Satanis, the Hell Lord
Father Fang was pleased with the progress Heavenly Fang had made and to see his underground utopia flourish was exhilarating. If the world ended, the people of Christ would have one last bastion to turn to…it was unfortunate that the world had to be almost demolished in order to realize it. He knew most of the free world would not accept his vision; that was fine with him. Most the free world was better off in hell and that was exactly what he planned to give to them. They had to know how much they needed him first though, can’t lead an unwilling flock now. Someone had to show them that there were wolves out there ready to devour them without his guidance. It was his responsibility he reasoned, to not only show them, but create the very object of their fear. Everyone feared the devil, whether they admitted it or not. People commit atrocious sins because they don’t immediately see the consequences. Those wars over the ‘holy land’ had tarnished it beyond repair because there were just too many faiths fighting over it and they never considered the consequences. He planned to create something to quell that madness and cripple it beyond healing. Naturally there was only one solution. If they wouldn’t go to slay the devil, then he would bring the devil quite literally to them. With this latest epiphany in mind, Father Fang set about his two most ambitious projects yet: Project Hell Lord and Project Holy Savior.

He didn’t want to admit it to himself but Father Fang hated to lose. The runaway subjects Bronte’Regina and Steropesrex were a stain on his legacy that he desperately wanted to remove. The Tyrannodaemons were a good start but he needed something that would remove his burning resentment at having been unable to bring a therapod kaiju to heel. The other subjects had managed to weed out or discipline the more belligerent varieties but he wasn’t too concerned about ‘control’ at this point. He realized just a little too late that using therapods was much like herding giant, man eating cattle. If you tried to direct them personally they would rebel and eat you. If you just let them loose and then corralled them back into their pens though, it was a very worthwhile investment. They were a lot like living missiles, just fire, watch the destruction, and clean up afterward. Trying to break the creature just made it weak, it was doubtful that even drugs would work for long as Bronte’Regina had shown. That burning rage that bubbled to the surface was their strongest trait and he intended to amplify it to a level not humanly comprehendible. In a secret meeting with the Genetics department, he laid out his plans. They were utterly terrified at what he had in mind. They had every right to be, creating a true ‘chimera’ had not been tried to this extent before. Using therapod DNA for the third time in such a measure was akin to opening Pandora’s Box. They just knew it was a disaster waiting to happen. Father Fang didn’t care. He wanted a monster, a demon; he didn’t care if he insulted God with this latest project, he was pretty sure they were all damned some time ago. He’d make it up the good lord though; he did have the ‘other side of the coin’ so to speak. When he showed them the second plan, they were stunned and wondered if they had finally reached their goal. Father Fang simply smiled his usual wolfish grin.

“Gentlemen, we are oh so very close. This is simply the final step. The world we live in is beset by giant monsters and mankind is on the brink of oblivion; a victim of nature’s torrid temper at last unleashed. Naturally this organization’s goal has been to address this problem however, what is to keep the same people we are trying to save from turning against us with the same fear that they give to the behemoths slithering on the surface hmmm? We have turned the giant’s own blood against them, forged an army from their own bones. That detestable serpent Shimaku may very well eradicate mankind and send us back to the Stone Age in short order. We can’t stop him and his ilk if the fruits of our labor, these pillars of strength and God, are sent tumbling down by the flock’s own hand. We need to show them that it could be worse; we won’t tell them it’s us naturally, that would be counterproductive. Project Hell Lord will be our debut to the globe. We send it out, let it run amuck as the free world is helpless to stop it, and then stop it ourselves. The world will be grateful for saving their life and home while we gain power and prominence. Enough influence to dictate the world as we see fit. We will be a nation with the most powerful weapons in the world. Not even the major powers would able to stop us, even with nuclear missiles. Besides, they will need us to keep the big bad ‘kaiju’ away. So you see gentlemen, control is not the issue here. What I want this time is power, I want something that can tear the world apart. And when it looks like God has abandoned them, we will send the people a ‘savior’.

With no further questions, the Genetics department set about crafting a hell beast that would indeed tear the world apart. Specimens that hadn’t been tried before, their aggression and power too much to handle safely were worked in. Several genus of dinosaur were crafted into the chemical makeup. Tyrannosaurus was a major contribution, simply for its strength and aggression. Faint memories of Eden01 ringing in their heads they pressed on. Stegosaurus, Carnosaurus, and many others were added into the hellish mixing pot that was Project Hell Lord’s DNA. They even added some Quetzalcoatulus genes as Father Fang’s suggestion, for what purpose they could only speculate to be flight…a horrific thought. After stabilizing the genes (a process that took many sleepless nights) they tentatively began to administer the kaiju growth serum. One staff member asked Father Fang if he was sure he wanted to go through with this. Father Fang stared into space in thought before shrugging and stating:

“We have come this far, it’s too late to turn back now. Be it Heaven or Hell that awaits us, the world will not soon forget what we have set in motion this day. Proceed gentlemen, and let the heavens wring their hands for thinking that they and they alone can tamper with human fate.”

The embryo grew and it was already apparent that this subject was different. Even as odd happenings were going on with the team involved with Project Holy Savior, those that were dealing with Project Hell Lord cast many a wary eye on the egg that held what could very well be their doom. Would it be antagonistically predatory like Seraphodon? Would it be cold and calculatingly cruel like Cherubix? The incubation room was insanely hot even when they finally turned the heaters off. The egg practically sizzled and its obsidian color would occasionally flash with red light just under the surface. It wasn’t uncommon for things to randomly combust in the egg’s presence. They learned to wear flame retardant suits for a time as the date for it to hatch drew near. Despite the heat, the embryo seemed to do nothing but thrive and its form grew and developed with great speed, perhaps all too aware of its competition nearby. That fateful day finally tolled and the room rumbled with energy as the egg swelled and cracked. Father Fang watched intently behind the fire shields as the team continued to monitor the abomination with baited breath. Finally, a deafening explosion rocked the entire genetics center as Project Hell Lord emerged from the smoking remains of its shell.

They knew it was going to be horrific, they knew it was going to be fearsome beyond anything they had made before; they still were unprepared for what stared back at them with baleful eyes throbbing with burning power. It was truly like hell had lurched into their department sector and vomited a piece of itself at their feet. Technically they could say it was a therapod at least as it rose slowly on two undeveloped but still over muscled legs. Armored knobs all over its body indicated that spikes would be growing in rather soon. Its tail held promise of a deadly thagomizer, shaped oddly like a trident. The wings were evident as well as they unfurled themselves somewhat clumsily from its shoulders. The thing that really scared them was its head for two sets of horns were already growing out from its skull and its needle like teeth seemed to go on forever. So far Project Hell Lord was living up to its name, it cemented it by snarling at them apprehensively and belching a gout of flame that nearly took every staff member off their feet with the impact, fire shield or not. The faculty was about to panic before Father Fang calmly took off his shirt and brazenly began walking toward the beast. The staff begged for him to get back behind the shields but Father Fang’s eyes held a fanatical glee and despite the ungodly heat radiating from the irate mutant before him he smiled as he strode slowly foreword and perspiration rose across his skin. The rather large demonic hatchling cocked his head at the manic human coming toward him and decided that he didn’t like the way the monkey was looking at him but he knew he liked his monkey flesh extra crispy. Another gout of flame erupted and everyone expected to see Father Fang incinerated but jaws dropped as he stood with his arms wide and his chest charcoaled and sizzling but still intact.

“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For the lord walks with me! You will learn to fear the lord craven beast. I CREATED you and I can UNMAKE you. Man is the master of this world and your species lost its crown eons ago. I AM BLESSED BY OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST!!! YOU WILL BOW!”

Diving foreword with great speed Father Fang’s fist knocked the hatchling to the floor.

“CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” As the snarling chimera rose again so did the good father’s fist.

“CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!” And again.

“CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!” And again…it seemed the surreal beating would last for an eternity before the now thoroughly enraged chimera attempted to bite Father Fang’s leg off. The Father gritted his teeth and took the scalding hot monster’s jaws in his hands. Slowly but surely he pried them apart and it looked like he would break them before hurling the beast across the room. Rising tentatively from the rubble strewn floor, Project Hell Lord stumbled to its feet and tried to shake its jaw back into place, the contusions on its face healing gradually into smooth reptilian skin once more. The faculty was utterly dumb stuck by the exchange occurring in front of them. Not only was the Father standing toe to toe with a recently hatched subject that was the size of a small car but it actually looked like he was winning. The Father grabbed a piece of pipe and whipped it across the mutant’s face, sending it flying into yet another wall; even then it still wouldn’t back down. Project Hell Lord was absolutely livid now and despite being just hatched it still had enough of its features intact to introduce a whole new level of pain. Trumpeting in fury, it barreled into Father Fang and drove him back through the wall and flicked him into the ceiling where he plummeted back down from several feet away. It paused to thoroughly inhale and its mouth churned with hellish fury. Father Fang recovered just in time to see a massive fireball tear him off the floor and plough him through the double doors leading to Project Holy Savior’s lab. The good Father found himself staring into a luminous smirk and a rumbling purr that for a brief moment put his mind at ease…before Project Hell Lord burst into the room and began torching everything in sight. Few people know what happened during the brief exchange between the two newly born but extremely powerful subjects but as Father Fang stated that it was simply “A miracle…” Both Projects were given names that suited them. As Project Holy Savior was introduced to the rest of the departments to raise morale and introduce the powerful creature to its new home, Project Hell Lord was dubbed with the name ‘Satanis’ for its vast control over fire and its head, which as it got bigger unmistakably resembled the pentagram with its sweeping double set of horizontal horns. The subject was forcibly detained and conditioned in the deepest bowels of Eden02, a place many had lovingly dubbed ‘The Pit’. Whatever had happened between the two subjects had left Satanis broken and maimed for its once fledgling wings had been reduced to boney, broken protrusions. Despite its mild healing factor it was doubtful it would ever regenerate them, a thought that made many a faculty member sigh with relief. At least it couldn’t fly. The beast grew very, very large and new methods of restraint were being devised and recalibrated on a weekly basis. The Pitt had to be chilled to about -60 degrees to keep the creature lethargic enough to keep restrained and it was subjected to endless amounts of torture. The Anima Major department had asked why Satanis was treated so differently from the other subjects. Father Fang had replied rather gruffly to that inquiry.

“Unlike the other subjects, who I see as my children, that THING is a weapon. No more, no less. He will serve his purpose when the time comes. Until then he will suffer, and he will hate, and when the time is right he will be unleashed upon the world and fulfill his destiny. Until, then he is to be confined just he would be in hell.”

“But Sir wouldn’t it be much easier to control him if he were given a more… positive stimulus?”

“No. We learned that lesson the hard way with Steropesrex. That is a lesson I care not to repeat.”

“No offense Sir but Steropesrex had ‘hormones’. Without another suitable, female, therapod kaiju we may be able to gain some control over him.”

“Your sentiments are misplaced my child. What governs the creature isn’t sex; it’s an instinct that surpasses even that. That instinct is dominance. Even now it thinks it is superior to everything else around it, it’s the top of the food chain or so it thought before our ‘savior’ got a hold of him. As long as it’s on top it doesn’t matter how much of an abomination it is. Evolution is very real child, what works lives, what doesn’t dies. Satanis knows that if he can’t overcome his adversity he will die and that is anathema to all living things. Despite this he is remarkably intelligent, all those genes created quite the versatile brain case. He feels, he remembers, he learns. I play little videos of his nemesis every once and a while, just to gage his reaction. All the love and attention he got while young, all the things he could do, and what he’s doing now. The result is always the same; Satanis nearly tears himself apart trying to destroy what he sees. We always have to tranquilize him in order to keep him from utterly tearing the restraints from their foundations and launching himself at the video projection. He hates his counterpart so much that merely the sight of him will drive him over the brink.”

“That’s…dare I say it, rather cruel Sir. Is all of it really necessary?

“Of course it is. The more viscous and deranged the beast is the more of an impact he will have on the world when he is finally free. It will be all the better when he save it from him.”

“Do we plan to euthanize him then?”

“Not at all, no sense in wasting a perfectly good scapegoat. In fact, we may even let the other countries take turns trying to hold him and see how long they can manage before he recovers and annihilates most of their urban development in a matter of hours. That way they will feel that they have control but ultimately we hold the leash. No sense in keeping a guard dog if you don’t know the commands now. The irony is that there are no commands, so they will waste valuable time and effort trying to figure him out while we continue to take more and more right from under their noses. Rather hard to negotiate when you’re busy with monster attacks on your doorstep almost every month. We may give them a break around the holidays-ones that have to do with the good lord mind you-but other than that it will be an all year game of hot potato with the loser getting his country partly incinerated.”

“Sir…that’s almost diabolical.”

“Yes it is, which is precisely why it needs to be done. People always need proof that something exists, no matter how insubstantial or irrational it is. If they can understand it, they can take comfort in it. God and the devil are not things that most people understand. They claim they do but it isn’t until their later years that some of them finally get it. Despite their universal ignorance they still strut proudly about claiming that they do. Some claim he is this, some claim he is that. Some say he’s a hermaphrodite, some say he doesn’t exist at all. As for me, I learned a long time ago that man makes his own gods and labels his own demons. No outside force does this for him, it’s a reaction each human is born with to desperately try to preserve their sanity in a universe where there is none. We give them the devil, they are going to want to know where God went. We give them God…they suddenly become very impressionable, like children.”

With that the head of the Anima Major project was left standing in state of shell shock as Father Fang headed back to his office. Opening a drawer, he pulled out an old black bible that had no edition or print date. Rustling through its pages, Father Fang thought back to his years as an active priest and debated whether he should try doing sermons again. That was so long ago…and he had more pressing matters to attend to. He had learned a long time ago that you can’t reach everyone with books and words. Sometimes you had to literally tear the earth asunder and take a blow torch to their face. It was often then that you had their full, complete attention. He may have had a vendetta against the roaring chimera in the bowels of his paradise but as he had learned from Cherubix, Eden just wasn’t the same without a snake or two. They each had their role to play and so did he.
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Fire bender is revealed! .This guy is power, rage, and pain all rolled into one hellish package. cue Omen theme track lol. This character is based on the slight derivitive of the Raptor Jesus meme called Tyranno Satan who Raptor Jesus is supposed to defeat during that long cat doomsday or something to that effect. Blargh. To sum it up rather quickly, Satanis:
-is fire proof
-has a slight regeneration factor that keeps him on his feet when he should be dead.
-barely feels pain
-goes berserk, then he doesn't even know what pain is.
-Really freakin strong. Ten times as strong when raging
-tough as hell, prison changes a kaiju you know.
-Controls fire and creates fire.
-Can manipulate fire into plasma balls, concenrated beams of death or as an expanding ring of fire centered on himself similar to a typical pulse attack.
-Utterly brutal and absolutely remorseless in battle.
-body temperature is so high that touching him in a fight is lethal for normal people and painful for other kaiju. It can spike to even higher and higher temps the angrier he gets until he's burning the air just by standing there.
-Cold element attacks weaken him but he'd probably take anything that managed to take him down in that fashion along with him in a blistering explosion. Fire and Ice cancel each other out and such.
-He's not evil, just aggressive and bat-shit-insane due to being extremely pissed off and in pain almost constantly while imprisoned. Father Fang took his anger at Bronte'Regina out on him because he could and he's not all that mentally stable himself though he covers up very well.

Enjoy guys. 'Mr. Savior' may be revealed sooner or later.

-RenDragonClaw