Stepping from the shadows of Herr Doctor's Castellated fortress. Pushing back my hood, inspecting the scene of the impending slaughter with cold, blue eyes. "Poor, lost little lambs. So much to fear in the dark, much more, in fact, then their feeble minds could ever hope to compass. Isn"t that right, Victor?" Stepping softly to the chair, my hands slowly caressing the hulking, iron clad shoulders of the ruler, neigh, GOD of Latveria.
"Doom indeed, is what's in store. And what better form, than HellFire?"