[b][u]Hell Through Heaven[/u][/b] [b][i]Solara, NTR[/i][/b] ===================================================== [i]Michael Vorkraft was having the time of his life. He'd been resurrected from the dead, was one of the wealthiest business moguls in the Galaxy due to a great ability granted to him by his handler. He was about to unveil his food production technique for the whole world to see, and if all went to plan, he would complete his unholy mission from Hell to his handlers satisfaction.[/i] "Hello, Solara!" [i]he shouted, entering to massive applause.[/i] "Many of you are wondering, even now, 'Who is this guy? Where did he come from? Why is he here? Well, if you [i]really[/i] want to know, I'll tell you!" [i]Everyone cheered and chanted,[/i] "[u]TELL US! TELL US! TELL US![/u]" [i]For a few minutes before he held his hands up, and the crowd granted him silence.[/i] "I'll tell you. I came from Hell. The Hell that was the NTR after their disastrous war. I looked upon the broken system, and I said to myself, 'How could I best help these people?' This had me pondering for a long time. I figured it out though. I discovered a [b]brilliant[/b] new food production technique, one that will revolutionize agriculture, but, more importantly, one that will feed the starving citizens of those ravaged world's, FOR NO CHARGE!" [i]Everyone begins screaming, some cry, others simply stare on, stunned.[/i] "That's right, people! Completely free! And, I'll-" [i]A boom goes off, behind the crowd, making everyone turn their head. A pillar of fire had formed, the trademark entrance of Fenrir. Though, this wasn't his regular blue fire, but fire of the most violent red. Fenrir was left kneeling on the ground, visibly shaking from rage. His eyes blazed like wildfires.[/i] "You're, you're Fenrir, right? You helped against those rebels! Everyone a round of a-" "[b]SILENCE![/b]" [i]Everyone quieted. People backed away as he approached the stand in the City Square.[/i] "[b]You. Are not. Franklin Morroe![/b]" [i]He says, pointing his finger.[/i] "I have no clue what you're going o-" "[b]SILENCE! You! You are Michael Vorkraft! Everything you are is a lie! I will end it![/b]" [i]He says, drawing Ragnarok from his back. People scream and flee to the nearby buildings. In the resulting chaos, Michael steps down from the stage. He walks towards Fenrir, a wry grin on his face. No audio can be heard, but he says something, and Fenrir hears it.[/i] "Väken." [i]Fenrir stops, his face going white. He begins to push on, visibly sweating. Michael continues speaking.[/i] "Hør. Màne. Natt." [i]Fenrir releases one hand, grabbing his head, his pace slowing. Michael continues speaking.[/i] "Skogrydding. Regn." [i]The Wolf falls to his knees at the feet of Michael.[/i] "[b]NO! PLEASE, GOD, NO![/b]" [i]He screams. Michael smiles maliciously.[/i] "Brann. Adlyde." [i]Fenrir stops his convulsions and screaming. He stands to his full height, at attention, staring straight ahead. His previous tears were still running down his cheeks, however, the flow had ceased, and his face was as stone. He said, devoid of emotion or thought,[/i] "[b]Jeg väkner, hører, og adlyde[/b]." [i]Michaels smile broadened p, and he began to back away. The last of the civilians cleared the square, leaving Fenrir, surrounded by the guards and arriving police. He showed no acknowledgement of the presence of anyone. Michael laughed, and said,[/i] "Brenne og skape kaos." [i]Fenrir turned, noting the armed men, and his eyes blazed with blood-red fire. As Michael entered a vehicle, driving off at top speed, Fenrir attacked, massacring the men. A small explosion emanated from the Square. Michael laughed again.[/i] "Hell through Heaven's Champion." [i]The true Ragnarök had begun, and no one would stop the Wolf...[/i] [spoiler]Open. Challenge him at your own risk.[/spoiler]