840, Fifth Avenue... Once a treasured temple of Judaism within the city of New York was now a resplendently lit restaurant/club house for the rich, the famous and the powerful. Red carpets were rolled out around the entire building, waiting to be tread upon by the most affluent people of the city and perhaps even the USA.
An entire block had be cordoned off for the meeting of the Hellfire Club, security teams and mercenary groups checking IDs at each of the entrances to the venue. I could see sniper teams prowling above on nearby roof tops and entire squads of soldiers packed into alleyways and other crevices that might sprinkle such a large block.
Central park glowed with a vibrancy rarely exhibited, many events having been timed perfectly to coincide with the gathering. It was all an elaborate cover for the activities and meetings of the night. Whilst all of the regular working class people and businessmen enjoyed the festivities we, the upper echelon of society, would canoodle, mingle and make deals that could effect every aspect of the society the former group lived in.
"Brother, you ready?" I looked away from the window towards Emma.
She was the very visage of beauty and sophistication. Her dress was a snow-turquoise marvel that glimmered in the street light filtering through the bulletproof glass of our limousine. Diamonds orbited the flaring neckline, while small blue opals dotted her bodice and flowed into the jewelled collar that framed her throat. She carried herself with the grace of a queen forced to mingle with the common folk of her kingdom, a mood that made it abundantly clear how I was expected to behave among the other peons of the Hellfire Club.
Fortunately, my outfit was just as domineering, accentuating our differences while echoing her aesthetic in a way only twins could manage. It was obsidian black with a soft star-blue undertone, a palette reminiscent of a starless, twilight sky. Unlike the night, however, the fabric was a matte wool-silk blend that drank in light like the heart of a black hole. The coat, cut like a trench but fitted like a tailored suit, fastened with gunmetal buttons polished enough to offer the faintest glimmer amid the void. My undershirt, a- blend of snow-turquoise and smoky grey, stood out in striking contrast. Dark opal cufflinks matched the shade of my trousers exactly. If I'm honest, I felt rather dapper in the entire ensemble, charming, even.
"As ready as I'm ever going to be sister. Just remember, If I see anyone touch you in a way I dislike, I will do something about it." She licked her lips in nervousness whilst looking at me, her eyes a little panicked.
"Don't attack Shaw, whatever you do... He can covert any energy into pure strength." My eyes narrowed a little bit but I smiled nonetheless.
"Yeah, because that'll help him when the floor rearranges into active uranium and starts choking him..." She blinked several times before an unladylike snort broke through her tense posture, her right hand reaching up to her nose in an effort to cease her ungodly noises.
The smile clung to my face as I watched the limousine slowly pull up to the front entrance of the Hellfire club, many affluent businessmen and women already mixing with one another as they walked inside. My sister settled down after a minute of waiting for our turn, my eyes scanning each participant of the club.
My knowledge of the Hellfire club was shoddy at best with most of the details pertaining to the connection between Selene and Mr. Sinister, and even then, that knowledge was based off of explorations of wiki pages and reels on YouTube or Tik Tok. Emma, my sister, was a major character for the X-Men and their eventual placement on Genosha... Not that I'd like to see Mutants and humans separated like that. If Mutants were the true next step in evolution then all humans would eventually become like us, it would be utterly hypocritical to flee and create a separate power in world. I shook my head and sighed a little, I was getting carried away with my personal views again, I needed to reign them in and survive through the problems before me.
All mirth was whisked away from Emma the moment the driver opened the doors for our exit. A stone-cold expression wove itself into the fabric of her appearance and froze the cordial atmosphere in seconds. Adjusting to her full height she strut forwards a few paces, slowly observing the peons around the entrance much like a predator would to their prey.
I followed after her at a refined pace, my memories of attending numerous functions similar in nature taking over for my conscious mind. Being the brother of Emma Frost in Marvel had some insane perks for anyone trying to match into high society... I digress. If the mood had been swallowed by Emma then my appearance had munched down upon it and digested it. A frost was a frost after all and we needed to chill our opponents down to the marrow. Wouldn't want them to think we had grown soft and pliable after our father's death now, would we?
Shock and awe slowly faded as I kept in step behind my twin, whispers following us like locusts were said to follow plagues in stories of Moses and the Bible. Naturally we ignored the superfluous nattering of the pawns, our sights set upon the much more important pieces that lay sprawled out on the chess board.
We stepped into the main hall and were immediately escorted by several security guards, their gait and movements showing some experience in combat and protection duties. Through tight corridors and hallways we were lead until we exited into a large VIP booth that hung above a theatre room below. A stage currently covered in show-curtains and shadow itself was an ominous if expected addition to the night's potential shenanigans. The Hellfire Club, based upon Emma's information and experience, never gathered without an entire buffet of 'entertainment' and theatrical displays. Hopefully we would not play a part in either aspect of the night to come.
"Ah! The White Queen finally decides to place herself upon the board and move once again." A crowing voice sang from the opposite side of the room.
Looking over I found a woman of exquisite beauty draped across a black throne, her straight black hair pooling along the gothic head of said throne. Emerald-blue eyes piercingly glued themselves to my sister and I as she licked her black lipstick covered lips in a sultry manner. This was Selene Gallio or The Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. She was more of a threat to me than Shaw ever would be. Where Shaw was a brute and quite politically potent, Selene was magically cataclysmic, politically invulnerable and deviously seductive in everything she does. She was dangerous and I could smell the cordite of my own death, without a gun even needing to be present.
My sister was utterly calm however... "The chess references surely must get tiring... Perhaps you should find a new game to quote dear Black Queen? Perhaps something more aligned with the times, I've heard that Checkers would be perfectly suited to your level of intellect..." Selene narrowed her eyes menacingly before reeling back her intensity.
"Mmm, perhaps I shall... After all, If it takes someone of my intellect to play it then you would surely be hopeless. Ahhh, never mind that however, we have much to catch up on... For instance, who is that lovely hunk of a man at your side?" She almost purred out the insult before lasciviously looking me up and down.
"Selene, meet my new Knight... Drecarios Frost." I bowed in deference slightly, letting Emma tank the majority of her focus.
"Keeping it in the family huh? What a wonderful concept, I do so hope that you love each other enough not to taint your lineage with retardation and malformities."
Emma was close to speaking up but I smiled and spoke first, drawing the woman's focus fully upon myself... What could I say, she started flaming us and I wasn't going to sit back and take it.
"You'd be rather familiar with those defects wouldn't you? Since you potentially knew people who were the result of such a, how to say it, relationship..." Emma's façade twitched slightly as her psychic barriers quickly exploded out into full usage. No doubt she was cackling on the inside and was hoping to frame the sight before us...
Speaking of the sight before us, well, it was angry... No, sorry, she was angry. Selene's face was thundering like a storm front and her eyes were crackling with all the energy of a lightning bolt. Her previous layed back appearance was instantly replaced with a thunderous vengeance that spoke of her power. I could feel the magic swirling around her as she got ever close to unleashing her force upon me and Emma.
"I must apologise for being blunt, Queen, but someone of your age would know more than us when it comes to side effects from such relations... I hope you did not take it personally and believe that I was referring to you." She calmed down and lowered her powers, just enough for me to drop my last venomous line. "Unless the shoe fits?"
"YOU DARE!?" A door at the side of the chamber opened dramatically, as Selene's hair stood on end, revealing a man with a villainous goatee and all the receding hairline of Asmongold himself. He looked like such a stereotypical villain that I almost laughed in his face.
Emma grabbed my cuffs and pulled me back, her posture and mask lifting back to their previous poise and power. The man looked between Selene, Emma and myself before scoffing and striding over to a king-shaped black throne that sat beside the Queen Throne that Selene would be sitting upon.
"It seems the party has started without me. Selene dear, calm down, it is far too early in the night for such displays of animosity and anger." He seated himself down gracefully before snapping his fingers, summoning a waiter at the side of the room.
I leaned down to Emma's ear and whispered my question. "Who is this guy?"
She blinked several times before turning to me and quietly answering me. "Sebastian Shaw, the Black King of the Hellfire Club." I nodded before returning back to my place at her side, watching Selene drag herself down to the throne and drape her legs over the arm rest. If I looked at the right angle I could see her panties, they were black lace... Emma pinched my arm surreptitiously to make me focus once more; much to my chagrin.
"Is the White King going to be present today Shaw?" Selene spat out the query as if it were positively disgusting to even think about.
"No, unfortunately Pierce is preoccupied this night." Shaw retained a perfectly placid countenance as Selene glowered at the man.
Pierce, Donald Pierce, was a man that I knew little about. He was a cyborg or something and related to Lady Death Strike in the comics. From memory I could recall that he 'died' many times but had a penchant for always coming back in some way or form. Honestly he was a side character in relation to the true villains of Marvel... I mean, Thanos was much more of a threat to everything in comparison to a little, itty bitty, cyborg man.
"How uncouth. He joins us an barely even joins us anymore... I believe we should just execute him and move on, get someone much more interesting." She looked directly at me with a lust-filled gaze.
Selene was surprising me more and more with how little she cared about the insults flung about previously. It attracted me to her a little bit, I must admit. She was really hot. Nevertheless her attention would only serve to endanger me and my sisters. Therefor, I ignored her advances and just gazed out over the stage; watching as many of the pawns arrayed themselves in the seats below waiting for the first 'show'.
"That is a rather, uncivilised decision to take at the current stage. He only became a king but three weeks previous Selene. We must give him time to arrange himself in the order and settle into his position..." Selene rolled her eyes.
"It is but a single night and he cannot spare time enough to greet us and mingle among his fellow royalty?" Emma nodded despite the fact that she hated Selene with a passion that I could only now register behind her controlled expression.
"I agree, he is flinging mud in our face and desecrating the value of the position he was placed within." Shaw sneered slightly before re-mastering his calm.
"This conversation is over. He will be given time, end of discussion." The two queens didn't seem to react negatively to the statement, both merely fading back into observation of the room below and vague assessment of each other and Shaw.
'Fuck this night is going to be long...'
Luke Skywalker- Hey Drecarios, I have the molecular structure of Kyber Crystals here for you... Thought it may help with the boredom of the event you're at
I almost exhaled in relief at the Chat Screen before me. Luke was the best friend anyone could wish for, I swear! I responded mentally, via the chat, to Luke whilst looking over the research information... It was in a different language completely... The message left before I could state that problem...
Drecarios Frost- Thanks! This'll help stave off the boredom of dealing with these stuffy self-titled kings and queens
Luke Skywalker- Heh, no problem. I've got to go now, best of luck with the research materials 👌
And he left before I could say anything...
'Fuck my life...'
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