EPISODE 1 - the Blood loop
Long ago, demons tore open a rift to the human world.
In just a few weeks, Hell spilled onto Earth—wars, massacres, domination.
Human weapons were about as useful as wet paper against their skin.
Driven into desperation, some men made deals with fallen demons, trading fragments of their souls for powers capable of hurting the infernal creatures.
Humanity eventually pushed the demons back… but at a terrible cost.
The world remained twisted: ruins, corruption, vice, everyday violence.
Every city still reeks of Hell.
In a wrecked room — bottles everywhere, weapons poorly maintained — a man slept.
Among the survivors of this broken world, some didn’t expect anything from life anymore.
An alarm rang. A hand smashed it. Silence returned.
The room was a battlefield of its own: newspapers, ash, cigarette butts, dismantled weapon parts scattered across the floor.
Miz slowly sat up, head pounding, hair sticking out like a storm had blown through it.
“Fuck… I really need to stop getting wasted every damn night,” he muttered.
He dressed automatically, slipping into his exorcist jacket as if it weighed a hundred kilos.
The mirror reflected a tired, haggard man — sunken eyes, dull expression.
He glared at his own reflection.
“You look like crap, buddy.”
He left the apartment without another word.
The bar, The Jolly Coffin, was soaked in dim reddish light. A neon sign flickered lazily above slouched patrons. A prostitute slept on a stool, head buried in her arms. Everything smelled of cheap alcohol and apathy.
When Miz entered, Ella barely lifted her eyes before sighing.
“Really? Already planning to wreck yourself this early?”
He dropped onto the counter with a heavy thud.
“There’s no time like the present to destroy your body, sweetheart.”
“Never call me ‘sweetheart’ again,” she shot back.
Still, she poured him a drink. She was used to his bullshit.
She also knew he’d pay eventually—one way or another.
“So,” she asked, sliding the glass toward him, “still haven’t thought about a job that’s… I don’t know, less suicidal than this? You keep saying you want to live, right?”
“Being an exorcist is only suicidal if you’re stupid. I never get in over my head.”
He took a slow sip.
“Well… not yet.”
Ella observed him quietly. He avoided her gaze — it was too direct, too understanding.
A stretch of silence settled between them until Miz finally spoke again.
“Hey, Ella… if I die, will you… remember me?”
Her hands froze around the glass. For a moment, she didn’t breathe.
Ella blinked, still stunned.
“What the hell kind of question is that?”
Miz forced a laugh, light but hollow.
“Hahaha! Just teasing…”
He stood up, dropped a few coins on the counter, and headed for the door.
“Hey!” Ella called after him. “Don’t tell me that was a suicide notice, huh?”
“Relax! Just a joke! …Or maybe I’ll really off myself. HAHAHA!”
She watched him leave, worry tightening her chest, but powerless to stop him.
In a filthy alleyway, someone waved both arms frantically in his direction.
“MIZ!” Landi shouted. “I’ve been waiting for you! We finally have a mission today!”
“Oh, great… I’m absolutely overflowing with joy,” he said flatly.
“Stop sulking and smile a little!”
“Smiling went out of fashion, sweetheart.”
Landi puffed her cheeks, annoyed.
“You’re still Mr. Grumpy! Look at the sunlight—it’s beautiful!”
“I mostly see the sun burning my eyes… and those two literally screwing in the alley.”
Landi froze, then turned red instantly.
“H-HEY!! TAKE THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE!!”
The couple ran off laughing.
Miz raised an eyebrow, mildly amused.
“Ah… the ‘beauty’ you were talking about.”
She sighed dramatically.
“One day… the world will get its colors back.”
“Hm. I think we’ll all be dead before that happens.”
“Nooo! Stay POSITIVE!”
She grabbed his shoulder and—of course—immediately started singing.
[Music: There's still a little light down here - available at the end of the chapter]
Arrival at the client's location
The mansion looked as if someone had tried to mix divine luxury with the taste of a drunk peacock. Gold-plated columns, statues so ugly they felt hostile, and furniture that screamed money but no taste.
The owner burst in, hysterical.
“IN MY HOUSE! My walls breathe at night!”
Miz crossed his arms. “Are you sure that wasn’t a nightmare?”
“I KNOW how to tell a dream, young man!”
“With your face… I’m still wondering if I’m dreaming.”
Landi instantly stepped between them with a painfully professional smile.
“AHEM! He’s sarcastic. We’ll handle it, ma’am!”
The client stormed away in a flurry of dramatic gestures, like a diva battling invisible ghosts.
Miz exhaled heavily.
“I just spoke the truth.”
They searched the mansion for a long while but found nothing—no trace of possession, no aura, nothing suspicious at all.
Then it started.
A faint knock.
Then another.
Something moved inside the walls.
Landi raised her exorcist gun, tense.
“Here we go,” Miz muttered.
She fired—BOOM BOOM—blasting holes straight through the wallpaper.
Air whooshed out as a dark blur shot free from the wall.
It pounced on Landi. She yelped, blinded by the sudden impact, struggling to aim.
Miz steadied his gun but held the trigger, waiting for the perfect angle.
The creature launched itself off her face.
Miz fired—BAM—catching its leg.
It screeched and slithered into the floor like a frantic eel.
Miz chased after the sound, dropped to one knee, smashed the floorboards—
and froze.
A tiny demon curled inside the gap, trembling violently, eyes wide like a terrified animal.
“Please… spare me…” it whimpered.
Miz hesitated.
Then fired deliberately beside it.
The creature flinched and bolted through the nearest window, vanishing into the night.
Landi rushed in, breathless. “Did you get it?”
Miz lit a cigarette with a tired sigh. “Nah. It got away. But at least it’s not in the house anymore.”
The client shrieked from the hallway.
“HOW could you let it go?! I PAID you to kill it!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am!” Landi responded quickly. “We’ll do better next time!”
Miz didn’t stay for the yelling.
He walked out, lost in his thoughts.
Why was a demon… here?
Why so small?
Why terrified?
Night fell by the time Miz returned home.
Soft jazz drifted through the wrecked apartment as he collapsed onto the couch, exhausted.
Then a noise came from the floorboards.
He instantly raised his weapon.
“Ouch…” a small voice whispered.
The little demon pushed up one plank and peeked out, head lowered.
“Please… don’t kill me…”
“You?!” Miz barked. “Are you serious?! You’re hiding in an exorcist’s house?!”
“They… they’re coming…” the creature stammered.
“Huh? Who—”
BOOM.
The front door exploded inward, blasting Miz across the room.
He hit the wall hard, gasping.
Figures stepped through the smoke.
Majestic. Terrifying.
White masks. Divine armor.
Not demons.
Not anything he recognized.
He fired.
They moved like time had slowed.
A silver beam flashed.
His skull burst.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Miz jolted awake with a raw scream.
“AAAAH! FUCK! NO!”
Same room.
Same morning.
Same hangover.
Same damn nightmare—
Except it wasn’t a nightmare.
He snapped, roaring and smashing everything within reach—table, bottles, mirror.
“Five years… FIVE FUCKING YEARS without dying… and THIS!
Damn it! DAMN IT!”
He clutched his head, trembling, breath uneven.
But this time, he didn’t collapse.
He stood, forcing his body to obey him, and got dressed with a kind of furious determination.
He returned to the bar.
“Ella, Serve me as usu—”
She narrowed her eyes.
Not in annoyance — in confusion.
“Excuse me? Do we know each other?”
Miz froze.
A numb, icy silence pressed against his ribs.
“…Yeah,” he murmured. “That’s what I feared.”
He didn’t finish his sentence, or his drink.
He drained the glass in one burning gulp, dropped a note on the counter, and walked out.
Ella picked up the paper.
A name was scribbled there — a name she had never seen in her life.
Miz.
When Miz found Landi, she smiled at him… like a stranger.
“Oh! A new client! You need an exorcist?”
“…No,” he whispered. “I’m just… lost.”
“No worries! Come back if you run into a demon!”
She flashed him a cheerful grin.
Miz swallowed hard, breath shaking.
She didn’t remember him either.
Everyone had forgotten him.
Everyone except the clock.
Back home, he drowned himself in alcohol.
Bottle after bottle.
Tears.
Screams.
Silence.
Then something inside him snapped into focus.
He stood.
And he prepared.
He rigged the entire house with traps — homemade grenades, tightened wires, sharpened spikes, smoke bombs stuffed under tables and panels. Every inch of the place became a death maze.
“Not this time… not again…” he growled, shaking with rage.
“YOU DAMN CLOCK, CAN YOU HEAR ME? Not twice!”
Time ticked.
The door creaked.
They came.
The intruders triggered the first trap — an explosion that shook the foundations.
Smoke billowed everywhere.
Screams muffled behind metal masks.
A brutal clash tore through the fog.
Miz fought like a beast cornered in his own den.
He slashed, fired, shoved, kicked.
One of the creatures stumbled — he struck, and their armor chipped.
“Huh…?” Miz gasped. “So you’re not invincible after all…”
A sword grazed his arm, tearing a deep cut.
He screamed and staggered back, blood dripping onto the tiles.
The masked beings moved in for the kill—
And behind him, Rim appeared, calling out desperately.
“This way, Mister Miz! Here! An exit!”
Miz seized her instantly, pulling the tiny demon against him with a gun to her head.
The creatures froze.
Stopped.
Stepped back.
They were afraid.
Miz barked out a sharp, unhinged laugh.
“What? You’re scared? You bunch of cowards!”
Keeping Rim as leverage, he retreated step by step, dragging her with him until they burst into the alley outside.
Then they ran.
Both of them gasping, stumbling through the night.
They didn’t stop until they reached an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
Miz shoved her hard against the wall.
“YOU! Little brat! You’re the one who screwed everything up!”
“Ouch… please…” Rim whimpered. “You’re hurting me…”
“Why did you come back?! Why are you following me?!”
The little demon’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
Then she took a trembling breath.
“Because… the demons are coming back to Earth.”
Miz froze.
She looked at him, eyes shining with fear.
“And you…” she whispered.
“You’ll be the first to see them again.”
Cut.
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END OF EPISODE 1 — The Blood Loop
🎵All the song: “There’s Still a Little Light!”
(A jazzy duet for chaos and cynicism)
[Intro – Landi]
🎵
Look, Miz, open your eyes,
The world ain’t that dark!
Under ash and dust,
There’s still a little spark! 🌟
[Miz – sarcastic]
Yeah, probably hiding under a pile of trash.
[Verse 1 – Landi]
🎵
Look at these orphanage helpers!
A good man, a real one, that kind of human—
[Miz – cutting in]
I mostly see a shady, filthy guy
Selling coke to a sick kid.
(The kid sniffs the powder, Miz chuckles.)
[Chorus – duet]
🎵
Landi: Don’t you see the goodness in their hearts?
Miz: Yeah, especially when they’re stealing flowers.
Landi: The world’s not lost… not yet!
Miz: Yeah… it just forgot about death.
[Verse 2 – Landi]
🎵
Look, they help each other even at this hour!
A little love, a little warmth!
[Miz – dry]
Yeah… just so they can stab each other later.
That’s the tenderness of the streets.
[Landi – spinning]
🎵
Don’t be blind, open up your soul!
Even demons cry sometimes for their drama!
[Miz – mocking]
Yeah… mostly when booze empties into their glass.
[Bridge – Landi, softer]
🎵
I believe there are still colors left,
Under the soot, under the fear…
Someday someone will relight
The flame we snuffed out in you…
(She lays her hand on his shoulder. Miz looks away.)
[Chorus – together, louder]
🎵
Landi: There’s still a little light down here!
Miz: Yeah… a flickering neon, that’s about it.
Landi: As long as we breathe, we can still believe!
Miz: As long as I’ve got whiskey, I’ve got hope.
(Landi laughs, he sighs, and she drags him into a reluctant dance.)
[Final – Landi, joyful]
🎵
Even in Hell, I find a spark,
A smile, a shout, a step…
And as long as I see something shine somewhere,
A little light…
I’ll keep believing. 🌟
[Miz – aside, almost tender]
Yeah… you’re really messed up.
(She laughs. Fade out on soft jazz, with a cheeky wink at the audience)
