By Brahma’s boon, Shankhachuda, the king of demons, was protected from old age and death; neither could touch him for as long as the boon endured. In battle, he seized a hundred thousand demons with ease and anger, but the demon repelled them with a sharp divine weapon. Shankhachuda, the lord of demons, wielded his own divine weapons and shattered his foes into a hundred pieces. As he grew in glory and power, Kali, filled with terrifying wrath, struck with her fist at great speed. Kali broke Shankhachuda’s chariot and struck his charioteer. Effortlessly, she seized Shankhachuda with her left hand. The demon staggered from the pain and, for a moment, lost consciousness. Yet, Shankhachuda did not engage in hand-to-hand combat with the goddess; instead, he bowed to her. He did not hurl any weapon at her, for he regarded her with devotion and as a mother, being himself devoted to Vishnu. The goddess seized the demon and whirled him around again and again. A splendid aerial chariot, adorned with the finest jewels and enchanting to behold, appeared. Out of great hunger, Kali consumed the blood and abundant flesh of the demons. She then narrated the events of the battle in their proper order, from beginning to end. Still, a hundred thousand of the lords of the demons remained on the battlefield. It was ordained that the lord of the demons would be slain by the Pāśupata weapon. The king, Shankhachuda, was greatly wise and possessed immense strength and valor. At this time, Nārāyaṇa spoke: Nārada himself went to the battle along with his own followers. Shankhachuda, seeing Shiva, descended from his aerial chariot. Having quickly bowed to Shiva, he then ascended his chariot once more. The battle between Shiva and the demon lasted a full year. Both the blessed Lord Shiva and the demon laid aside their weapons. Then, a hundred exceedingly proud demons arose. Vishnu, the master of great illusion, took the form of an aged brāhmaṇa. The aged brāhmaṇa approached Shankhachuda and said, “You are the giver of all prosperity, whatever I desire in my heart.” To this brāhmaṇa, who was fasting, aged, thirsty, and afflicted, the king, with a cheerful and gracious face, spoke the syllable ‘Om.’ Hearing this, the foremost of the Daityas gave the excellent armor. Vishnu, assuming the form of Shankhachuda, went to Tulasi. Meanwhile, Shambhu (Shiva) took up Hari’s trident for the sake of the Daitya. Its tip was empowered by Narayana, its middle by Brahma; adorned with a multitude of rays, resembling the flame of the fire of dissolution. It was equal in brilliance to Vishnu’s discus and capable of destroying all weapons. The trident was a thousand bows in length and a hundred hands in breadth, able by divine play to destroy all the worlds at once. The king, abandoning his bow, approached the lotus feet of Shri Krishna. The mighty trident, spinning, fell upon the Daitya. At that moment, the king assumed a divine form as a boy dressed as a cowherd, surrounded by countless cowherds adorned with various precious jewels. He went and bowed his head to Radha and Madhava; seeing Sudama, both Radha and Madhava, with cheerful faces, at that time overflowing with affection, embraced him on their laps.