In the beginning, there were seven moons.
Each hung like silent watchers above the Earth — radiant, divine, and worshipped by mankind.
But Bathala, the almighty god of the heavens, saw what the mortals could not.
Inside each moon stirred a demon, ancient and vile — prisoners of the cosmos, locked within their glowing cages.
They whispered to the stars, poisoned the winds, and plotted their escape.
Only one could stop them.
Bakunawa.
The celestial serpent. The dragon born from stardust and sea foam. Guardian of the deep. Sworn blade of Batala.
Batala summoned Bakunawa and spoke, "The humans will never understand your purpose. You will be cursed, hated, remembered as a monster. But if you do not act… they will perish."
And so Bakunawa rose.
He devoured the first moon, breaking its seal. The demon within screamed — and vanished.
Then the second. Then the third. Until six were gone, shattered into cosmic dust.
But instead of praise… the people howled in rage.
"The Beast has stolen our gods!"
"He is jealous of their light!"
"Kill the serpent!"
Betrayed by the very ones he saved…
Bakunawa sank beneath the ocean waves, his heart heavy, his fire dimming.