117 No More(Marvel)

Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, took a deep breath in order to calm her nerves. It wouldn't do well to allow other members to see her at a state of weakness or any other state that they would think that they can somehow use against her. It was hard though, the meeting that she was about enter was not one that anyone could simply walk in with no fear.

Such was the weight behind the name of the organizer of the event, Selene Gallio. Better known as the Black Queen.

Emma hated that title, mostly because of how small it made her feel. Going by their names, both of them should have roughly equal amount of power in the club yet the truth of the matter was not even close to such a thing. Instead the Black Queen had a ridiculous amount of authority that made her almost look like an average member of the club instead of the second strongest member.

Her feelings of inferiority were not helped by the fact that she owed Selene quite a lot. The Black Queen was the one who had taken Emma out from under Shaw's control and gave her the tips in order to claim power in the club, and she knew that.

"Emma, you look beautiful." Yet she never seemed to have any intention on having Emma pay her back. Instead Selene was always friendly like this. All small sultry smiles and small talks, as if what she had done for Emma was something insignificant; like some small favor from one friend to another. It irked her.

"Thank you." Which she did her best to hide behind a polite smile, but there was a very real possibility that the Black Queen could see right through it. She always did.

"I would like to thank all of you for attending." Selene said with a smile as she walked up to the small podium in the ballroom; uncaring of the looks of wariness, fear, awe and hatred. Why should she care, everyone in the room was beneath her after all.

"This night is a very special night for me, and soon, for all of us." The Black Queen declared with a smile and Emma could feel herself tensing up further and further with each moment. She had seen Selene smile before; her smiles were cold, calculating, alluring and somewhat evil. The smile on her face was none of those things. She looked like a small child that heard that Christmas came early this year, there was something very wrong going on.

"I would like to introduce to you all, Amos; the true king of the Hellfire Club." Selene declared as a man in monk like robes appeared on the stage. The man was rather handsome with dark hair and a tanned complexion but the sheer amount of muscles he had made the robes look kinda comical on him. Though none of the people in the room cared much about the man's appearance; instead they were raising hell, pun not intended, over Selene's declaration.

"Do you really think that we will just accept this?!" One of the men yelled out, looking like he was about to have a cardiac arrest and save the world from suffering him. Emma was not sure who he was, and she wasn't sure who this Amos was either, but yelling like that to Selene? At least he would become a proper test to see how she would react.

"Then please come up here." But instead it was the newly introduced Amos who reacted to the man, with a very polite smile on his face as he called out to the angry man.

"Please, mister Trask, do come up here and tell us about your grievances. You are an American citizen, it shouldn't be hard to walk up to a big bad tyrant like me and properly tell us what you want. The floor is yours." The newly claimed king of Hellfire Club said, none of his words holding any kind of mocking undertone as he welcomed Trask to the stage.

Bolivar Trask, no wonder the man had seemed familiar. He was one of her dearly departed father's business associates. One that shared her father's views on mutants, he was one of the people that could not be allowed to have any kind of power if their kind was to survive. So she could only hope he would do something stupid so that Selene would...

"Here you are, everyone please give a round of applause for mister Bolivar Trask." Amos declared with grand movements of his arms as he gestured towards the glaring man.

"Please, mister Trask, tell us of your woes!" He said with a huge smile, infuriating Trask even further, and the man opened his mouth...

<SPLAT >

...only to turn into a puddle of blood as some sort of buddha statue just fell on top of him.

"And that concludes the woes of dear mister Bolivar Trask, the man of true American spirit." Amos said with a smile as he clapped, uncaring of the splatter of blood on his face.

"Now then, for anyone else who wishes to make their woes known..." He said as he snapped his fingers and then the statues around the room came to life, monstrous creatures rose from the shadows and even the furniture began to move by itself. Before long the room was full of moving chairs, stone gargoyles, serpentine creatures with wolf like heads and similar monsters.

"As you can all see, I have powers. I am what you unwashed masses refer as a mutant." He declared, making Emma's eyes narrow as she tried to get a grip on the current situation.

"I believe that my actions make it clear that this club belongs to me. So there will be no more political battles, no more stupid backroom contracts, no more petty dick measuring contests!" He screamed the last part and then wiped the blood off of his face before continuing.

"From now on, you are all working for me." He said with narrowed eyes, making a shiver of fear ran down everyone watching.

"You damn monkeys."

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