In the beginning, from a time before existence, Elowah’s word spread an enormous explosion in an empty void: galaxies spread and a variety of worlds were formed as years passed and a selected few grew life within it. Angels came down from the holy kingdom of Heaven to see the creation and give signs to those worlds for guidance. And everything was good.

However, there was one particular world that caught Elowah’s divine sight. It was very large and pitch black as if He was looking at a black hole. From His command, the angels descended with grace and power before their feet could cause a burst out colorful flames, thus bringing life to the once pitch black world. And it was beautiful.

Unlike other worlds, though, this one came with different terrains of bizarre heights, oceans of different lengths, and diverse creatures that adapted to any habitat. Later, the image of mortal was given life by The Creator’s words for the sake of loving Him and each other. And all was wonderful.

The angels, became fascinated by this earth’s energy, had begun to morph and be reborn as the Elder gods that could channel the elements of the physical, spiritual, and cosmic realms. Their appearance had also been changed based on which they reside, from the morning/night sky to the gentle/strong waves, and the high/low ground. It was as if they had become like The Creator Himself, but they cannot forget their duties as guardians of the realms.

It was all good and well, until one angel back in Heaven, formerly known as The Shining One, so bright, perfect in appearance, and so high-headed, got blinded by his pride, arrogance, and jealousy. He thought that he should also be the lord of every creation in the universe. Ironically, The Shining One’s brightness was not enough for there was one thing that opposed him- his father, his Creator, Elowah Almighty.

Not long after, the other angels, who shared the same ideals and were inspired by The Shining One, joined his side and created rankings of their own. Standing between him and the throne were the seven archangels- his former brothers, who were formerly meaningful to him, and even the Elder gods. The Shining One was furious at their hypocrisy: he thought they were pretending to be like Him and influencing the world- even the universe- as it was.

Perfect The Shining One maybe, but he was no match against the strength and prowess of the archangels, especially their leader known as The Champion, a humble and loyal guardian to Elowah Almighty. The so-called perfect angel and his followers were cast out into the pit of fire. As they fell, their former holy appearance was cursed with flames and rot, their wings withered, their skin turned black and red, and their voices that used to sing for the glory of Elowah had become horrifying growls of curses.

Those treacherous angels were no longer welcome and set foot in the Gates of Heaven for they had become devious demons- imprisoned from their folly, with the hottest flames and the coldest winters. A place where they torture their souls. A place where Elowah had named Hell. Their leader, the perfect angel, The Shining One, had descended so greatly and submerged into the silent horror of the abyss. Thus, he became The Darkened One, a fallen angel turned into a hideous devil.

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Fueled by rage, guilt, and madness, The Darkened One broke out another war. This time was not to take place in Heaven, but by conquering the earth that he was also fascinated by. He influenced the first sin among the first mortals by giving them The Forbidden Fruit that granting them the power of free will.

From that free will, the once united world had become separated with chaos and agony. They even distance themselves for the sake of worship to other gods- thus war broke out among other nations. His followers, now a bunch of hideous monsters, had begun terrorizing the lands, the seas, and the skies.

The Champion led the holy angels against the darkness once more. Even the Elder gods had agreed to join them. The war between the divine and the corrupted had started. Their power caused an enormous shockwave to the once-dark world. The flash of light continued to spread like flames to the point that the creatures and man evolved into something extraordinary. Newborns had emerged from the world: new gods, new monsters, new races, and new creatures. All sounded good and exciting, but of course, there were always conflicts between them.

To The Darkened One's delight, he saw this as an opportunity to continue his original plan. Demon lords were formed with an army of their own and were carried under The Darkened One's wings. The forces of Hell climbed up to Earth to lure the archangels, so they could battle here on this special planet.

Not only that, The Darkened One had done something the angels, demons, nor the so-called Elder gods did not expect: by summoning from his free will like The Creator Himself. A large mass burst out from the shadowy clouds. Swirling pillars of fire, wind, and lightning erupted from the ground. Two enormous wings were raised high, almost blocking the entire sun.

This was the first appearance of Devastrigon, born from the suffering of the universe: chaos, death, and destruction. None could survive its unrelenting power, no matter where they hide and how hard they pray. The archangels had reached their desperation.

The Champion thought of another plan and told his fellow archangels to use their unmatched light to flash the world once more, purging the ultimate evil… at least that’s what they thought. The Darkened One's forces were finally pushed back.

But as for Devastrigon, it continued to grow as it became a living entity even without its creator. Unshaken, unrelenting, and undying. The corrupted aura from across the universe- or worse, from the multiverse, powered the three-headed dragon.

So the angels, together with the Elder gods since they were also the masters of the elements, had no other option but to imprison it in the realm of the underworld, where the three-headed monster was forced into a deep slumber.

As the messengers of The Creator Himself , The Champion and the archangels realized the impurity The Darkened One and his demons had caused.

Exposed too much of their presence, they had decided to give the world something that one day will become their only hope: a flash of a miracle that would counter-attack the dark forces that Hell brought upon here.

Because of the flash of light, the races unite and become guardian heroes of old legends and anew. An enchanted world, finally named Enchanteria, is full of wonders, adventures, and secrets. Whenever darkness and unknown evil lurks elsewhere, the Flash Guardians are always there.

Before the end comes with a beginning, they say. A rising legend will soon be awakened… and so does the return of Devastrigon.