Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

"Is this the only way?" Wu whispered, though he knew the answer already. He looked up at the very heavens that had intervened for an answer but it seems even the heavens is here for his answer, it cannot help him, it cannot help him make his choice, and the choice was his, his alone.

Commander Jin gave General Wu a firm look. "It's more than enough, General. They'll be ours forever, under our command. We fought for this. We bled for this! Don't throw it away."

Wu looked into Jin's eyes, seeing the anger and hatred that consumed him. Jin was a warrior who had lived for revenge, who had lost everything to the demons. But in that moment, Wu realized he couldn't allow that hatred to become their legacy.

He turned to the Dread Sovereign, whose calm eyes had no malice. "Very well," Wu said at last. His voice was quiet, but resolute. "I accept your eternal servitude, to the Last Survivor. Let this war end here."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the sky erupted. The divine light intensified, spilling over the battlefield in a blinding brilliance. The heavens roared with cracking thunder as the stars aligned, shifting into a great cosmic pattern, and a pillar of radiant light engulfed the Dread Sovereign. The light spread across the field, enveloping everyone, demons and humans alike, marking them with the eternal seal.

"The Eternal Vow is sealed!" The Dread Sovereign's voice echoed, carried on the winds of celestial power. "By the laws of the heavens, we are bound to humanity, for all time, till the Last Survivor."

The very fabric of the world seemed to tremble as the heavenly oath was inscribed into the stars. Demonkinds' fate was sealed, locked in eternal servitude.

Then, as quickly as it began, the light faded. The sky returned to its normal state, it was noon, the divine presence vanished. The sky once again calm with the sun up high and bright. Time resumed, and the battlefield stirred as soldiers blinked back into normal time and confused.

Commander Jin struggled to his feet, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "It's over!" he shouted, raising his fist in triumph. "They're ours now! The demons will serve us forever. We'll make them suffer for what they've done. We'll make sure they 'never' forget."

The soldiers around him cheered, though most were still dazed, trying to process today's event because it all felt like a dream.

General Wu's expression hardened. "Enough, Jin!" His voice cut through the air, silencing the cheers. He stepped forward, addressing his men. "This is not a victory to celebrate with hatred. The war is over. The demons are no longer our enemies. They are bound to serve us, yes, but that doesn't mean we descend into cruelty or vengeance."

Jin glared at him, anger flashing in his eyes. "But General, we can—"

Wu raised a hand, silencing him again. "This war has cost us all too much. We cannot become the very monsters we fought against. The demons are bound by their vow, but they are not our playthings. I accepted their vow so that they would no longer be our enemies, we fought for peace and now it will be. We must lead with honor, not hatred. We will rebuild. We will heal. This is the end of war, not the beginning of a new reign of terror."

The soldiers were quiet now, listening intently to their general's words. Wu's voice was calm, but filled with authority. "We must now decide what kind of future we want. We have peace, for the first time in a long while. Let us not waste this recklessly with the bitterness of the past. We will rise, and we will lead—not through fear, but through wisdom, honor and strength."

There was a long, heavy silence. Commander Jin's expression remained dark, but even he couldn't argue against Wu's words. The soldiers murmured in agreement, their cheers now replaced with a quiet resolve.

Suddenly the sky darkened again, as if the heavens had one more twist to offer. A massive blood-red portal ripped open above, its edges crackling with demonic aura. The ground trembled beneath them, and a low, ominous hum filled the air.

Wu's eyes widened in shock. "What is this?" He glanced at the Dread Sovereign. Had they already been betrayed? Was this a trap all along? Was the eternal vow, the presence of The Heaven all lies?

But the Dread Sovereign's expression held no malice or pride, only servitude as he bowed low. "My Masters! As your new servants, we are here."

From the portal poured a vast army of demons, far beyond anything Wu had ever imagined. In moments, the battlefield and its surroundings were overwhelmed, a sea of demons surrounding the human army, they looked like a drop of milk in the ocean of blood.

"PREPARE FOR WAR!" Commander Jin shouted, oddly thrilled.

Yet, to everyone's disbelief, the demons all knelt in unison, kowtowing to the humans. "WE ARE YOURS TO COMMAND, OUR MASTERS!" Their voices screeched in unison, piercing the air. Even the Dread Sovereign and the chained demon bowed alongside them.

The portal continued to spew demons without end, as if the flood would never cease.

Wu's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Is this what you were hiding? The last secret before the Vow? Was the Vow a lie? Are you just trying to intimidate us with your numbers?" He still couldn't accept that the demons were no longer their enemies.

The Dread Sovereign lifted his head. "No, Master. We are yours. The Vow is not a lie, and it is eternal. But we do have one more secret to reveal, Master."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Spill it!" Wu's tone was sharp, his patience wearing thin. He half-expected another betrayal, as one does with demons.

Suddenly, the air trembled, and the pit of filth began to quake. Dust rose and started to take form. Before Commander Jin's stunned eyes, the Scarlet Empress, Matriarch of the Succubi, materialized as if nothing had ever happened to her.

Her seductive figure was barely concealed by her see-through gown, ribbons clinging desperately to her curves. She pouted playfully at Jin. "You were very cruel, Master Jin," she teased as she licked her lips, her voice laced with flirtation. Jin's manhood reacted instantly, and he quickly sat down, embarrassed, trying to hide his shame.

One by one, the Iron Butcher, the Gilded King, the Slumbering Monarch, the Maw of the Abyss, and the Withering Shade appeared, each standing tall and clean as though they had never touched the filth. They, too, knelt and proclaimed their eternal servitude.

"The secret we hid from you, Master, is that we demons are immortal," the Dread Sovereign declared.

"WHAT?!" Wu's voice echoed in disbelief.

"Yes, Master. You once had the power to banish us, but our true weakness was never discovered. Now, after the Vow, we are unbanishable. We are eternal."

This revelation was more shocking than the vow of Eternal Servitude itself. It meant that from the very beginning, humanity never had a chance. Every fight, every hard-won victory, was nothing more than a mirage. A war they were always meant to lose.

All along, the demons had known. They had allowed the humans to fight, to struggle, to bleed—knowing full well that the end was already decided. The war was a lie.

The entire war had been for nothing. They were never meant to win. They were simply pawns, moved into place, manipulated to accept a future where their enemy would always be at their side, unkillable, unbreakable. Eternal.

There was no victory here. Only submission.

And thus, several thousands of years ago, the truth was buried. History was rewritten - tales of human triumph and demon defeat spread across the lands. Songs were sung of human heroes vanquishing demon lords, of great battles won through courage and sacrifice. The reality of the Eternal Vow faded into shadow, known only to a select few who passed the secret through generations like a poison in their veins.

Despite General Wu's desperate plea for honor and mercy, humanity's darker nature prevailed. The demons were put into chains, paraded through streets and villages. Children were taught to throw stones, adults to inflict creative torments. What began as vengeance transformed into entertainment, then into culture, until finally it simply became the way of life.

The demons became humanity's favorite toys - immortal playthings that could be broken again and again. Cities built arenas where demons were tortured for sport. Nobles kept them as status symbols, competing to devise new forms of cruelty. The ancient art of demon-breaking became a refined practice, passed down through noble houses like precious heirlooms.

General Wu's warnings about preserving humanity's dignity vanished into crumbling scrolls of history, his wisdom lost to time. The few who discovered his writings could no longer comprehend them - how could anyone reject such power, such pleasure? The very concept of restraint became foreign, a relic of a forgotten age.

Humanity flourished in material wealth but regressed in morality and philosophically, powered by demon servitude. Yet with each passing century, the line between master and monster blurred further. The demons remained bound by their eternal vow, serving without complaint, their golden eyes watching as humanity indulged in ever-greater depravities.

Some whispered that this was the demons' true victory - not through conquest, but through submission. For in binding themselves to humanity's service, they had bound humanity to its own darkest nature.

And still, the Dread Sovereign's words echoed through time: "We will serve, to the Last Survivor."