MY HEART'S ON A BINDING VOW
By Bihai Nassibu (Thaf-8)
Season 1 — Episode 1
Demonic Realm
The sky burned.
Not with fire alone—but with hatred, despair, and endless war.
A vast demonic realm stretched beyond sight, its land shattered by ceaseless conflict. Armies of demons, monstrous beasts, armored warriors, and twisted entities clashed in an apocalyptic battlefield. Roars split the heavens. Blades screamed as they cut through the air. Magic ripped mountains apart. Blood—black, red, and unnatural—soaked the cracked ground.
At the heart of the chaos, two demons stood apart.
One was losing.
His breathing was ragged, uneven. Dark veins spread across his body as poison devoured his strength from within. His once-overwhelming aura flickered like a dying flame, unstable and weak.
The other demon stood tall.
Unshaken. Untouched.
Cold eyes looked down at the weakened figure with nothing but contempt.
"Fuga… weak."
The stronger demon stepped forward and raised his sword.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
The blade pierced straight through Fuga's chest—through his heart.
Fuga gasped as pain surged through him. His body trembled, yet his eyes remained sharp, burning with defiance. With the last of his strength, he slammed his hand against the ground.
A dark portal tore open beneath him, swirling violently.
His body fell backward into the void.
The portal snapped shut.
The victorious demon watched in silence, his expression unchanged.
"It's over," he said calmly.
"Everything is mine now."
The Mortal Realm
The world shifted.
Kingdom of Cristal de Frost
Towering ice walls surrounded the kingdom, shimmering beneath a pale sky. Crystalline structures rose proudly—symbols of peace and stability—
Until screams shattered the illusion.
Monsters flooded the streets.
Fire clashed violently against ice. Beasts tore through buildings. Entire homes collapsed as citizens fled in terror, their cries echoing through the frozen avenues.
Among them ran Yowai Sato.
A young commoner, breathing hard, fear wide in his eyes—yet something else burned beneath it.
Determination.
He didn't run away.
He ran toward danger.
Yowai dragged civilians out of collapsing streets, shouted warnings, and picked up a fallen weapon with shaking hands. His grip was weak. His stance unsteady.
He tried anyway.
It wasn't enough.
Monsters surrounded him.
A heavy blow slammed him into the ground. Claws ripped into his body. Pain exploded through his limbs as his scream vanished beneath the chaos.
Darkness crept into his vision.
Just before it consumed him—
Royal soldiers stormed in.
Steel flashed. Magic erupted. The monsters were driven back, forced into retreat.
One soldier turned to Yowai, irritation etched across his face.
"Why did you come out again?" he snapped.
"You know you're weak. Go back inside, peasant."
Without waiting for a reply, they dragged Yowai away from the battlefield.
Yowai's Home
Yowai lay on a bed, his body wrapped tightly in bandages.
Every breath burned.
Standing over him was Nasuya Sato, his mother—the capital's head doctor. Her face was calm, controlled… but her clenched fists told the truth.
"Why do you keep doing this?" she demanded.
"Everyone told you to stay inside. Even me."
Her voice hardened.
"You have no strength. You're only going to kill yourself."
Yowai turned his head slightly, his voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry… I just wanted to protect our home. Like Dad did."
Her expression froze.
"You're not him," she said sharply.
"Don't follow someone else's footsteps."
She turned away.
"Recover," she added coldly.
"I don't want to see you like this again."
The door closed.
Silence followed.
The Neighborhood
Later that day, Yowai stepped outside.
Whispers followed him.
Then laughter.
"Did you hear what happened to him?"
"He really thinks he can be like his father?"
A boy stepped forward and shoved him hard.
"He was a hero," the bully sneered.
"You're just a loser."
Yowai hit the ground.
"I'm sorry…" he muttered.
"I'm sorry…"
Suddenly—
Everything stopped.
The wind died. Voices vanished. Even time itself seemed to hold its breath.
A crushing aura flooded the street.
A dark portal opened.
From it stepped a tall, cloaked figure, unnatural in presence. A staff rested in his hand, and death radiated from him like a curse.
"Your time is near," the demon said calmly.
"The Gates of the Afterlight call your names."
Villagers trembled, frozen in place.
"Monsters from a realm beyond hell will descend," he continued.
"One beast will destroy half this kingdom. Then the rest will follow—until your world falls."
Another portal opened.
A massive beast emerged.
It destroyed everything in its path.
The attack lasted for hours.
When it ended, the beast vanished back into the void.
Silence remained.
Only ruins stood.
The Royal Palace
The king, queen, and counselors gathered in panic.
"What do we do?" one counselor cried.
"Should we ask other kingdoms for help?"
The general clenched his fists.
"If we couldn't stop that thing," he said grimly,
"then it's hopeless."
Fear spread like disease.
The Forest
Yowai limped through the forest alone.
His body ached. His heart felt heavier than stone.
"Is this the end?" he thought.
"Will everyone die?"
His legs gave out.
He collapsed.
When he looked up—
A demon stood before him.
Wounded. Broken.
Yet terrifying.
Fuga.
"I can help you get what you want," Fuga said quietly,
"if you help me get what I want."
Yowai swallowed.
"How?"
"I'll give you my power," Fuga replied.
"I can no longer use it."
"There are conditions."
"I can never take my power back."
"I will be reborn within your consciousness."
"You will obey every command I give—or suffer a penalty."
Fuga's eyes darkened.
"This is a binding vow."
Yowai clenched his fists.
This is the only way…
"…I accept."
The Binding Vow
Blood flowed from both of them.
Fuga began to chant.
"Black heart to red heart.
Fill this being with black craft, power, and dominion over the other world.
Let him be my successor."
Yowai rose into the air.
His eyes turned white.
"Arise, mortal," Fuga said.
"And be immortal."
Darkness consumed everything.
MY HEART'S ON A BINDING VOW
Next Episode:
Season 1, Episode 2 — Black Gifted