An Unknown Place of Torture, presumably Hell

He screamed.

And screamed, and screamed, and still he screamed, but never did things get any better for Jude. Each hour, each passing minute, each millisecond that flew by became infinitely filled with horrendous pain.

This world was so terrible. So hot and fiery, with Hellhounds and the other Demons as his Masters. Here, Jude knew his place. Here, even Jude cried out for Their Reunion to save him.

But millenia passed for the Forsaken one and the torture did not end. He was not saved.

Until he felt a tremble. A ripple, which spread infintesimally through his being, from somewhere on Earth. Jude became aware of a being. A being which, though it did not know it was, would be Jude's savior. He focused on it's position, it's placement in the world. If anything, it was one small glimmer of hope in Jude's eternal torment in Hell.

He focused on the being. He focused on it, for it was his hero. It had a name, and tha tname was 'Muramasa.' It would save Jude.

And it would do so at a rather innocuous place, known as the Red Star Circus.

'Yes!'

Through eternities of pain and suffering, Jude sensed it. He saw with his mind's eye, the hulking beast that was Muramasa, tearing apart some weakling human who did nothing to prevent his own fate. This was his chance!

Jude would have cheered for Muramasa, the disgusting monster that he was, but the prodding blades of one million demons prevented anything but pain on Jude's part. It was just as well. Hellhounds would have caught whiff of the emotion, had Jude felt it by this point.

Gathering up all his strength and will-power, Jude gripped at the walls of reality. He tore loose from the shackles of thought and body, taking hold of a new source of energy. He heard chattering. Millions and billions of voices calling at once, screaming at the beast.

MURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASAMURAMASA

'No wonder the poor bastard is fucked up ten times sideways.' Jude thought. Yes, he thought! His first thought in so long! He cackled in his head with mad, horrific glee.

Grabbing hold of the dark force of muramasa's essence in the human realm, Jude climbed out of Hell, pushing against the armors of conscious and shattering that window between life and death. Now it was his turn to join the fray, to keep tabs on the goings on and power of the real world. He hopped out into the etheral plain, and into the body of one very dead Ivan Crowley.