Hell.... something that old McGregor never thought about before dying. He had always though himself a saint, he always though himself a good man. He couldn't help it if someone couldn't pay their dues or the money that they owed. He couldn't help if he had to have his men's back in a gun fight or had to pop a copper for disrespecting him. That was part of his life and he did see it as a sin. Sure he went to the good old father every once in a while and confessed his sins. It was something that he had to do because as a man he still feared the lake of fire. What he wasn't ready for though was for the lies that his friend. His best friend started spreading of him being the reason they had bad luck, that he was the one that he was robbing them blind when it really was his friend. So when he came home to his wife tied up with a clover in between her small cleavage, he knew that something had pissed off the boss and as he reached for the gone, he was knocked out.<br/><br/><br/>When he came to he was tied up, his boss looking at him with a serious look on his face asking him where the money was. When he told him that someone had to be lying, he punched McGregor in the face and asked again. Mcgreggor told him that he handed it off to the usuals as usual, that he swore on his mother's grave and when he looked to his friend for help, he just shook his head and held back a grin." I swear on me mother's grave, I didn't take any money that wasn't mine." The boss smiled and backed up before a man walked behind McGregor wife and did the unthinkable, he blew the woman's brains out, making McGregor scream that he didn't know. That he followed the rules and after he confess all he head was a loud bang and darkness.<br/><br/><br/>McGregor would wake up though, but not in heaven. But by the lake of fire. He was so close to it.  His flesh burning, the screams of the damned a fucked up orchestral nightmare that drove him mad with seconds. But then it stopped as a man showed up in front of him with the wickedest of grins. Almost as if to say he had something in mind for the mobster. He tilted his head and growled, making the hairs on McGregor stand up." I don't want you..... But I can use you!" The man said, straightening his business suit as he walking over to the door in front of them that said VIP." I want your old boss, I want his family and sooner then later.... you will bring them to me. Do you understand." McGregor nodded as the door opened, revealing a much more pleasant room with women and booze and also a few of his friends that he hadn't seen in a while. They all smiled at him." My gift to you.... until the time comes for your crusade. But once it comes. I expect you to perform."<br/><br/>15 years later.<br/><br/>He woke up on the pool table, two ladies next to him as he looked around, relishing the experiences he had. But he also heard someone calling him, a woman that sounded in pain and decided to get ready. For his crusade and the women's should she be willing to be in accordance to the laws of the ritual. The seven foot tall mobster started to get dressed. Solid green jeans, solid green hoodie to cover his amber hair and the scar in the back of his smell and solid green shoes along with a green bandana over his mouth. Only his baby blue eyes showed d through the small crack and after getting dressed he grabbed a double barrel sawed off and a chain alone with brass knuckled before walking towards the portal and once he was through, he looked at the girl, which he towered over her menacingly." Tell... me. To whom does the bell toll for lass, who would you call me upon that could be wretched enough to die by my hand?" His voice was raspy, psychotic, but charming as well. Something that said that she was safe around him." Who is the mark. For whole does the bell toll!!!"