Clash of the Titans Who: Ra, The Black King + Hellfire Club When: Friday, September 19th, 2008 (evening) Where: Current Hellfire Club headquarters (Versailles, France) What: Denouncement Status: Complete Rating: R
So it wasn't hard to take out dark-dependant creatures with a solar whip. The guards outside the Palace probably hadn't needed to be destroyed... Miles Edan might not have gone to such lengths had he not been so infuriated by the current tactics of one of the oldest and most respected organizations in the world. He had been depending on the Hellfire Club's survival to ensure his plan for the new world would come to fruit.
They had survived all right... and would continue to do so, apparently; only in darkness, ridden with a disease which was mutated and tainted by human exposure. They were simpletons - the lot of them. What happened to those who were intelligent and powerful and wealthy? Had the state of the world driven them to madness?
Ra was here in Versailles to find out.
"Esteemed members of the Hellfire Club!" he called out once he was within range of the chamber where he was sure they were all dwelling. The trail of blood and the (recently-burned) guards had given him the biggest clue. "Hear my request!" The Englishman knew better than to talk down to these people. He approached the doors and a burst of energy swung them open, knocking him back several yards through the smears and pools of fresh blood along the hallway floor. He fought to right himself and was partway to his (bare) feet when he noticed his company...
The doors gaped open, and standing in the frame was a dark, slim figure, exuding power. "I should kill you now, vagabond, for destroying my guards. Now stand up and tell me why I shouldn't."