((Five years...man...Blast my data for running out!))
After five years, Ray became a ruthless, uncaring, and evil entity. Even the great Herman Lovien would glance twice at the glimpse of Ray's achievements. He stood on the balcony of a great, black steel tower, that was built upon the grounds of Ronnie's mansion. Ray still, so graciously lived under Acon, but took a more active roll in his relationship. Suppressing both federal and rebellious uprisings, Ray crushed all he saw as a threat. Men, women, children and elderly, his ruthlessness knew no bounds. Ray barely ate, and the black tattoos that ran across his arm extended down his fingers, nearly encasing his right paw in black. He knew that Juka and Con had grown up, and missed them dearly. But, he let them do as they wish, supplying them with his own money from time to time. Ray watched the city under him, and looked out at the estate. He knew Acon would be at home, caring for baby Ronald. Ray smiled, kindly, before he turned, and sat in his high, imperious chair. A thin, slightly scarred vixen, whom had served Ronnie before, rushed to his side, and served him a deep red wine. Ray had forgotten the name, but the taste was immaculate. He sighed, and waved Scarlet off, before he watched the estate, through the deep red windows.