It was midnight when krishna was born. Outside, it was raining heavily. The Yamuna river close by, was flooded. Clouds covered the moon, so there was little light. Inside the prison cell, it was warm, as Devaki hugged her new born son, who was smiling at her. But Devaki and her husband Vasudeva were too frightened to smile. They looked nervously at the locked gate of the prison. No guards showed their faces. This meant they did not know yet that the eighth child was born. That meant Kamsa, the king of Mathura, too did not know about the birth. Just a few years ago, Kamsa had been a devoted brother to devaki. They were cousing and very close to each other. On the day of her marriage, the newly married couple were taken in a procession, and kamsa himself drove the chariot. Amid the jubilatio, rising over the beating of drums, a voice was heard, loud and clear. "The eighth child of Devaki will be the destroyer of all evil in this world." Everyone was happy to hear the divine voice. Devaki's son would bring in the good times. Only one person was shaken to hear the divine oracle-kamsa. His father, Ugrasena, used to warn him time and again, you have strength and power. I only wish you pay attention to Dharma. You must use your strength and power for the good of everyone." Kamsa would disagree. "Only the fittest will survive," he would argue, "I adore strenght and power. I want to inspire fear in people so that no one will pose a threat to me."