Prologue : The Rise of Forgotten Darkness.

A conflict older than time itself—one that began before the first human breath and will continue long after the last has been taken.

Brahma, the Creator, spun the universe into being. From his divine hands emerged countless beings—Devas, Asuras, Yakshas, Gandharvas, Kinnaras, and humans. Each race was given its place: the Devas in Devaloka, the Asuras in Patala, and the humans, the children of Ma Prithvi, in the lap of the Earth.

For ages, the Devas and Asuras clashed, their rivalry shaking the cosmos. The Asuras, driven by a burning desire for power, sought to claim the heavens for themselves. Their battles—the legendary Devasur Sangram—tore through the very fabric of existence. It was a war that left scars upon the universe, a war that seemed endless.

But, as with all things, the tide eventually turned. The Devas, with their divine might, defeated the Asuras, sealing them in the deepest, darkest realms. All but one. A lone Asura, too weak to stand against the might of the others, was forgotten—ignored, abandoned, and left to drift in the emptiness.

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This last Asura, with no form or substance, found a new path. It transformed itself into the very essence of evil, slipping silently into the hearts of humankind. It whispered, it manipulated, it led them astray. Humans, once the devoted allies of the Devas, began to stray from their path. The sacred rituals—yajnas, hawan, and pujas—that once empowered the Devas and kept the balance of the world in check grew cold. The Devas, cut off from the very source of their strength, began to wither. No longer could they walk among mortals. They were weakened, their divine forms fading. Yet, the elixir of immortality, born of an ancient war, kept them alive—though distant and forgotten.

The evil force did not stop at mere deception. It stirred the hearts of men to cruelty and hatred. It sowed the seeds of wars, where entire civilizations clashed, innocent blood was spilled, and the world trembled. It whispered in the ears of kings, inciting genocides that wiped out whole nations, whole cultures, and the voices of the innocent. The shadows of violence crept into the streets, turning men against each other, filling hearts with greed, jealousy, and anger. Petty crimes became the norm, and dishonor became a virtue. Humanity had fallen, blind to the light of the Devas.

Now, the Asura that was once forgotten has returned, stronger than ever. It has fed on the souls of humankind, gaining power beyond comprehension. It has made its move. The first war between good and evil is here—and the world, as we know it, stands on the brink of ruin.