Name: Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in
Vehicle: The Contessa (This sleek purple sports car may have cost an arm and a leg, but it was more than worth it so that Ga'ran could have a vehicle that radiates elegance and class. After all, in this world, people judge your value as a person not by the quality of your character, but by how much your material possessions are worth. Plus, Ga'ran was easily able to pay for the vehicle by simply raising taxes for the poor. So in the end, everyone who matters won.)
Vehicle Armor: 1/5 (Do you think that Ga'ran's foolish enough to buy a vehicle under the assumption that it's going to be destroyed? Of course not! And for those people who preach that the Holy Mother will protect anything and anyone from harm if you have enough faith, they're delusional. The Holy Mother doesn't reward such childish fools for their recklessness.)
Vehicle Speed: 5/5 (Fast learners win; striking while the iron is hot; without a sense of urgency, desire loses its value. If you want to succeed in life, then you have to embrace these sayings. Life waits for no one, and if you're moving slowly, you'll be left in the dust and lost in the annals of history. That's why you must always be moving, always acting, and always keeping up with whatever life throws your way.)
Vehicle Handling: Sluggish (Ga'ran had the following to say when questioned about her vehicle's poor handling. "My husband, being the coward that he is, sabotaged my steering so that I could no longer chase after him whenever he tries to flee, drag his sorry carcass back to the palace upon catching him, and pleasure him in ways that most men would kill for. But the joke is on him, for when a woman wants something, nothing can stop her from obtaining it.")
Special Attack: 3/5 (Spider's Maw- If there is one group of people that the Holy Mother admires, it's those who aren't afraid to fight back; the kind of people who don't make lemonade when life gives them lemons, but rather takes those lemons and squeezes their juice right in life's eyes. That's the idea behind the Spider's Maw. If anyone tries to attack Ga'ran, Her Eminence will retaliate with two industrial-strength prongs that will shock them straight to the Twilight Realm. However, in order to deliver the immense electrical payload, Ga'ran has to first drive up close to her victim before clamping the prongs onto the back of their vehicle.)
Bio: I am not my sister, so do not think for even a second that I will try to be sweet and innocent. I do not care what you commoners think of me, for I have more urgent matters to attend to- namely, reclaiming what I have worked so hard to achieve. Luckily, winning this competition should not prove to be all that difficult a task if my opponents- one of which is my pathetic "good" sister who has less spine than a jellyfish- are of any indication.
Kristoph is sitting on a bench off to the side of the road, reading The Art of War as he waits for the winner of Debauched Steel to come and claim their grand prize: the ability to wish for nearly anything that their heart desires. However, the deranged host doesn't have to wait for long, because no more than ten minutes after he first sat down, he feels a forceful finger jabbing into his shoulder.
"Ah, Ms. Khura'in, thank you for being prompt." Kristoph kindly replies with a warm grin as he looks up at the corrupt royal's cold, piercing eyes.
"That's Queen Khura'in to you, Mr. Gavin. Make that mistake again, and the next sound out of your mouth will be screams of pain when I remove your head from your body." Ga'ran snarls.
"And pray tell, who would carry out that threat? You?" The host of Debauched Steel sneers with crossed arms. "Because last time I checked, you were dethroned by Wright and my former protégé turned brainwashed puppet before passing out in a glorified kiddy pool."
"While it is true that I may have suffered a few minor setbacks at the hands of those meddlesome attorneys, they can easily be undone thanks to your powers. That is why my wish is for you to make me Queen of Khura'in for the rest of time." Ga'ran haughtily proclaims.
"Granted." Kristoph replies with a sinister grin.
The host of Debauched Steel raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, Ga'ran finds herself sitting on her imposing gold throne overlooking her audience chamber, the members of her Royal Guard standing before her and chanting their usual praises.
"Excellent." The Queen purrs as Lah'kee rubs her shoulders. "All is right with the world."
However, little does Ga'ran know that as she enjoys her restored position of power, the moon- which has been reshaped in the likeness of Kristoph's glaring face, complete with large glowing red eyes- is hurtling towards Khura'in, growing larger and larger with each passing second as it starts to glow a bright reddish-orange from entering the atmosphere.
But alas, before anyone can even react to the terrifying celestial object, it collides into the kingdom, engulfing it, as well as the entire world, in a sea of flames.
Meanwhile, Kristoph observes the scene unfolding from the safety of a space station in Earth's orbit.
"When the moon crushes your land, destroying the world in flames so grand, that's a terrible fate." Kristoph sings with a sneer on his face before turning to the camera. "I am Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."
A/N: I would like to thank JordanPhoenix for submitting the idea for this chapter. And while on the topic of readers, here's my reply to a guest reviewer.
DJJ680: In that case, you'll be glad to know that after many months of brainstorming, I think I've finally come up with a good way for Kristoph to strike down Iris. And the beautiful part is that Kristoph doesn't even have to inflict any direct physical and/or emotional pain to get the job done.
With that said, I want to wish you all a happy holiday season filled with much joy and merriment. You guys are such great readers who I will always enjoy writing stories for.