Episode 4: Fire Beneath the Skin
The days in Karuna Lokam passed in quiet urgency.
By the fourth day, Vikky’s body ached from bruises he hadn’t known he could earn, and his mind throbbed from truths he wasn’t yet ready to carry. But still, he trained.
Each morning, Karthikeya tested him—staffs, hand-to-hand, meditation, focus. And each night, Vikky sat by the fire, the photograph of his mother pressed close to his chest.
Sometimes he cried without sound. Sometimes he just stared at the flames, jaw tight.
Karthikeya gave him space. That was his way—guiding without smothering, pushing without breaking.
But tonight, as the stars brightened overhead, Karthikeya finally asked the question that had been lingering between them.
“Why did you come with me, Vikramaditya? Truly?”
Vikky stirred the fire with a stick. Embers leapt like startled fireflies.
“I saw it in your eyes,” he said after a pause. “You weren’t just warning me. You were afraid… for her.”
“For Kundana Devi?”
“No,” Vikky whispered. “For my mother.”
Karthikeya didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. A slow nod was enough.
“And you?” Vikky asked, glancing at him. “You’re her nephew, aren’t you?”
Karthikeya looked at the stars. “Yes. But to me… she is everything. Mentor. Guardian. The only person who ever called me ‘child’ after my parents died.”
His voice broke slightly, like a ripple over still water.
Vikky’s gaze softened. He suddenly saw something more than a warrior in Karthikeya—he saw a boy, forged in battle and grief.
They didn’t speak again for a while.
But the silence between them was no longer a wall. It was a bridge.
That night, Vikky dreamed again. But this dream was hers.
Vishala.
She stood at their favorite spot on the terrace, clutching her phone, reading the message he’d sent days ago.
“Love you, Vishu.”
Her fingers traced the words. Her lips trembled.
“I know you’re hiding something, Vikky,” she said aloud, even though no one was there. “I can feel it… in my bones.”
She looked up at the moon.
“Wherever you are… come back to me.”
Her eyes closed. And in that moment, miles and worlds away, Vikky stirred in his sleep.
He felt her.
And for the first time in days, his heartbeat slowed.
The next morning, they reached the edge of a massive cliff.
Beyond it, the world opened wide—green valleys, cascading waterfalls, rivers of mist flowing between mountains.
“This is where it begins,” Karthikeya said. “And where it ends.”
They descended into a hidden cave behind one of the waterfalls. Inside, crystals pulsed with natural light, illuminating ancient carvings on the walls—symbols of their bloodline, etched into time.
Karthikeya turned to Vikky.
“You will sleep here tonight. Alone.”
Vikky frowned. “Why?”
“Because it’s time. You’ve been training your body. Now train your soul.”
With that, Karthikeya left.
Vikky sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, the photograph of his mother beside him, the sound of falling water surrounding him.
He breathed slowly.
In.
Out.
Time became soft. Light bent.
He saw his mother again—not as a vision, but a memory. Her hands brushing through his hair. Her voice singing lullabies. Her scent—warm, jasmine and sandalwood.
He was just a boy again.
A boy who had never stopped waiting.
Suddenly, pain bloomed across his chest.
He gasped. His eyes flew open.
A flicker of blue flame danced just above his heart. Not from the fire. From within him.
Karthikeya, watching from a hidden crack in the stone, inhaled sharply.
“Finally…”
Vikky didn’t scream.
He didn’t panic.
He just watched the fire grow, licking at his skin but not burning it.
It spun into a shape—a swirling mark—an ancient sigil.
A symbol of the warrior’s bloodline.
He pressed a trembling hand to it.
And whispered, “I’m ready.”
Episode 5: Fire Within
The air was cold when Vikky stepped out of the cave.
But he didn’t feel it.
Something inside him had changed overnight. Not just the glowing sigil on his chest—though it pulsed softly beneath his shirt like a second heartbeat—but something deeper. His steps were steadier. His mind clearer. His pain, while not gone, now moved in rhythm with his purpose.
Karthikeya met him at the training ground nestled between mossy cliffs.
The older warrior studied him.
“You’ve changed,” he said simply.
Vikky nodded.
“I felt her,” he whispered.
Karthikeya’s brow rose.
“My mother. And…” He paused. “Vishala.”
There was silence between them for a moment, broken only by the hush of wind rustling the leaves.
Karthikeya didn’t press further.
Instead, he held out a staff—wooden, etched with runes that glowed faintly in the morning sun.
“Then prove it.”
Training intensified.
Karthikeya was merciless.
He struck with speed that made the air crack, and Vikky barely had time to breathe between blows. But for every fall, Vikky rose faster. For every mistake, he learned quicker.
Midway through, he managed to knock Karthikeya off his feet for the first time.
The warrior grinned, wiping blood from his lip.
“You’re becoming him.”
“No,” Vikky replied, panting. “I’m becoming me.”
Back on Earth – VISHALA’S ROOM
Vishala stood by the window, staring at the sunset. She hadn’t heard from Vikky in days.
His silence was louder than any goodbye.
She still held her phone in her hand, checking it again and again, as if hoping his name would suddenly appear.
She clutched the silver bracelet he had gifted her once—its edges worn from use, its presence now a quiet ache around her wrist.
“Where are you, Vikky…” she murmured.
Back in Karuna Lokam – Training Ground, Night
The moon cast its pale glow over the open field.
Karthikeya lit a ring of torches around Vikky. Each flame stood tall, as if watching him.
“Your power is rooted in fire,” he explained. “But to wield it, you must become one with it.”
Vikky stood in the center, shirtless, the sigil on his chest glowing green-blue.
He closed his eyes.
Breathed deep.
And the world faded.
In the silence, he heard it—the flame within. A whisper at first. Then a hum. Then a roar.
The torches flared in unison.
A ring of fire surrounded him—not of destruction, but of life.
From his palms, sparks danced. Glowing threads of flame laced around his fingers, weaving upward like serpents.
He opened his eyes—and they burned gold.
Karthikeya took a step forward, awe etched into his features.
“You’re awakening.”
But Vikky’s voice was far away, deep and steady.
“I don’t want to just awaken,” he said. “I want to protect.”
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind slammed through the valley. The flames flickered, then bent—toward a presence that was not welcome.
A shiver ran down Vikky’s spine.
Karthikeya turned toward the horizon.
“He’s close.”
Vikky’s fists clenched. Flames rose around his knuckles.
“Kaskira?”
Karthikeya nodded slowly. “He knows now. He feels your power… and he will come.”
The fire in Vikky’s hand pulsed, steady and fierce.
“Then let him.”
Episode 6: Flames of Resolve
A storm brewed silently over the peaks of Karuna Lokam.
It hadn’t broken yet, but the air tasted of it—charged and metallic, like the breath before lightning strikes. The birds were quiet. Even the trees stood still, as if listening.
On the training grounds, Vikky moved like fire in human form.
Each strike he delivered came faster, more precise. His staff carved through the air like a blade. The ground scorched where his bare feet met it.
Karthikeya watched from a distance, arms folded.
“He’s almost ready,” he murmured.
A rustle behind him.
Chinappa, his loyal subordinate, stepped into view, his eyes dark with urgency.
“Kaskira,” he said. “He’s moving. Word is, he’s seeking the Queen.”
Karthikeya’s jaw tensed. “Kundana Devi.”
“And he’s close,” Chinappa added. “Too close.”
Elsewhere – Hidden Temple Chamber
Kundana Devi, regal and composed, stood before an ancient altar. Though years had passed since she left her son, her heart had never aged in its love.
She whispered softly into a pool of water, her voice steady but aching.
“Protect him, Karthi. Don’t let my son fall before his time.”
Earth – VISHALA’S Hostel Room
Vishala stood alone before her mirror. Her fingers touched the cold glass, but her mind was far from the room.
Something wasn’t right.
Her days were filled with echoes—her name being spoken in dreams, flickers of warmth that weren’t real, feelings of breath on her neck when no one stood behind her.
She hadn’t heard from Vikky in over a week.
And now… now it was more than worry. It was dread.
She turned from the mirror, clutching her shawl tighter.
“I’m coming for you,” she whispered.
Karuna Lokam – Clifftop Shelter
That night, Vikky sat cross-legged on a rocky ledge overlooking a valley lit by moonlight.
The wind played with his hair. His body ached—but not from pain. From change.
He felt something opening inside him. As though his bones were remembering things his mind never knew.
He pulled out the photograph of Vishala—taken one summer evening, her smile soft, her eyes bright.
He traced the edge with his thumb.
“I’m still me,” he said aloud. “Even here… even with all this… I’m still the guy who’s loved you since the first day you spilled tea on my notebook.”
He closed his eyes.
The photograph warmed in his hand.
Training Ground – Morning
Day nine.
Karthikeya threw him into a final round of trials. Ropes, fire, combat, focus.
Vikky didn’t fall.
Didn’t flinch.
In one motion, he summoned flame to his palm, bent it into a spiral, and sent it hurtling toward a training dummy—blasting it into ash.
Karthikeya raised an eyebrow.
“That was new.”
Vikky grinned through the sweat. “I didn’t plan it. It just… happened.”
Karthikeya’s voice turned grave.
“That’s how true power arrives. Uninvited. But yours… it listens to you now.”
The sky rumbled—low, long.
Karthikeya looked up.
“He’s here.”
In the trees beyond the training ground, a thick shadow pulsed unnaturally.
The leaves whispered secrets. The animals scattered.
And from the darkness…
Kaskira’s voice, low and cruel, echoed through the wind:
“The blood of Vikramaditya… finally awakened. Delicious.”
Vikky’s fire blazed in his hands, unshaking.
Karthikeya stepped beside him.
“This is it.”
Vikky nodded. “Let’s finish what started before I was born.”
Episode 7: The Flame That Remains
The sky above Karuna Lokam had turned to ash.
Thick clouds coiled across the mountains, devouring starlight. The land held its breath. Every tree, every blade of grass, every flickering fire knew the weight of what was coming.
Kaskira had arrived.
He stepped through the shadows like a sickness made flesh—taller than most men, built like stone. His hood was gone now. His face was visible.
And it was horrifying.
Eyes black and swirling like galaxies, veins glowing red beneath cracked skin. His mouth curled in a smirk that didn’t belong to anything human.
At his feet, the ground withered.
Across the field stood Vikky, his fists blazing with green-blue fire.
His breath steamed in the cold. The sigil on his chest pulsed like a war drum.
Beside him, Karthikeya readied his blade. But his eyes were on Vikky.
“You don't fight like a soldier,” he said. “You fight like someone with something to protect.”
“I do,” Vikky replied. “I fight for my mother… and for her.”
He didn’t need to say her name.
Vishala.
Back on Earth
Vishala had barely slept in days. But that night, she jolted awake—not from fear, but from something else.
A heat.
A pressure in her chest.
As if someone she loved was standing at the edge of a cliff.
Karuna Lokam – Battle Begins
Kaskira lunged.
Vikky dodged the first blow, rolled to the side, and struck with fire. The blast hit Kaskira dead in the chest—but the demon only laughed, the flames licking harmlessly off his skin.
“Child’s fire,” he sneered.
Vikky struck again, harder. A wall of flame erupted between them—but Kaskira leapt through it, slamming Vikky with the force of a boulder.
Vikky flew back, crashing into the cliffside.
“VIKRAMADITYA!” Karthikeya shouted, charging forward.
Steel met claw. Sparks flew.
But Kaskira was too strong. He slammed Karthikeya down and raised a clawed hand.
“You are nothing,” he snarled. “You bleed like the rest.”
And then—he struck.
Karthikeya screamed, falling to the ground, blood pooling around him.
Vikky, dazed, looked up just in time to see it.
His brother. Broken.
“ANNAYAAAAA!”
Kaskira turned, grinning. “Just like your father. Helpless.”
Something broke inside Vikky.
The fire in his hands exploded—wild, golden, burning emerald at the edges.
His eyes burned like twin suns.
Flames tore across the sky behind him, coiling into the shape of a giant serpent. The sigil on his chest glowed bright, reshaping into something divine—a flaming shiva-lingam etched into his skin.
Kaskira hesitated.
Too late.
Vikky rushed forward with a speed that broke sound—his fist landing straight into Kaskira’s chest.
The demon screamed as the flames entered him, burning from the inside.
“No… I am eternal…!”
“You were,” Vikky growled.
And then—he released everything.
The fire within him, the pain, the rage, the love—all of it.
Kaskira was swallowed in a blinding burst of light.
A shockwave tore through the cliffs. The trees bowed. The sky cleared.
When it was over, only ash remained.
Later That Night
Vikky sat beside Karthikeya, now bandaged and resting.
He looked up at the moon, tired but alive.
He pulled out his phone—its battery still somehow clinging to 1%.
A message blinked.
VISHALA: I know you’re not where you said you are. But I believe in you. Come back to me.
His fingers hovered.
Then he typed:
“I’m coming back.
I have something to finish here. But I love you, Vishu. Always have. Always will.”
He hit send.
Then he looked up at the stars.
Meanwhile – A DARK PLACE
Far, far away, in a realm untouched by fire or time…
Another figure opened their eyes.
Sharp.
Golden.
Ancient.
A whisper echoed through the void:
“Kaskira has fallen.
Then… let me rise.”
END OF SEASON ONE
The days in Karuna Lokam passed in quiet urgency.
By the fourth day, Vikky’s body ached from bruises he hadn’t known he could earn, and his mind throbbed from truths he wasn’t yet ready to carry. But still, he trained.
Each morning, Karthikeya tested him—staffs, hand-to-hand, meditation, focus. And each night, Vikky sat by the fire, the photograph of his mother pressed close to his chest.
Sometimes he cried without sound. Sometimes he just stared at the flames, jaw tight.
Karthikeya gave him space. That was his way—guiding without smothering, pushing without breaking.
But tonight, as the stars brightened overhead, Karthikeya finally asked the question that had been lingering between them.
“Why did you come with me, Vikramaditya? Truly?”
Vikky stirred the fire with a stick. Embers leapt like startled fireflies.
“I saw it in your eyes,” he said after a pause. “You weren’t just warning me. You were afraid… for her.”
“For Kundana Devi?”
“No,” Vikky whispered. “For my mother.”
Karthikeya didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. A slow nod was enough.
“And you?” Vikky asked, glancing at him. “You’re her nephew, aren’t you?”
Karthikeya looked at the stars. “Yes. But to me… she is everything. Mentor. Guardian. The only person who ever called me ‘child’ after my parents died.”
His voice broke slightly, like a ripple over still water.
Vikky’s gaze softened. He suddenly saw something more than a warrior in Karthikeya—he saw a boy, forged in battle and grief.
They didn’t speak again for a while.
But the silence between them was no longer a wall. It was a bridge.
That night, Vikky dreamed again. But this dream was hers.
Vishala.
She stood at their favorite spot on the terrace, clutching her phone, reading the message he’d sent days ago.
“Love you, Vishu.”
Her fingers traced the words. Her lips trembled.
“I know you’re hiding something, Vikky,” she said aloud, even though no one was there. “I can feel it… in my bones.”
She looked up at the moon.
“Wherever you are… come back to me.”
Her eyes closed. And in that moment, miles and worlds away, Vikky stirred in his sleep.
He felt her.
And for the first time in days, his heartbeat slowed.
The next morning, they reached the edge of a massive cliff.
Beyond it, the world opened wide—green valleys, cascading waterfalls, rivers of mist flowing between mountains.
“This is where it begins,” Karthikeya said. “And where it ends.”
They descended into a hidden cave behind one of the waterfalls. Inside, crystals pulsed with natural light, illuminating ancient carvings on the walls—symbols of their bloodline, etched into time.
Karthikeya turned to Vikky.
“You will sleep here tonight. Alone.”
Vikky frowned. “Why?”
“Because it’s time. You’ve been training your body. Now train your soul.”
With that, Karthikeya left.
Vikky sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, the photograph of his mother beside him, the sound of falling water surrounding him.
He breathed slowly.
In.
Out.
Time became soft. Light bent.
He saw his mother again—not as a vision, but a memory. Her hands brushing through his hair. Her voice singing lullabies. Her scent—warm, jasmine and sandalwood.
He was just a boy again.
A boy who had never stopped waiting.
Suddenly, pain bloomed across his chest.
He gasped. His eyes flew open.
A flicker of blue flame danced just above his heart. Not from the fire. From within him.
Karthikeya, watching from a hidden crack in the stone, inhaled sharply.
“Finally…”
Vikky didn’t scream.
He didn’t panic.
He just watched the fire grow, licking at his skin but not burning it.
It spun into a shape—a swirling mark—an ancient sigil.
A symbol of the warrior’s bloodline.
He pressed a trembling hand to it.
And whispered, “I’m ready.”
Episode 5: Fire Within
The air was cold when Vikky stepped out of the cave.
But he didn’t feel it.
Something inside him had changed overnight. Not just the glowing sigil on his chest—though it pulsed softly beneath his shirt like a second heartbeat—but something deeper. His steps were steadier. His mind clearer. His pain, while not gone, now moved in rhythm with his purpose.
Karthikeya met him at the training ground nestled between mossy cliffs.
The older warrior studied him.
“You’ve changed,” he said simply.
Vikky nodded.
“I felt her,” he whispered.
Karthikeya’s brow rose.
“My mother. And…” He paused. “Vishala.”
There was silence between them for a moment, broken only by the hush of wind rustling the leaves.
Karthikeya didn’t press further.
Instead, he held out a staff—wooden, etched with runes that glowed faintly in the morning sun.
“Then prove it.”
Training intensified.
Karthikeya was merciless.
He struck with speed that made the air crack, and Vikky barely had time to breathe between blows. But for every fall, Vikky rose faster. For every mistake, he learned quicker.
Midway through, he managed to knock Karthikeya off his feet for the first time.
The warrior grinned, wiping blood from his lip.
“You’re becoming him.”
“No,” Vikky replied, panting. “I’m becoming me.”
Back on Earth – VISHALA’S ROOM
Vishala stood by the window, staring at the sunset. She hadn’t heard from Vikky in days.
His silence was louder than any goodbye.
She still held her phone in her hand, checking it again and again, as if hoping his name would suddenly appear.
She clutched the silver bracelet he had gifted her once—its edges worn from use, its presence now a quiet ache around her wrist.
“Where are you, Vikky…” she murmured.
Back in Karuna Lokam – Training Ground, Night
The moon cast its pale glow over the open field.
Karthikeya lit a ring of torches around Vikky. Each flame stood tall, as if watching him.
“Your power is rooted in fire,” he explained. “But to wield it, you must become one with it.”
Vikky stood in the center, shirtless, the sigil on his chest glowing green-blue.
He closed his eyes.
Breathed deep.
And the world faded.
In the silence, he heard it—the flame within. A whisper at first. Then a hum. Then a roar.
The torches flared in unison.
A ring of fire surrounded him—not of destruction, but of life.
From his palms, sparks danced. Glowing threads of flame laced around his fingers, weaving upward like serpents.
He opened his eyes—and they burned gold.
Karthikeya took a step forward, awe etched into his features.
“You’re awakening.”
But Vikky’s voice was far away, deep and steady.
“I don’t want to just awaken,” he said. “I want to protect.”
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind slammed through the valley. The flames flickered, then bent—toward a presence that was not welcome.
A shiver ran down Vikky’s spine.
Karthikeya turned toward the horizon.
“He’s close.”
Vikky’s fists clenched. Flames rose around his knuckles.
“Kaskira?”
Karthikeya nodded slowly. “He knows now. He feels your power… and he will come.”
The fire in Vikky’s hand pulsed, steady and fierce.
“Then let him.”
Episode 6: Flames of Resolve
A storm brewed silently over the peaks of Karuna Lokam.
It hadn’t broken yet, but the air tasted of it—charged and metallic, like the breath before lightning strikes. The birds were quiet. Even the trees stood still, as if listening.
On the training grounds, Vikky moved like fire in human form.
Each strike he delivered came faster, more precise. His staff carved through the air like a blade. The ground scorched where his bare feet met it.
Karthikeya watched from a distance, arms folded.
“He’s almost ready,” he murmured.
A rustle behind him.
Chinappa, his loyal subordinate, stepped into view, his eyes dark with urgency.
“Kaskira,” he said. “He’s moving. Word is, he’s seeking the Queen.”
Karthikeya’s jaw tensed. “Kundana Devi.”
“And he’s close,” Chinappa added. “Too close.”
Elsewhere – Hidden Temple Chamber
Kundana Devi, regal and composed, stood before an ancient altar. Though years had passed since she left her son, her heart had never aged in its love.
She whispered softly into a pool of water, her voice steady but aching.
“Protect him, Karthi. Don’t let my son fall before his time.”
Earth – VISHALA’S Hostel Room
Vishala stood alone before her mirror. Her fingers touched the cold glass, but her mind was far from the room.
Something wasn’t right.
Her days were filled with echoes—her name being spoken in dreams, flickers of warmth that weren’t real, feelings of breath on her neck when no one stood behind her.
She hadn’t heard from Vikky in over a week.
And now… now it was more than worry. It was dread.
She turned from the mirror, clutching her shawl tighter.
“I’m coming for you,” she whispered.
Karuna Lokam – Clifftop Shelter
That night, Vikky sat cross-legged on a rocky ledge overlooking a valley lit by moonlight.
The wind played with his hair. His body ached—but not from pain. From change.
He felt something opening inside him. As though his bones were remembering things his mind never knew.
He pulled out the photograph of Vishala—taken one summer evening, her smile soft, her eyes bright.
He traced the edge with his thumb.
“I’m still me,” he said aloud. “Even here… even with all this… I’m still the guy who’s loved you since the first day you spilled tea on my notebook.”
He closed his eyes.
The photograph warmed in his hand.
Training Ground – Morning
Day nine.
Karthikeya threw him into a final round of trials. Ropes, fire, combat, focus.
Vikky didn’t fall.
Didn’t flinch.
In one motion, he summoned flame to his palm, bent it into a spiral, and sent it hurtling toward a training dummy—blasting it into ash.
Karthikeya raised an eyebrow.
“That was new.”
Vikky grinned through the sweat. “I didn’t plan it. It just… happened.”
Karthikeya’s voice turned grave.
“That’s how true power arrives. Uninvited. But yours… it listens to you now.”
The sky rumbled—low, long.
Karthikeya looked up.
“He’s here.”
In the trees beyond the training ground, a thick shadow pulsed unnaturally.
The leaves whispered secrets. The animals scattered.
And from the darkness…
Kaskira’s voice, low and cruel, echoed through the wind:
“The blood of Vikramaditya… finally awakened. Delicious.”
Vikky’s fire blazed in his hands, unshaking.
Karthikeya stepped beside him.
“This is it.”
Vikky nodded. “Let’s finish what started before I was born.”
Episode 7: The Flame That Remains
The sky above Karuna Lokam had turned to ash.
Thick clouds coiled across the mountains, devouring starlight. The land held its breath. Every tree, every blade of grass, every flickering fire knew the weight of what was coming.
Kaskira had arrived.
He stepped through the shadows like a sickness made flesh—taller than most men, built like stone. His hood was gone now. His face was visible.
And it was horrifying.
Eyes black and swirling like galaxies, veins glowing red beneath cracked skin. His mouth curled in a smirk that didn’t belong to anything human.
At his feet, the ground withered.
Across the field stood Vikky, his fists blazing with green-blue fire.
His breath steamed in the cold. The sigil on his chest pulsed like a war drum.
Beside him, Karthikeya readied his blade. But his eyes were on Vikky.
“You don't fight like a soldier,” he said. “You fight like someone with something to protect.”
“I do,” Vikky replied. “I fight for my mother… and for her.”
He didn’t need to say her name.
Vishala.
Back on Earth
Vishala had barely slept in days. But that night, she jolted awake—not from fear, but from something else.
A heat.
A pressure in her chest.
As if someone she loved was standing at the edge of a cliff.
Karuna Lokam – Battle Begins
Kaskira lunged.
Vikky dodged the first blow, rolled to the side, and struck with fire. The blast hit Kaskira dead in the chest—but the demon only laughed, the flames licking harmlessly off his skin.
“Child’s fire,” he sneered.
Vikky struck again, harder. A wall of flame erupted between them—but Kaskira leapt through it, slamming Vikky with the force of a boulder.
Vikky flew back, crashing into the cliffside.
“VIKRAMADITYA!” Karthikeya shouted, charging forward.
Steel met claw. Sparks flew.
But Kaskira was too strong. He slammed Karthikeya down and raised a clawed hand.
“You are nothing,” he snarled. “You bleed like the rest.”
And then—he struck.
Karthikeya screamed, falling to the ground, blood pooling around him.
Vikky, dazed, looked up just in time to see it.
His brother. Broken.
“ANNAYAAAAA!”
Kaskira turned, grinning. “Just like your father. Helpless.”
Something broke inside Vikky.
The fire in his hands exploded—wild, golden, burning emerald at the edges.
His eyes burned like twin suns.
Flames tore across the sky behind him, coiling into the shape of a giant serpent. The sigil on his chest glowed bright, reshaping into something divine—a flaming shiva-lingam etched into his skin.
Kaskira hesitated.
Too late.
Vikky rushed forward with a speed that broke sound—his fist landing straight into Kaskira’s chest.
The demon screamed as the flames entered him, burning from the inside.
“No… I am eternal…!”
“You were,” Vikky growled.
And then—he released everything.
The fire within him, the pain, the rage, the love—all of it.
Kaskira was swallowed in a blinding burst of light.
A shockwave tore through the cliffs. The trees bowed. The sky cleared.
When it was over, only ash remained.
Later That Night
Vikky sat beside Karthikeya, now bandaged and resting.
He looked up at the moon, tired but alive.
He pulled out his phone—its battery still somehow clinging to 1%.
A message blinked.
VISHALA: I know you’re not where you said you are. But I believe in you. Come back to me.
His fingers hovered.
Then he typed:
“I’m coming back.
I have something to finish here. But I love you, Vishu. Always have. Always will.”
He hit send.
Then he looked up at the stars.
Meanwhile – A DARK PLACE
Far, far away, in a realm untouched by fire or time…
Another figure opened their eyes.
Sharp.
Golden.
Ancient.
A whisper echoed through the void:
“Kaskira has fallen.
Then… let me rise.”
END OF SEASON ONE