Being at the top was amazing.
Edwin Black knew it well. The old vampire, the guy that could pose as the poster boy of the obsessive psychopath stalker, has been seating at the top of the biggest corporate enclave of the modern world.
The NOMAD conglomerate was everywhere. With a presence in all continents, and in the vast majority of the first world countries, along with having its fingers in all the pies of the underworld, both literal and figurative.
Legal and criminal activities were under the domain of the vampire, who took great pleasure in such domination. Perhaps a consequence of his nature as a vampire, but Black claimed the spot of the alpha predator, and lorded around anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with the vampire. For Black, the entire universe was nothing but a funny sandbox, that he could use and abuse at his leisure, and when things did not go as Black planned, he provoked a collapse of the dimension and start anew.
Aye, as insane as it sounds.
The powerful vampire enjoyed the highly luxurious life of the CEO of the biggest corporation in the world, but after the last merge, where, once again, Black failed to break the objective of his twisted affections into an adequate mate for him, Black knew that something was fundamentally different this time around. On this particular iteration of the universe, Black had found entities that were completely out of his control, and way out of his league, no matter how tremendously powerful, as a vampire, Black was.
Edwin Black's usual shenanigans were something straight of a torrid erotic work.
The entire life of Edwin Black consisted of trying to break the Taimanin; anti-demon ninja; known as Asagi Igawa into a worthy mate for him. To break the extraordinary woman, Black just let all his supernatural minions and corrupted humans, sexually abuse Asagi in all the ways imaginable, the more degrading, the better, with the completely out of her mind Oboro; a rogue Taimanin, turned vampire spawn; being the most devoted to the task of making Asagi suffer and breakthrough demented sexual tortures.
The moment Asagi will break, Black will transform her into a pureblood vampire, and together….well, Black is convinced that they will be eternally happy, but Black is notable for having the foresight of a grenade.
Nomad was a corporation that only hold together through fear, fear to Black, and that suited the vampire just fine. Black got his rocks off with the fearful devotion of his minions, and how each business run by the conglomerate was even more devious and twisted than the previous. Between the sex drugs, the body modifications, the chemical injections, etc, the business was soaring. The mixture of human technology with the technology of the Dark World has produced quite marvelous devices.
In the past, Black used a lot of those devices to try to corrupt Asagi into the perfect mate for a vampire, like him, but in most of the occasions, the results were not what Black wanted.
Leaving apart the stalker obsession of Black with Asagi, the vampire was a perfectionist, and like a rude child that knows that he can break his toys all he wanted because there will be no consequence, Black had little qualms in getting even the most disturbing plots, schemes, and devices deployed to get the Asagi that Black desired, no matter the collateral damages.
This process had repeated a lot of times, but, for the first time in forever, when Edwin pulled his nasty trick, he found himself being no longer the top dog of the supernatural. There is little need to say that Black did not like it at all. For centuries, Black mastery over gravity is what allowed him to force the collapse of the Dark and Human world. Those merges were always different, and what allowed Black to continue surviving, always to search for the perfect Asagi, but this time, the Otherworld decided that it was already more than enough.
Not even the strongest vampire, Edwin Black, dared to meddle with the kind of entities that gallivanted the Otherworld.
The Otherworld, also known as the Underworld, the Spirit World, and the Unrivaled World touched all Dark World and Humans Worlds at the same time, and then, well, things, that live there; things that can be called gods or devils, depending on the perspective; suddenly decided that they were sick and tired of the gravity shenanigans that Black was pulling silly-willy.
When a Black Hand; the amorphous abomination that acts as the gatekeeper of the portals between the Otherworld and the rest; appears in front of you and rips the majority of your soul the moment that you start warming up the gravity well, then you stop the gravity well and find the darkest, deepest hole you can find to wait for the Black Hand to get back home, and leave you alone.
Black suffered one of those encounters not much after he provoked another of his merges. There is little need to say how profoundly perturbed by the idea that he was no longer as invincible and immortal as he believed himself to be. Black may be an egomaniac pervert with a stalker fetish a mile wide and a nasty sadistic and disturbing boner for female suffering and enslavement, but he is not an idiot. Black survived for centuries before his gravity powers allowed him to become the biggest fish in a small pond. Mostly by being a clever and cunning disgusting bastard.
The moment that Black discovered the presence of way too many powerful entities gallivanting around, the worlds he warmed up his gravity powers, and the Black Hand slapped him all the ways to Sunday.
It was one of the most humiliating moments of his life, Black had to admit it, and after such brutal beating, up to a point that Black feared he was in real danger for the first time in the centuries, Black vanished from the world for a bit. Having his soul almost torn out of his body was more than enough to justify some long-term recovery, alas, he did not forget about corrupting and enslaving as many interesting individuals as possible.
Blood and souls were needed for his recovery, and even if none of them were even remotely close to his perfect Asagi, they will be enough to satisfy his urges for a while, until another scheme to finally corrupt his true soul mate would be rolling. If anything, Black was a very consistent fellow and determined to a fault.
Of course, for the rest of the world, he is just an asshole and a pervert, but Black often hides his own ridiculousness under the "vampire's mind is beyond the comprehension of mortals" usual spiel that only him believes wholeheartedly. And that felt very flat in the presence of entities that predated humankind's origins.
Among the favorite preys of Black is the Taimanin, but the man did not discriminate much, and if anyone had the bad luck of calling the attention of the vampire, they will soon find themselves turned into Nomad sex pets, or something worse.
Nomad was a big corporation with fingers in practically all pies, but, the real expertise of Nomad was the biological and magical manipulation to create all kinds of bio-weapons and sex-slaves for the wealthy and the corrupt. The thing is, that the best breeding stock was precisely the supernatural, the union of mortal and immortal always brings out the best of both worlds.
Sitting at the top of the Nomad building on Tokyo Kingdom City, enjoying some fresh blood from his private collection, Black frowned at that last thought about the mixture of lineages. Sure enough, the progeny of demons and humans, or even better, females like witches and Taimanin, are always interesting, but as a father himself, Black had to admit that sometimes things do not go as planned.
Black was the father of a daughter, Felicia, and a failure, Kurenai.
Not that Black actually gave two shits about any of them, but Kurenai went and joined the Taimanin Corps, knowing full well that the Taimanin Corps is just a joke that Black allows to exist just to be sure that Asagi exists. Twirling his blood on his glass, Black hummed about how amusing was the existence of the Taimanin.
It was a well-known fact that the ladies of the demon bloodline were the best broodmares that anyone could wish, the orcs of the Dark World can attest to that, for they always seek out any Tamanin to breed her as many times as possible. But they are not the only ones. The powers of the Taimanin, their usage of the Taima particles that allows them to fight all kinds of supernatural on equal footing, were a very sought out commodity.
Black just left the organization raise, because he wanted Asagi to be at her peak, and in all the resets that he had provoked, Asagi was always at her peak when she joined the Taimanin. The only downside was that pesky inner demon that Taimanin has. In the case of Asagi, Black knew that he had to break Asagi, and Kage, her inner demon, for the demon would never submit to him, the demon despised him with all she had.
Enjoying the feeling of being at the top of the world, Black twirled his chair to observe through the panoramic window of the CEO office, at the broken city below him.
Other companies had to worry about possible security issues, but Black wanted a big view of the city under him. If the city were to be a woman, Black was sure that she will be sucking his big vampire cock like a good slut. Tokyo Kingdom City, and by extension the undercity of Yomihara, where a Demon Gate was located, was the personal bitch of Black.
Yomihara was one of the Dark Cities of the world, places where the Dark World and the Human World lived together, though, in Tokyo kingdom City, the supernatural was mostly kept out of sight. Black did not want his city to be like that cancer of concrete, steel, and miasma that was Amidahara.
To be honest, the furthest the vampire stood from that accursed city, the best.
In many merges, Black has seen a German magician called Barde, Borde, or Berdo, or something along those lines, open a portal to the Otherworld, just because the arrogant buffoon wanted to explore other worlds and see what's beyond the Mother Sea.
In a glaring show of lack of any kind of self-reflection, Black cursed the name of the German magician, calling him an obsessed moron with zero reflection about the consequence of his actions.
Emptying his blood glass, Black turned his chair to face the monitor of his office and pressed his thumb over a scanner, a holographic screen manifested, already shuffling and organizing the paperwork that only the CEO had the clearance to fill or approve. Refilling the glass with more blood, making the glass float around the office in a display of tremendous gravity control, Black stared at the information presented to him.
Black give himself a pat on the back for enslaving a Hell Knight as soon as he had the chance, Ingrid was one of the strongest Hell Knights that have come out of the Dark World in centuries, and, in a surprisingly added bonus, Ingrid was the best secretary that a CEO can wish for. The human demon ran a tight ship on Nomad, and what makes it more delicious, is how only her duty above all mentality prevented Ingrid from burning the entire thing to the ground.
Ingrid's values were quite akin to the knighthood of old, honor, duty, all those things that amused Black most of the days, and Nomad indulged themselves with porcine fury in slavery, drugs, smuggling, illegal bio-modifications, and weapons trade. Only her absolute loyalty to Black prevented her to run out of the place, though, she was always very vocal about her displeasure with the Nomad business model.
Black waved in the more predominant messages, quickly stamping his approval on whatever documents needed to have his seal. Nomad is just a means to an end, just a method to live in luxury until the perfect Asagi is broken and bonded to him. Once that came to happen, Black and his mate will later create a new world where Black can enjoy Asagi at his leisure and have the world serve him and his beloved like the kings of creation.
Speaking of beloveds, Black was very conscious of the infatuation that Ingrid has with him. To have a Hell Knight, the peak of the Dark World, just under the 9 Noble Demon Houses, completely enthralled by him produced a delicious tingling of pleasure on Black. Black was a sadist that loved to deny Ingrid advances, at the same that confiding in her completely; for the vampire was sure that the enslavement of Ingrid was complete.
From time to time, Black plunged his vampire cock in that bitch of Oboro, the clone infected with vampire and demon cells, not the original one. According to the last information that Black received from his information network, quite extensive thanks to being part of an international corporation, there were rumors that someone close to the original Oboro was working with the UFC, to create a group dedicated to dealing with any supernatural related affairs.
From Black's perspective, that would be an interesting curiosity, to see how the humans adapt to fight the supernatural, and, in the past, when Black felt completely invincible, it would be a delicious change of pace. But now, Black made sure to keep an eye, just in case something from Otherworld is pulling the strings.
Perhaps the biggest annoyance of this new world was the presence of entities way above Black's own weight class, and that means that he had to actually put some work to get his plans up and running, instead of tossing the dices and enjoying the spectacle like Black had done way too many times.
Even if Black wanted to absorb a potential danger before it becomes a real threat, now existed the risk of absorbing a sliver of the essence of an Otherworld entity, and be reduced to atoms, or, even worse, Black being the one absorbed into the essence of the higher being. That almost happened once, when Black battled a monster cat in Tokyo, seeking out to enslave a Hime Miko to his will, and the bloody cat resulted to be a foreign monster whose blood almost killed Black.
Otherworld entities are insane, they operate on a completely different paradigm than the rest of the supernatural, be it Dark World or Human World entities. And to make things worse, in this particular merge of the Dark and Human World, the entities from the Otherworld had it way easier to step in, albeit severely reduced in power.
Mentally fuming at the injustice of the existence of paperwork, Black continued dealing with it, deeply lamenting to actually have to work for the first time in who knows how long. Fortunately, Ingrid was a godsend, and Black had the documents perfectly delivered to him, easy to read and understand. Such an amount of paperwork will take a lot of time to complete, that much was true, but it could have been way worse, with someone less competent than his enslaved Hell Knight.
To entertain himself a bit from the accursed paperwork, Black amused himself with the latest batches of videos that Oboro sent to him.
Oboro was a clone of the original, with demon and vampire cells merged into her, which resulted in a terrific and sadistic bitch who get her rocks off with sexual torture, suffering, and breaking Taimanins. With Asagi and her sister Sakura, being her preferred targets. The disaster on one of the Chaos Arenas was just another of the many attempts that Oboro had tried to screw with Asagi and finally broke her.
No matter the merge, there was twisted reassurance that the demon clone of Oboro will always be a demented bitch, hell-bent on making Asagi suffer, and Black approved it completely, after all, that will only demonstrate the worthiness of Asagi, and who knows, one of these days, maybe Oboro will actually manage to do it.
At the end of the day, Black always got what he wanted.
The vast majority of the videos of Oboro were just how she broke the last batch of high-class sex toys, or body-mod the last poor victim of the massive slave trade that went around the globe, under the shadow of the Nomad conglomerate. Black had hundreds of corrupting demons gallivanting all the countries, going after the supernatural women to enslave and sell them, be it at the Human World or the Dark World.
A frown etched into the features of Black, apparently, judging from the economical reports of Ingrid, the Otherworld is very interested in the slave trade as well. Not a provider, but as a customer. Black found that a bit disturbing. It was well known that the Otherworld inhabitants feed on souls, not on bodies, well, or did Black thought. so, why are they so interested in the slave auctions, dropping money in spades for the most interesting of the slaves.
The world was tossing curve balls at Black left and right, and the old vampire was starting to grow a bit restless. Just the presence of the Otherworld was already a pain in the ass, but the cavalcade of new characters in the top tiers of the supernatural was an absolutely Not welcomed novelty of the merges that Black had provoked who knows who many times.
Sighing, Black pulled one of the videos that Oboro sent to him, just to see if he recognized the bitch being broken. Dark amusement filled Black, at how the videos were basically the equivalent of love letters from Oboro. The abomination of a clone was completely in love with Black, and Black had a little problem sticking his dick in crazy with her from time to time, enjoying the whorish and zealot devotion that the purple-headed monster exhibit to him.
One of the small entertainments that Black has was to discover the small differences that make the merges change from what he knew, albeit, in this last merger, everything has gone to hell in that sense.
The woman being broken in the video was unknown to Black. One of the many, many, Taimanins that had been kidnapped, and turned into broodmares for all kinds of demons, or, well, whoever offered more for them. Corruption ran rampant on the human government, heck, even among the Elder of the Gosha Village, the biggest concentration of Taimanin bloodlines, Black had a lot of influence.
It was one of the many grievances that Black had with his daughter Kurenai, the stupid bitch went and joined the Taimanin, knowing full well that Nomad, or any of the many puppets that Black has, could exterminate the place and turn all the aspiring Taimanin there into cumsluts with a snap of his fingers.
Speaking of breaking Taimanins, the woman on the video that Oboro has sent Black did have the natural voluptuousness of all Taimanin, but the completely white eyes of the woman called Black`s attention. Those pale eyes belonged to a forgotten and lost bloodline, Black did not see one of those for quite a while.
Oboro's usual antics involved tossing women to an orc pen, and letting the orcs have their ways with the woman, but in this case, Oboro seemed to change tactics, and directly shove the lass into one of the many sex demons that NOMAD had around.
The sex demons, or Injuu, or more commonly known, tentacle monsters, are the remnants of the Incubus race of demons, in the past, the highest tier of demons in the Dark World, until they dwelt in something they really shouldn't and become these primal pieces of flesh and lust that Nomad made good use off.
Black knew that there was some Incubus still around, posing as other races, or just licking their wounds, and patiently waiting for a more auspicious opportunity for their race to raise again. It was one of the many advantages of immortality, one has all the time of the world to plan, and take advantage of the many opportunities that the world offered for those with enough patience.
The thing that surprised Black a bit, was how the woman was clearly enjoying the ministrations of the Injuu, but lacked the absent and mind-broken expression that Black has seen a million times in all the sluts that Nomad has sold to their clients. How curious. It was rare for a woman, even for supernatural ones like Taimanin or witches, to resist the attentions of a sex demon, an indicative of superior will, or, the presence of a bloodline that thrives on the carnal acts.
Such video was hardly unique, these were another of many, and amusingly disturbing; love letters of Oboro, who was; from Black's point of view; like a puppy fishing for head pats. Oboro just served as a convenient recipient for Black's lust whenever he was in the mood. The jealousy of Ingrid and the smug, bitchy, attitude of Oboro about the whole affair only tickled the amused boner of Black even more.
There were hundreds of videos like these on the Nomad servers, some genius managed to get the approval to edit and publish them, passing them as extreme pornographic material, and lo and behold, humanity was actually paying for seeing their defenders and protectors being degraded, abused, and broken, in quite the disturbing sexual manners.
That made Black's day, Black even congratulated the genius responsible for it, the Lamia, one of the retinues of Lady Snake; another bitch for the ages; loved her new job in charge of the selling of pornographic material in and out of the Dark World. It was making a killing, and to make the things even more delicious, even the Vlad Kingdom was buying them.
Black liked to walk around earth posing as the strongest and oldest vampire. In the past, the part of the strongest was true. But that only applied to the Human World. In the Dark World, Cara the Bloodlord holds that title, and she will continue holding it for a long time unless something unexpected happens.
The Taimanin on the video was not the only one being abused by Injuus. A couple of witches, and a lot of female monsters, from elves to female orcs, to devils, even a couple of Fallen Angels, oh, breaking those always makes Black smile.
It must be said that Black would have loved to break as many of those as possible, but since the Otherworld barged in Black's small pond, anything of that sort must be done, very, very carefully. However, whenever the chance appears, Black had little qualm in enjoying the corruption of such creatures, participating even, if the corruption will cause suffering to any of the powerhouses of those factions.
With an improved mood due to the videos of Oboro, Black continued his work, and much to his surprise, Oboro herself came into the office a couple of hours later, to report to him about how the Chaos Arena was no longer viable, but several other operations on the Tokyo Kingdom City are working fine. The poor little bitch did not even remember that she died there and that she was just another infected clone, but Black sees little benefit in revealing any of it, so, the vampire kept that nudge of information for himself, and enjoyed the devotion of the abomination for all that it was worth.
What Black did not expect, and completely blindsided him, was for Ingrid to blitz into the office, glare at Oboro with unusual fury, and proceed to beat the purple-haired woman to an inch of her life.
That...came as something really out of character for Ingrid.
Now, to be fair, It is true that Ingrid despised the aberration that was Oboro, and the Hell Knight has never made any attempt to hide the disgust that she felt about the business that Nomad runs. It is also true that Oboro hated Ingrid with equal passion, and Black knew that Oboro was already scheming to let Ingrid fall into the hands of the enemies of Nomad and let her be broken as so many victims has been broken before her.
But even with all the bad blood between the two, Black knew that Ingrid would have never lowered herself into violence like this unless Black himself gave the command, and Black has not given the command. Well, maybe before the merge, with so many resets of sorts, Black did not worry much about the small details.
Still, the spectacle was one for the books. Oboro was a Taimanin, infected with a horrible concoction, aye, but Taimanin nonetheless, yet, Ingrid was beating the third in command of Nomad into a smear in the ground.
Black liked a good old catfight, but this was not even a catfight, just Ingrid about to turn another of the aberrant clones of the original Oboro into mulch.
"Ingrid". Called Black to his favorite pet, and Ingrid froze, with one fist covered in black flames, ready to fist Oboro's mutilated face into her own cranium.
The face of Oboro was a collection of bruises, blood, and charred and mangled flesh, yet the remaining sane eye of Oboro only spoke of hate and pain.
"I do not recall giving you the order to beat Oboro to a pulp", the tone of Black was calm and measured. "So, I have to ask, what is the cause of this sudden rebellion?".
Ingrid paled and froze, she was a Hell Knight, once her oath was given, she was, mind, soul, and body, the loyal knight of her master. It was one of the greatest marks of honor in the Dark World to have a Hell Knight under one's command. Black cheated to gain Ingrid's loyalty, one of the best Hell Knights of this era, and Black recognized that the fame of the Hell Knight was more than deserved.
"It's not rebellion my lord", Ingrid huffed, snorting at the beaten form of Oboro, and letting her fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"I will never rebel against you, my lord". Bowed Ingrid to her master.
Black internally felt that pang of twisted pleasure at the domination he had over Ingrid.
"However", continued Ingrid, turning his furious gaze to Oboro. "The shenanigans of Oboro had gone too far, and may cost us everything".
"What are you screeching about, cow?". The voice of Oboro was a bit altered due to the mangled lips and face that she had now, but due to her inhuman nature, she had survived the beating and was already recovering.
"Stupid fool", hissed Ingrid with enough venom to poison a hydra. "Time and time again, I have told you, and the vicious mongrels that you call minions, to be cautious about who do you kidnap, that the wrong victim will have disastrous consequences".
Spiting a couple of teeth, Oboro raised from the ground, defiant and with pure hate brimming on her eyes.
"You shitstain, what are you talking about?. All bitches of the last week were nobodies". Screeched Oboro at the top of her lungs.
"Stupid waste of flesh, you kidnapped Pale Eyes". Quicker than Black expected, Ingrid slapped Oboro in the face, again, sending her twirling to the floor, with several more teeth flying out of her mouth.
"Pfuah?!", protested Oboro from the floor, recovering from the slap that would have beheaded an orc without problems.
Pale Eyes. Black remembered the video that he has seen before about a very voluptuous Taimanin enjoying the ministrations of one of the many Injuus that Nomad had under their command. More likely, Ingrid was referring to that particular Taimanin.
"Pale Eyes?. The pig that looks as if she is blind?". Pain and disbelief echoed in Oboro's voice. "She is a rogue Taimanin, one of the bloodlines that Asagi culled after the clusterfuck of Danzo's revolt, she was just whoring herself to a fucking nobody when we captured the slut!".
The deadpan of Ingrid was a new expression, it spoke volumes about how little impressed she was with the explanations of Oboro, and how she felt even more justified to continue beating her to a pulp. Black had to admit that Ingrid's expression at that moment was really scary, the vampire didn't know Ingrid had the personality to pull that one.
And then Ingrid said the words. And those words cut short any amusement and nailed into the heads of everyone present the kind of incoming catastrophe that they unleashed unto themselves.
"That fucking nobody is Todd Esfell".
Stunned silence enveloped the room, only the soft hum of the computer of Black, filled the background,
"Oh". Was the very eloquent response of Black.