DEVAASURA: THE ETERNAL WAR
Episode 1: The Forgotten Spark
Long ago, before the first breath of mankind, the universe echoed with war.
The skies cracked open with divine fury, and the earth trembled beneath the clash of two primal forces — the Devas, the gods of light, and the Asuras, the devils of darkness.
For a thousand years, the heavens burned as celestial weapons rained down. In the heart of that eternal battlefield stood the Tridev — Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver, and Shiva the Destroyer. With their combined might, the Asuras were finally defeated and cast into Paatal Lok, sealed behind mantras etched into the bones of the universe.
But hatred cannot be buried forever.
Deep in the dark abyss of Paatal, the Asura King Raktabh seethed with fury. His blood boiled with vengeance.
"We may have lost," he roared, "but we will rise again. We will drown the skies in ash!"
The gods, knowing this war would return, passed their divine powers to a new creation — humans. Mortals with mortal flaws, but capable of divine greatness. They were trained, guided, and chosen to become guardians of balance, bearers of light in a world that would again face the shadow.
But time, as it always does, eroded truth into legend.
Present Day – Akhanda Vidyalaya College of Vedic Science & Combat, India
"Oi, powerless freak! Get out of the way!"
The echoing voice was followed by a glowing blast of wind energy, pushing Aryan back a few steps. He stood silently in the hallway, dusting off his plain kurta as the powered students walked past him, laughing.
In a college where every student trained to control their Divine Blood, Aryan had none. No aura. No power. No heritage. Just a plain boy who somehow got accepted into the most prestigious warrior college in the country.
To everyone, he was a mistake.
"You again…" Aryan muttered under his breath. His voice wasn't angry — just tired. Tired of being invisible.
He entered his classroom and quietly sat in the back, ignoring the energy sparking around other students practicing spiritual techniques. From behind his thick textbook, he stole glances at the divine rankings board. All around him were names glowing in gold.
His name wasn't there. Not even once.
That Night – Rooftop of the Boys' Dormitory
Aryan sat alone under the stars. A soft breeze brushed his face. He often found peace here, away from the noise of powers and praise.
"Maybe the gods forgot about me," he whispered.
Suddenly, the sky flickered.
A symbol appeared above — ancient, glowing with blue fire, circling like a burning mantra. Aryan stood, eyes wide, as pain shot through his chest. Visions flooded his mind:
A war-torn battlefield.
A three-eyed god roaring in fury.
A voice… ancient, deep, and commanding.
"You are the spark, child of balance. Awaken."
Aryan collapsed.
Meanwhile – Paatal Lok
A pair of monstrous red eyes opened in the depths of the underworld.
Raktabh, sealed for eons, now stirred.
"The divine scent has returned…" he hissed. "It begins again."
Back in Aryan's Dorm Room
He woke up gasping, sweat pouring down his face. His hand was glowing faintly — a mysterious mark had appeared on his palm, pulsing with unknown power.
"What… was that?" he whispered.
Outside, the night was silent. But in the shadows, something was watching him.
And so, the war that never truly ended… was about to begin again.
[To Be Continued…]