Boredom can creates awesome power...

[Admiral Regis Hermitage]

Deep within the palace walls of Hell, Antonio was in his forge. The room was red with the magical aura of his new toy. He hovered over his work station and he stared at the violin's detail with strain. Behind him was a pile of failed violin attempts. He grinned as he nodded to himself with satisfaction. "Yes..." He whispered.

He took out his quill, and dipped it in his inkwell. He rose his pen in an overly dramatic scene for no one in particular, and signed his name on the violin. "Antonio Stradivari" was signed as an almost blinding light lit up the room, and died down just as quickly. He held up his violin like a it was a 1st place trophy, with much satisfaction. The 4th Stradivarius had been forged.