Now, one could possibly ask:
"Who is Todd Esfell, and how come his name could make Edwin Black put his serious face, up?.
The answer required a bit of history about the world, and how the universe, as it is today, came to be.
Let's start from the beginning.
Imagine a big, empty canvas, and draw a blue spot in the center of it.
That will represent Earth, or the Human World, and the Sea Mother, the massive space outside of the atmosphere of Earth
There is life out there, but between the constant gravitational shenanigans of Earth, the dimensional mayhem that is the "twin" that is the Dark World latching to Earth, and other alien problems. The universe, in general, preferred not to touch the Solar System, not even with a ten galaxy pole.
Now, paint a purple ball at the side of the blue ball, as if they are Siamese twins, connected, but not entirely mingled.
That is the Dark World, also known as the Underworld.
The dimension that the Aions; supposedly the creators of the universe as we know it; created to prevent the ongoing wars between the supernatural races and humans. Orcs, fairies, werewolves, you name it, you have it. To simplify the abundant variants of the supernatural, the world got accustomed to put them under the umbrella term of demons. In a similar manner that the term martial arts covered from boxing to karate, so did demon cover from orcs to a succubus.
In the past, that would be the cosmology of the universe, as most of the people of both worlds knew about it, however, there was an extra world, that very few knew about, and with good reasons.
The Otherworld.
Also known as the Spirit World, and the Undefeated World.
The place of residence of entities that can be called demons, gods, eldritch beings, and everything in between. To follow the canvas comparison, if the canvas is the Sea Mother, the painter is the Otherworld, connected to all worlds, and way above all of them.
In the past, in the previous merges of the Human and Dark Worlds, thanks to the gravitational shenanigans of Edwin Black, the inhabitants of the Otherworld were incredibly unusual on the Human and Dark Worlds. The mere opening of a portal between the two required a tremendous amount of souls, and if the entity wanted to keep its power at full, a lot more souls would be needed.
However, as Edwin Black discovered most painfully, the usual gatekeeper of the portals between the Otherworld and the Sea Mother; the Black Hands; was more interested in preventing Black to pull another gravity merge, than to block the creation of portals.
With the Otherworld being far more active in this world than in any of the other merges, Black had to take a step back, and, for the first time in a long, long time, be careful about what he did. Of course, old habits die hard, and Black, confident in his ways, or, well, to be fair, Oboro, one of Black's minions, was the one that screwed it up.
To be fair, it was not the first time that it happened.
In the past, Nomad tried to kidnap and enslave all kinds of individuals, from mundane to supernatural, and their usual playbook was filled to the brim with sexual tricks. Tentacles, raping, drugs, mind-breaking magics, bio-chips that sublimate the will of the victim, the whole nine yard. And it was a very effective method to enslave and terrify any possible rival, making them known that they will be the next, or that none of their families or loved ones will be safe from being the next slut to the broken/sold to any interested buyers.
Then, Nomad discovered that they were no longer the biggest asshole around, and got their asses handed to them, in a lot of creative and terrific ways.
For example, what happened when one of the many demons serving Black, decided that a voluptuous woman, one of the many visitors of the Chirihama beach, was the perfect target to be tentacle'd, and went for it, the demon discovered that the woman was a fallen angel, six wings fallen angel.
The poor demon discovered anal sex with light spears, and the Grigori; the fallen angel organization, who are addicted to a good tumble in the hay, but really had an ax to grind with the Nomad and their cronies; did hunt, and genocide, the entire slavering of Nomad on that part of Japan.
Did Nomad learn from the experience?.
Heck, nay, they just got craftier, and sneakier.
But even then, clusterfucks are bound to happen, when the entire corporation is ruled by a dick that only thinks with his dick, and is unable to entirely comprehend that he is not the biggest dick around anymore.
Todd Esfell was just the bell that tolls the karmic retribution that is coming to Nomad, and by extension, Edwin Black.
But who is, exactly, Todd Esfell?.
Todd Esfell, or as he is more commonly known, The Undertaker, is a foreign Otherworld entity that crash-landed in the Underworld at the early compasses of the Devil Civil War.
For the vast majority of the world, demons represent the entirety of the inhabitants of the Underworld or the Dark World, but the truth is, that the Devils, the race that was formed when the Aion known as the Morning Star betrayed his father, the Aion known as GOD, and created the race known as Devils, were there at the creation of the Dark World, and they have ruled it since forever.
The Dark World was originally a dictatorship, all under the command of Lucifer; the name of the first Fallen, and his consort, Lilith, supposedly the prototype of all females on both worlds. The Great War between Lucifer and the rest of the Aions happened, and everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Fast forward several millennia, add constant shuffle and reshuffle of Black's gravitational merges and trying to make a cohesive tale of how the Devils and Demons come to be is like trying to make sense of an Escher picture drunk out of your mind. Not that the Devils cared much about their past, with the winners of the Devil Civil War, more than eager than start a new chapter and flipping the bird to the old generation and their antics.
The conflicts between the Aions shocked the Otherworld, and as a consequence of their battles, the place known as the Dimensional Gap was formed.
This place is a mixture of all realities, an infinite space where all realities rub against each other, without none of them gaining a foothold over the other. The problem is that the Dimensional Gap was a massive hole in the universe, and things from beyond could access the Otherworld, the Underworld, and the Human World, relatively unimpeded, and provoke the absolute destruction of the universe as we know it.
Oddly enough, a big ass dragon called Great Red; supposedly the dragon of the apocalypse recorded in the Bible, set up shop on the Dimensional Gap, and the moment the dragon secured his turf, the party ended quickly.
Rumors spoke about another dragon that lived there beforehand, who was really pissed about what Great Red had done, and that had sworn vengeance, but, so far, all of that was just whispers on the supernatural rumor mill.
Todd Esfell was one of those dimensional pariahs. Foreign entities that slipped past the Dimensional Gap, and managed to survive an encounter with Great Red. Such occurrences can be counted with the fingers of a hand, and there will be fingers to spare.
According to the records of the Devil Civil War, Todd fell to the Underworld, made a big splat, and one of the Satans, a young, but powerful Sirzechs Gremory, found the splattered remains of Todd, found the living mass of groaning flesh, and eldritch power a very interesting guy, and after collecting him with a shovel and bucket, helped the quasi-god to get back on his feet.
It proved to be one of the best decisions Sirzechs has done in his life.
Eager to pay his debt to the Gremory, Todd joined him on the front lines, fighting against the Old Satan Faction, not because he actually cared about the right or wrong of the entire thing, but because Sirzechs has helped him when Todd was at his lowest, and Todd needed to pay such a debt.
Armed with Aaron's rod, one of the so-called "Hands of God", and with a mastery over magic and necromancy that baffled even millennia-old devils, not to mention his ability to shatter minds and control those of weak will, every battlefield where Todd walked in, soon became a graveyard.
Hence the Undertaker moniker.
With the arrival of the Undertaker, the ongoing war changed the paradigm, as Todd's magic was eldritch in origin, and by so, very difficult to counter by the Old Satan Faction, not to mention how now even the death marched against the Old Satan Faction that always considered themselves on the superior side of the numbers.
Defeat after defeat, the Old Satan Faction found themselves pushed to the very edge of the Underworld, teetering the borders of the Otherworld, and the footholds that the Otherworld had on the twin dimension of Earth. Todd would have loved to conduct a genocide run against all the remnants of the Old Satan Faction, to see for himself the edges of this fascinating new world, so full of potential and wonders.
Still, Todd was not just an eldritch monster; though, anyone that knew his real form would be objecting to that, most vehemently; Todd was a human that was unfortunate enough to be at the wrong time, on the wrong spot, and fortunate enough to survive the following clusterfuck.
Being slapped by a hundred meters dragon made of pure bullshit, and splatter most of his physical mass over around half a kilometer of the Underworld was hardly what one would care a successful escape, but for Todd, who has seen waaaaay too many things, it was far better than the alternative that awaited for him, on his home universe.
Trials tempered and forged the human that was Todd Esfell into something….well, when the locals called him eldritch, they were not entirely wrong, but the truth is that Todd was something that the locals defined as Angels.
The problem is that Todd was a biblical accurate Angel.
There were some very good reasons why the first words that a true angel says are "Be Not Afraid".
To tell the truth, compared to a true Seraphim, Todd's true form was small potatoes.
Even so, for the vast majority of the locals, he seems like a mixture of the priest of some kind of technological cult and a tentacle monster, draped in some kind of mystical robes, and with extra mechanical arms and guns over its body.
In resume, a bloody monster.
To be able to walk around without any of the many supernatural hunting associations of the world hounding him like bitches in heat, Todd used the greatest power in his arsenal.
Shapeshifting.
Taking the appearance of an archaeologist that Todd meet during his hunt for the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, that allowed him to build an identity outside of the monster that cooperated with the Four Satans to put an end to the Civil War.
Serafall Leviathan, formerly Sitri, the only female of the Four Satans, yet not the weakest by any stretch of the imagination, loved the rugged, adventurous, appearance of Todd, it fit him well, the only problem is that, no matter what, Todd's eyes were always inhuman, and with six protuberances on his back that could expand into six-foot tentacles. An unfortunate side effect of shipwrecking into a dimension of pure chaos.
All in all, he was lucky, it could have been way worse, and walked out of the place looking as the campy young love child of Cthulhu and a toaster.
Once the war was over, Todd found himself strolling the Underworld, exploring it at a more leisure place. Enjoying travels up and down the strange and colossal dimension, that due to its own nature had entire continents uncharted and more than enough mystery lands to keep an adventurer entertained for several lives.
Infamy had its own advantages, as only the more idiotic of the sore losers of the civil war dared to go after him. With each assassination attempt failing in quite the spectacular manners, Todd found himself with a small cult of followers and fans. People that followed his adventurers through the newscasts of the Underworld, and read books about his travels and adventurers.
That was disturbing, though, not as disturbing as Todd; in full Undertaker regalia; walked into the main publisher of the books about his persona, and several other businesses that were making a profit of him, and let them known, crystal clear, that he expected juicy dividends to be deposited on his bank account on the regular, or, he will visit them again, and this time he will bring the Big Stick.
An obscure reference to the divine artifact known as the "Hand of God" that Todd used as mage staff, and that has produced more than one raised eyebrow, and squeals of barely contained fear.
Eldritch being what's not, Todd had bills to pay, and he was a civilized aberration after all.
With the Underworld recuperating from the war, and with the 9 Noble Demon Houses back in business, Todd discovered one of the most curious customs of the Underworld.
The Hell Knight Ritual.
Hell Knight is a title that any demon can earn, albeit, only demons. It has something to do with a terrific dragon of the past, a beast created by one of the archdevils; Beelzebub was the running bet those days; that wanted an empowered army of demons to overthrow the majority of the ruling devil class.
Plot twist, the dragon designed a ritual that created the most chivalrous demons of the Underworld. Empowered, human-like warriors with a strong code of honor that acted as the protectors of the Underworld and bodyguards, enforcers, and companions of the 9 Noble Houses, or, and here comes the trick, whatever master they deem worthy.
Among the Hell Knights, the more famous on those days were Beowulf; a lass that is often mistaken with the Norse hero and that has brought her quite the amount of headaches; and Judith Eile Rosenkranz.
Out of curiosity, and without anything better to do that decade, Todd traveled with the aforementioned ladies, and with a promising Hell Knight called Ingrid, helping with the training of Ingrid. Todd never attempted to become a Hell Knight, leaving apart the strange coincidence that only females had passed the trial on the last centuries; even if there are male statues on the ritual spot; Todd suspected that his own essence as an eldritch being will react badly to whatever extras provide the Prime Hell Knight ritual.
Parting ways with the Hell Knights in friendly terms, Todd decided that it was time to explore the Human World, and took the train that the devils used to traverse the words, without depending on the Hell Gates that opened in the human world, and that the 9 Noble houses suspected was affecting the human world quite badly.
Well, they were right, but to be honest, the Underworld did not care much about the human world, beyond any possible profit that they could get from them. Only the devils seemed to start investing heavily in the human world, and that was only thanks to the Peerage thing that Ajuka Beelzebub created to replenish the loss of so many devils in the Great War of the Aions, and the civil devil war.
Of course, Todd had another reason to run from the Underworld, one a bit more personal.
Once the peerage pieces; looking as chess pieces; became a thing, mail started to flood his inbox, both digital and physical, about petitions to join his peerage, or, if Todd was not a "King" to join the peerage of the sender.
It was a bit overwhelming, Todd has never been leader material, well, the undead did not count, they usually have the personality of a toaster, and most of his adventures were him doing his solo act. The small part of humanity that still stood defiant inside of the eldritch monster feared for the safety of any companions that he could drag with him to the deepest holes of reality.
Sirzerchs offered him a spot on his peerage, the bishop or the rook piece was tailor-made for Todd, but Todd feared the consequences of turning into a devil. Todd was a foreign entity, something that carried the essence of pure chaos beyond the Dimensional Gap, hellfire not born from hell, an artifact of god that should not exist, a spark of the divinity of foreign gods, and several more things better left unsaid.
In resume, the powder keg was stable and secure, please do not throw a Molotov at it.
The disappointment of Sirzechs was real, and considering that the redhead Satan was one of the few real friends that Todd had, it hurt. Sirzechs had more than pure political motives to offer the piece.
One of the more common traits of the Gremory House is that they are fiercely protective of family. As far as Sirzechs was concerned, the glorious bastard of an eldritch being that bled for him and his family, and that fought side by side with Sirzechs when he stormed the fortress that held Grafia; the love of Sirzechs; was family in all but blood.
It really warmed the many angled and unholy mass of flesh that Todd called heart.
One of several, Todd had lots of those organs, not sure why, but one day they will come in handy for something, he swears.
The other personal reason is that Serafall was also after Todd, hell-bent on making Todd join her peerage. The mischievous Lady Leviathan knew very well, that the oh-so-scary monster that had everyone at their mothers quaking on their boots, was in truth, a tentacled softie that would never say no to a pretty face.
So, like it had happened so many times, in so many words, Todd deployed a tactical retreat and got as far as inhumanely possible from the scheming lady that wanted you well, but is going to be troublesome as fuck to deal with the consequences.
The human world was vibrant, a welcome change of pace with the last world that Todd visited before he escaped from his corner of the multiverse. Humanity was growing at an incredible pace, with cybernetics and other technologies soaring, not in small part due to the other words into the human world.
The influence of the supernatural was mostly kept undercover, but for those that knew where to look, the supernatural was all around humanity. There were places where the supernatural was in the open, like Amidahara, and Yomihara, due to the presence of the Demon Gates in situ, however, they are the exception, not the rule.
The world was teetering on the verge of an open war between two major powers, the UFS, and the Chinese Union, with the vast majority of Europe being neutral and keeping a tight leash on the supernatural, and the African Continent with their own internal wars brewing. Due to the train of the Underworld being located in Izumo; on a symbolic location, as it was supposedly the entrance of Yomi; Todd walked into the Japanese soil, and not a week later, had the Taimanin stalking him like bloodhounds.
To be fair, it was Todd's fault. Ignorant of the customs of the new world, Todd did not adjust all that well about walking among humanity again, and, well, his unique eldritch composition flared at the difficulty of adjusting to the human world, and in Japan, that only means one thing.
You will have a Taimanin all over you, and not in a good way.
The discovery of the Taimanin was one of those events that floored Todd. As a dimensional eldritch pariah, Todd has visited his fair share of the world with lousy morals, or with an entirely different concept of how social custom works. However, the last thing that Todd expected, was a voluptuous kunoichi, dressed with a skintight porn parody catsuit making her entire body gobble and bounce in the most glorious ways possible, trying to seduce or kill him.
A lot of mixed signals on the Taimanin lass.
Guided by the usual incomprehensible thought process of the eldritch flesh that compose most of his body, Todd started a cat and mouse game with the Taimanin. She went after him, they fight for a bit, he runs, she follows, Todd leads her into a trap, he captures her, they have a nice, friendly, chat, and Todd lefts her, telling her when he is going to be the next days to the process can be repeated.
This game of cat and mouse had the unfortunate side effect that incensed the passions of the Taimanin, that took it as a personal challenge, and, well, even if she did not want to admit it, it was nice to actually have someone to talk outside of the corps, even if it was a demon.
The Taimanin, a young, yet very capable Taimanin called Shiranui was a master of the naginata, and impressive control of her "Ninja Art" Water Art, and the Taima particles that gave the Taimanin the edge against the supernatural. Todd was very amused by the fact that the Taimanin were actually the descendants of demons. But even with all that skills, she was so comically outgunned that it was not even funny.
Still, for the outside eye, the entire thing was mind blogging.
Shiranui stalked Todd as he went with his business; learning more and more about the world around, and seeking a place where to hang his coat somewhere on this world; and when she was convinced that there was an opening, she went for the kill.
Todd and Shiranui fought for a while, but it was more Todd explaining Shiranui the weak spots of her techniques, and giving her advice about how to improve her skills, until Todd seemed satisfied, disabled any protections that Shiranui had on herself, paralyze her, teleported both of them to a rented room that Todd had on the city, and there, have a nice, friendly dinner.
Aye, as it sounds. The screeching sounds that echo in the background, are the common sense of this world having a stroke.
The first time Shiranui was trapped by invisible ropes, a spell that Todd learned on the first world that he visited, a world of mages, and the Taimanin feared the worst, however, and much to the internal confusion of Shiranui, Todd just sit in front of her, and start talking with her.
Not abuse, not forced insertion of drugs and/or slimy appendages, not a crude language, nothing. The bastard even had the decency of transforming the concrete on a comfortable cushion, so Shiranui was comfortable in her trapped state.
Shiranui tried to present a brave front, but Todd sighed and with a mere thought, smashed all the mental barriers of Shiranui. Still, Todd did not plunder the brain of Shiranui, just demonstrated that he could do it, whenever the hell he wanted.
The second time, Shiranui was paralyzed by another spell, even if she had taken a talisman to prevent the robes.
On the third time, Shiranui had mystic engravings in her body to prevent outside magical intrusions and found herself hugged by a sixty meters long serpent of some kind that tickled her skin with its tongue. The giggles that she emitted because of the treatment still mortify her.
By the fourth time, Shiranui brought more weapons, that flew out of her hands before Todd transfigured the weapons into chains and trapped her with them.
Then Todd transported both of them to a nice and cozy apartment somewhere; Shiranui expected the worst: before Todd made both of them dinner, leaving Shiranui trying to make heads or tails about what is going on, and what the fuck happened to the world when she was not looking.
Shiranui liked the dinner though, it was nice.
With her pride overwhelming her common sense, Shiranui changed tactics and tried to seduce Todd, trying to kill him when he was satisfying his lust with her body. That is, possibly, the worst possible way of thinking for a Taimanin, especially against sex demons that have evolved too, precisely, be the master of those tactics. The Bedroom arts, are still a powerful tool in some Taimanins, and they used them with mastery and precision, even against demons, but Shiranui was not one of those Taimanins.
The next time they fight, Shiranui acted especially provocative, flaunting her gorgeous body, and using some of the Taimanin pheromones, and other ninja tricks to make Todd lose control and let her kill him.
The tentacles of Todd disarmed Shiranui, put her in a Shibari stance, allowing Todd to go town on her folds, with a foot-long vibrating tongue.
The next morning, Shiranui awakened, sprawled on a very comfy bed, and with her mind still reeling from the cavalcade of orgasms that the bloody demon had provoked her just with his tongue. That long, dexterous, tongue that had shown her heaven.
Said demon was at the other side of the room, smiling like the cat that ate the canary, and levitating a very appealing cup of freshly made coffee. The ashamed whine of Shranui made Todd's day.
Unfortunately, Todd had to abandon Japan for quite sometime after that, traveling all over the world, and stomping all kinds of heads in the process, and building a reputation for himself, in and out of the Underworld, as a powerful freelancer that could go toe to toe with even Otherworld entities, and be the last one standing.
The moniker of the Undertaker become more than well known all over the world, the brand of Todd Esfell, so to speak. A decade and a half later, with the disaster that the TKC and the Demon Gates, not to mention the failed nuclear drop in Amidahara, presented Todd with an interesting opportunity.
Yomihara was a candy.
A Demon Gate surrounded a city, meaning all the infrastructure that Todd could want, a five kilometers city dedicated to moving back and forth merchandise between the Underworld and the Human World, and even better, free of the control of all government of both sides. Todd's smile scared any demon that saw it before he walked right into the middle of Yomihara, claimed that the city was his now, and spoke three words.
"Klaatu. Barada Nikto"
Kurenai and her friend Ayame, two former Taimanins before they went independent, were one of the few, very few, witnesses to the grotesque slaughterhouse that Yomihara became for almost a week straight.
The bootleg videos and records that were recovered after the back give nightmares to even veteran Taimanins.
Corpses with pustulous mutations hunted down all the criminals of the city, gray-skinned women, the abused corpses of the slaves of all the slavery gangs on Yomihara became cannibalistic hags that hunted and castrated their former tormentors with their lamprey mouths, flayed alive, cancerous as running zombies jumped in unholy hunger at their victims. Impossibly coordinated squads of skeletons with guns taken from the mutilated corpses of the Ryumon forces and other gangs hunted down the living and acted as guides for entire containers of slaves, who were transported by headache-inducing creatures with a passing resemblance to an octopus.
Like a god of death and madness, Undertaker floated above his unholy minions, casting spells that made more than one self-called magician balk in a mixture of disbelief and disturbed curiosity.
Flesh flooded out of the bones of those that opposed Undertaker, and their bones grabbed back their weapons and proceed to execute whoever has been fortunate enough to survive the magical strike.
It took a week to cleanse the underground city, in an orgy of fire, cannibalistic frenzy, horrific mutations, and magical mayhem.
Even with a lot of reinforcements coming from the Dark World, that found themselves as unable to fight against the grotesque undead as any enforcers of the criminal underground, that Undertaker was slaughtering with extreme prejudice and no little joy.
Nomad, Ryumon, House of Greed, Chinese Union, it mattered little.
They all fell under the impossible undead forces, trapped into a confined location, overwhelmed by sheer numbers, and with a magician capable of fighting at the side of the Satans unleashing magical mayhem.
Finally, with nearly eighty percent of the population imprisoned or slaughtered; all innocents were evacuated with Kurenai and Ayame, along with all the slaves pending to be transported in and out of the country; the locals wised up and decided to present surrendering terms.
Black sent Ingrid to deal with the menace, but Ingrid recognize Todd in a second and explained to her lord why the Undertaker was way out of her league. Black would have just absorbed Todd into his gravity, and started a new merge, free out of the headaches that this one was giving him, but the scars of the Black Hand reminded him that, that, was no longer an option.
In a tower made of the moaning flesh of the former masters of the House of Greed, Todd listened to the terms of the defeated former bosses of this Hell City and presented his counteroffer, a very clear, very simple set of rules.
1- I rule this place.
2- Business will flow no matter what, leave your shit out of it.
3- Do not fuck with the Undertaker.
Of course, the previous bosses did not like it and tried to put Undertaker down.
Lots of the bosses worked with very powerful, very dangerous people, vampires, Lamias, Old Satan devils, and all kinds of nasty buggers that do not stop at anything to satisfy their desires. They had access to magic, to troops, to a lot of resources that could ruin the day of anyone, and they put them to use.
Surprise, Todd had access to a lot of those as well, but better.
A year later, Yomihara was back in business, from an untrained eye, everything seemed back to normal, but for those that understood what was really going on, Yomihara had changed to a fundamental level.
Illegal businesses were still crowding the city, bordellos, drugs, weapons, all vices were represented, but all of them bend the knee to the supreme ruler of the underground city, even if they did not do it openly, there was no business in the undercity that did not pay homage to the Undertaker.
During the slaughter, Todd freed a lot of slaves, however, inside of the House of Greed, Todd found several "cubed" women, filled to the brim with extraordinary unusual modifications, ready to be shipped to Vladivostok. Russia, inner Russia, seemed to be a very common customer of the most strange and unique of the body modifications that Yomihara produced.
Among those slaves, the last member of a Taimanin bloodline, codename "Pale Eyes", was rescued, and taken out of the underground city, still, and much to the bafflement of Todd, the lady went back to Yomihara, stalked; it can not be called otherwise; Todd for a couple of weeks, before she swore herself to him.
Being brutally honest, Todd was utterly baffled about the entire thing.
It was the first time that a kunoichi did something like that to him, I mean, in the past, he was part of a Mage Noble House, and had servants and all that, but a kunoichi that can leave supermodels as clumsy donkeys swearing oaths of servitude like that?.
That was a first, one of the few that Todd had.
The Stockholm syndrome of the lass was something to behold; at a distance; but Todd just treated her fairly, offering a job, a house, you know, the whole nine yards, and the poor sod aggravated the situation, even more, making Pale Eyes fall even more in love with him.
Taking it slowly, Todd tried to court Pale Eyes the right way, you know, dates, dinner, sharing interests, like normal people.
Of course, no one had the heart to inform Todd that she was trying to woo his own stalker and that a romantic picnic in the fields of Gehenna, on the Dark World, was something unusual, to say the least. Add to this insanity, how rusty was Todd in the dating scene, how he believed that tentacle massages were perfectly fine, and similar ideas, and the entire spectacle it was something out the unholy child of Lovecraft myths and a shojo manga.
Pale Eyes loved it though, she had multiple orgasms whenever Todd took his true form, and make them sweet, tender, and passionate love, with all his tentacles filling her so fully that she blanked by sheer pleasure, each time Todd cum inside of her.
It was one of those situations that make any witness just say nope, and continue with their lives, happy on the firm belief that ignorance was bliss.
And then, one day like any other, a bunch of imbeciles, guided by a mentally deranged clone, decided that kidnap the woman of the Undertaker, and submitting her to sexual torture was a swell idea.