The Hellfire Club (
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6 Months Later: The Hellfire Club
The fall of Sebastian Shaw did not change much of the societal face of the Hellfire Club; it was still where the people who mattered gathered, just with one less cranky meglomaniac. But the effect on the Inner Circle and the plans Shaw had for them quickly disintegrated. His loss of power left a vacuum that nature only allowed for a moment.
Selene had waited for years, if not decades, for the opportunity. She had a lifespan long enough that while her whims could seem mercurial, the patience for her machinations to unfold seemed boundless. Once Shaw was arrested for his unfortunate assault on an international businessman, the poisoned whispers she had been planting since he slaughtered her followers took hold. Shaw's name was worth nothing, and someone of prominence needed to take control. Selene did it with smooth efficiency.
All of Shaw's promises were quickly discarded.
She was named Lady Paramount with her promises of righting what Shaw had taken so wrong. She embodied the hedonistic past of the Inner Circle but her alliances showed how she could rehabilitate the Inner Circle from the path it had been set on. Her dark yet silken touch seemed a balm after the iron grip.
All other chapters of the Hellfire Club around the world were still subordinate to the power of the New York chapter. However, Selene reversed much of what Shaw ordered. All other chapters would reform their ranking to her wishes. Once the more classically game rankings were applied, they formally acknowledged the New York chapter was in charge. Then it was in the other Clubs' hands to impress her and reap rewards from doing so. Selene's proper feudalistic system was more palatable than what had been put in place previously.
For the young, rich blood of New York, invitations were sent out for some functions held at the Club. After a couple, Selene had more secret invitations to those of Hellfire lineage, like Worthingtons, Wyngardes, Braddocks, and Frosts, as well as to those newer to society that showed promise Selene was looking for.
Selene kept tabs on the recipients of those special invitations and what they had done in the time after her ascension. When she had all of the international business settled, invitations to the young blood of New York City went out. They would be allowed, one by one, into one of the inner sanctum parlors where the Lady Paramount and Black Queen of New York City sat casually on the lone chair in the room.
One of her slender fingers idly tapped the rim of the wine glass with a very deep red liquid in it. The gatekeeper to the Inner Circle was ready.
Selene had waited for years, if not decades, for the opportunity. She had a lifespan long enough that while her whims could seem mercurial, the patience for her machinations to unfold seemed boundless. Once Shaw was arrested for his unfortunate assault on an international businessman, the poisoned whispers she had been planting since he slaughtered her followers took hold. Shaw's name was worth nothing, and someone of prominence needed to take control. Selene did it with smooth efficiency.
All of Shaw's promises were quickly discarded.
She was named Lady Paramount with her promises of righting what Shaw had taken so wrong. She embodied the hedonistic past of the Inner Circle but her alliances showed how she could rehabilitate the Inner Circle from the path it had been set on. Her dark yet silken touch seemed a balm after the iron grip.
All other chapters of the Hellfire Club around the world were still subordinate to the power of the New York chapter. However, Selene reversed much of what Shaw ordered. All other chapters would reform their ranking to her wishes. Once the more classically game rankings were applied, they formally acknowledged the New York chapter was in charge. Then it was in the other Clubs' hands to impress her and reap rewards from doing so. Selene's proper feudalistic system was more palatable than what had been put in place previously.
For the young, rich blood of New York, invitations were sent out for some functions held at the Club. After a couple, Selene had more secret invitations to those of Hellfire lineage, like Worthingtons, Wyngardes, Braddocks, and Frosts, as well as to those newer to society that showed promise Selene was looking for.
Selene kept tabs on the recipients of those special invitations and what they had done in the time after her ascension. When she had all of the international business settled, invitations to the young blood of New York City went out. They would be allowed, one by one, into one of the inner sanctum parlors where the Lady Paramount and Black Queen of New York City sat casually on the lone chair in the room.
One of her slender fingers idly tapped the rim of the wine glass with a very deep red liquid in it. The gatekeeper to the Inner Circle was ready.
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"Young Master Boltagon, it's a pleasure to see you accepted my invitation. Your gifts were much appreciated." She tilted her head slightly as she glanced him over. They could exchange pleasantries and verbally take stock of one another again, but she had other people to see and the sooner she had a court, the happier she would be.
"How much do you know of the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club?"
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Ahura was happy enough to get to business- Selene was a busy woman, especially at this time. Pleasantries could be exchanged at any time, but this was something more important than that.
Ahura had made it quite plain to her through his actions that he was interested and he believed that he was sufficient to the honour. He maintained his native dignity, however. He was a prince of the Inhumans and it was beyond unseemly for a prince to beg or scrape at even the most exalted lord's feet.
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She ran a fingertip across the upholstered arm.
"From what I have gathered you wish to be among us. Is that true?"
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"It is, Lady Paramount." Ahura met her gaze evenly, though he couldn't help but feel a tiny shiver looking at her. She really did resemble some sort of beautiful dark goddess. He could see how people would worship her. "Were you to bestow such an honour, I would gratefully accept. And serve well."
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He listened attentivey for her response.
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"Then serve your Black Queen well, my Black Rook."
She offered her hand forward, palm down. On one of her fingers was a ring with a stylized chess piece cameo: the Black Queen on a field of red.
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This called for a bit of a flourish, and Ahura actually went on one knee to take the hand with a ring on it and kiss it ever so lightly. When he rose, he smiled ever so slightly. A Rook is the nearest thing to a King she's likely to appoint today. This is a great honour and a fine first step.
"I look forward to rebuilding the Hellfire Club in your image." Unsaid but clearly implied was that it badly needed such. Sebastian Shaw had allowed things to decay to a shocking extent as far as he could notice- despite the image of an iron fist, it was clear that his rulership had not been a firm one.
Besides, Selene was much more to his taste.