dhundhi. She was a creature of nightmares, an insatiable, cruel being who feasted upon innocent children. The mere mention of her name sent shivers down the spines of parents and children alike. The people lived in constant fear, helpless against her wrath, for she had earned powerful blessings through unwavering devotion to the Gods and Goddesses.

Lord Shiva himself, pleased with her penance, had granted her near-immortality. No deity, no human, no weapon forged by mortal hands could kill her. No disaster, no force of nature could touch her. She was invincible. But, even the greatest of boons often carry hidden curses.

Though Lord Shiva had made her indestructible, he had also sealed her fate in a way she had never foreseen. He declared that only young boys - not warriors, not sages, but mere children - could pose a threat to her. It was a weakness Dhundhi never imagined could be her undoing. After all, who would dare to mock a monster like her? Unconcerned, she continued her reign of terror.

King Prithu, burdened by the cries of his people, could bear it no longer. The ogress had plagued his land for too long, stealing away innocent children and spreading fear like a dark storm cloud over his once-prosperous kingdom.

Desperate for a solution, he sought the wisdom of the royal priest, hoping the sacred knowledge of the sages could offer a way to rid them of this monstrous curse.

The priest listened intently, his face grave. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"There is but one way, O King. On the fifteenth day of Phalguna, as winter fades and summer begins to stir, the boys of the kingdom must rise against her. But not with swords or arrows. Instead, they must wield laughter as their weapon."

He then explained the ritual. On that day, every young boy must leave his home, carrying sticks in hand. Together, they must gather in an open space, piling grass and wood into a great heap. Once the pyre is set aflame, they must chant sacred mantras - not in fear, but in mockery. They must laugh, loud and unrestrained, taunting and jeering, making as much noise as their lungs would allow.

"Dhundhi thrives on fear," the priest said, his eyes glinting with certainty. "Fear is her strength, but laughter is is her undoing. If the boys stand unafraid, if their joy drowns out the darkness she brings, she will have no choice but to flee."

The king listened, hope flickering within him for the first time in years. Could it be that a monster, blessed with immortality, could be banished by the laughter of children?

There was only one way to find out.

On the joyous day of Holi, the young boys of the kingdom gathered their courage. For too long, the fearsome ogress had haunted their land, and they were determined to drive her away once and for all. They drank bhaang and set out on their mission.

As the pyre burned and the rituals were completed, the children, filled with wild energy, ran through the streets, shouting and laughing. They hurled insults at Dhundhi, taunted her, and used crude words to mock her. Their deafening racket was unlike anything the ogress had ever faced. Some splashed her with water, while others threw vibrant powders, staining her dark form with bright, playful colors.

Dhundhi, despite her magical immunity to weapons and gods, could not withstand the mischievous tricks and relentless noise. Overwhelmed, she screeched in frustration and fled the kingdom of King Prithu, never to return. The people and the king rejoiced, believing they had rid themselves of Dhundhi forever.

Or so they thought.

Though weakened to the brink of death, Dhundhi was not truly gone. She went into hiding, falling into a deep slumber, allowing time to heal her.

For centuries, she lay dormant, forgotten by all. Until an year ago.

She awakened once more - stronger, filled with rage, and thirsting for revenge.

This time, she would not be so easily defeated.

Appearance

Dhundhi's body has changed after a century of slumber. She has evolved, becoming a nightmare in human form. Her skin is ashen-gray, cracked like dry earth, with veins that glow an eerie blue when she uses her magic.

Her eyes are sunken but shine bright yellow, like embers in a dying fire. Her mouth stretches unnaturally wide, filled with jagged teeth that seem too large for her face.

Her fingers are long and clawed, the nails blackened and dripping with an inky substance that spreads fear upon touch. Her hair is wild and matted, moving on its own as if alive.

She wears the tattered remnants of an old sari, now infused with dark energy, constantly shifting between forms - sometimes appearing regal, sometimes like torn burial cloth.

She smells of burnt wood and stale laughter, as if she has stolen joy itself and left only its ashes behind.

When she moves, she doesn’t walk - she glides, flickering between shadows. Her laughter is distorted and unnatural, sounding both like a giggle and a guttural growl.

Dhundhi's Powers & Hideout

Powers -

• Fear Manipulation: She feeds on fear, making people hallucinate their worst nightmares.
• Laughter Corruption: She can steal laughter, turning moments of joy into terror.
• Dreamwalking: She haunts children in their sleep, leaving them too scared to laugh.
  
• Shadow Travel: She can disappear and reappear anywhere as long as there’s darkness.
  
• Voice Mimicry: She can imitate loved ones, luring children away.
  
• Curse of Silence: If she touches someone, they lose the ability to laugh or smile until she is defeated.
  

Secret Hideout -

Dhundhi’s lair is hidden in the forgotten ruins of an ancient temple deep in the jungle, where no one dares to go. The walls are covered in eerie, half-erased paintings of her first defeat, images of laughing children taunting her.

There are rows of eerie dolls and masks, each holding the stolen laughter of a child. A deep pit in the center of the temple glows with an unnatural blue light - a portal where she stores the laughter she steals.

The deeper one goes, the more silence prevails, not even a whisper can be heard. She waits there, calling to the children through their dreams, waiting for the day when laughter is truly gone.

Dhundhi Returns

After centuries of slumber, Dhundhi awakens - fully healed, stronger than ever. Stepping into the modern world, she finds it unrecognizable. The days of carefree laughter, echoing through open fields and village streets, are long gone. Now, joy is filtered through screens, laced with sarcasm, dulled by stress. he pure, unrestrained mirth that once drove her away has all but vanished.

A wicked grin spreads across her face. If true laughter no longer exists, then she has nothing to fear. This time, she does not return merely to haunt - she comes for revenge. The children of this era will not be spared. No one will banish her into the darkness again.

And so, her reign of terror begins once more. Whatever remnants of childhood joy remain, she steals away, trapping them in the shadows where no one can reach. Her vengeance sharpens around Holi - the day of her defeat centuries ago.

She delights in ruining the festivities, breaking pichkaris, turning vibrant colors to dust, making sweets rot overnight. Children wake to find their Holi clothes mysteriously torn, water balloons deflated, and an unshakable dread curling around their hearts.

At night, her whispers slither into their dreams - visions of twisted shadows lurking in every corner, unseen hands reaching for them, laughter morphing into eerie echoes. As the festival nears, its once-bustling streets grow unnervingly silent. Those who resist suffer misfortunes: slipping on nothing, feeling ghostly fingers graze their skin, hearing their names whispered from the darkness when no one is there.

Holi is coming. And this time, Dhundhi will not be stopped.

Dhundhi's Weaknesses

• Pure, Uninhibited Laughter – True, joyous laughter is the very thing that once drove Dhundhi away. Unlike hollow or forced amusement, genuine laughter weakens her, making it impossible for her to maintain her form or power.
  
• Holi’s Sacred Energy – Holi is not just a festival of colors but also a day of spiritual cleansing. The bonfire, Holika Dahan, represents the triumph of good over evil. Fire from the Holika Dahan, mixed with blessed colors, can burn away Dhundhi’s influence.
• Unity and Festivity – Dhundhi preys on isolation, fear, and dwindling happiness. If the people of Phalgunpur resist her together, by celebrating Holi with full spirit despite their fear, her hold over them will shatter.
  
• Chanting and Rituals – Ancient Vedic mantras, when recited with belief and intent, can weaken Dhundhi’s grasp on reality. Specific prayers dedicated to Narasimha or Bhairava, fierce protectors against dark forces, can banish her.
  

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