NOTE: In this story the main character (you) is male and CAN be captured by the tentacles and all that entails. If you don't like scenes of tentacles on male(s) please be aware that these scenes will appear in this story.

You could almost scream in aggravation at the old woman slowly leading you to the supposed entrance to the lair of the demons who took your baby girl, Elizabeth.

Gripping your sword tightly in anger, you think that today was supposed to be her wedding day! She had just turned eighteen two days ago and she was meant to marry Lord Ekeunbion's son, Prince Marcus, about two hours ago - just another thing ruined and defiled by the foul creatures preying on the innocence of a young girl!

If only you hadn't let her go for that walk last night...

If only you had at least sent a gaurd with her...

If only you...

"Here we are," whispered the old woman, looking down at was seemed to be a common manhole gate to the sewers. "This is the best place to start - it is where the last reports rumored to at least."

"So you're not really sure," you snarled in rage! "You don't know if my little girl is down there or not?!"

"Milord, milord please," she begged. "Time is of the essence here! No I do not know for sure, but I am almost positive this is where to start - if I'm right you'll know as soon as you go down; there will be an oddly enticing smell the closer you get to the creatures. Please, lord, the Lady Elizabeth must be rescued soon - if she stays within the monsters' grasp for too long she will become enslaved by the demons' lusts! You MUST hurry if you want to save her mind as well as her body!"

Without another word you removed the manhole and quickly descended the slick ladder - it is utterly dark at the bottom.

"At least Magister Valerio could teach me some magic," you growl, using a torch light spell - a small, will-o-wisp like orb circled over your head and provided some illumination to the musky underground.

The sewers were drained dry here, but a strange, sticky multi-colored slime was smeared over the base of the ladder as well as the floor and walls. Facing to the left of the ladder you smelled it - the odd odor the woman referred to, it was sweet, but also sharp; attention grabbing, but at the same time lethargic.

"I'm coming, baby," you swear to the darkness. "I'm coming for you."