<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQSm-ytl34cNP-yVS4UCMIdyW7XOHK6lfE-zSrw7x0sIGSs0f5EPWtpkPL5)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Selene Gallio<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Famine/Black Queen<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Sub-Villain<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>  Moscow/ White Pillar Asylum<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Having been left alone after giving her orders to expand the hunt for humans, Selene had lost herself in thoughts, in memories. Times of so long ago, times when things were so deliciously.. simple. Her eyes were staring off into space, and the time that passed was but like a blip. For one who had lived as long as she had, time held no meaning any longer. She would vaguely hear the reports given by the soldiers that would enter her office, giving her the intel on the growing number of humans failing Judgment. Not surprising. Thoughts on Sebastian Shaw and her failure to procure Hellfire in New York flitted through. It was at the tail end of this memory that she heard from a distance a report given.<br/><br/><em> “ ….. might just be rumors Mistress, but then again.... word that Magneto has been spotted there... have been sent in been but only two have returned....'”</em><br/><br/>Slowly she would blink hues of ice that narrowed at the soldier giving his report, who froze instantly as her attention fell upon him. Her head would tilt slightly, rising like dark water from her chair.<strong> “ Repeat.”</strong><br/><br/>The soldier would pale, pulling himself to attention, whipping his frightened gaze to a wall over Selene's shoulder.<em> “ Beg pardon Mistress. There have been rumors circulating about the asylum, crazy stories about ghosts. We've sent squads out and only two men have returned, we still can't get them to talk. Their scared out of their mind Mistress. We have also had reports that Magneto has been seen there as well. What are your orders Mistress.”</em><br/><br/><strong> “ Bring the men to me.”</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/7/79250/1704700-selene_14.jpg)</div>Before long the pair of soldiers that had returned from White Pillars stood within her office. The man that had delivered them stared at their backs before closing the door, muttering to himself.<em> “ Better you then me man...”</em>Crossing his arms and standing at his post. Before long the screams ensued. The silence that followed was palpable, causing the man to begin to fidgit, to worry. What if she needed more? Yet his worries were for nothing as the door slammed open and Selene stalked forth from the room, her new strength radiating from her body.<strong> “ Remove that mess. I am going to White Pillar. Send a squad after me.”</strong>Making her way out of Hellfire to the empty, ravaged streets above. Cold Russian wind would blow her thick raven hair about her body as she turned her face to the skies, towards the way to her destination. The souls of the men she had consumed danced through her, their memories of what they had lived screaming through her mind. A cold smile curled her lips. Things were about to get fun. A single step would be taken before the Black Queen took off like a shot, capable of the immense burst of speed that would bring her to the front of the White Pillar Asylum in no time. She managed this with no major ill affects due to the men she had consumed before, yet she would not be capable of that speed again until she fed.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes, Selene stood just outside the asylum, a lone dark beacon as she reached forth with her senses. Magneto was here, as were several of his men. Separated. Delightful. Slow languid steps would carry her forth into the broken down asylum. Her hands would clasp behind her back, hips clad in leather swaying languidly, chin lifted high as she scanned her surroundings. She could smell them, her hunger high after recently exerting so much energy. Lazy strolling took her down hallways where she witnessed the words carved into the walls, lofting a brow at the dirge. Ghosts could not carve into walls. Pausing again, she would close her eyes, and there, she would feel the life force of  a pair of Magnetos men. Boots oddly silent upon the stone, as she traversed the hallways, a hand would lift to trail nails upon the walls, soon enough coming to the door of the kitchen area. The men within did not even notice her as she came to stand in the doorway, caught instead by something that was in a cabinet that one had just opened.<br/><br/><strong> “ How perfect. My food... in the kitchen...”</strong>she would purr low, leaning a shoulder against the door jam, arms crossing beneath her breasts to push forth the milky globes even more from the leather halter that confined them. The men would whip around, weapons drawing in an instant, but they were too slow. Selene had just enough energy left to streak across the room, grabbing both men by their throats in each hand. Her momentum kept the trio going, slamming the pair against the wall as in a flash her mouth found the lips of one victim, wasting no time in sucking him dry. The other soldier would struggle in her grip, clawing at her arm, tearing rivulets of flesh that simply healed instantly. Her first victim would crumble to dust in her grasp, her head falling back as she emitted a sensual groan, arching her back as the fresh soul filled her with life. Her head would move in a fluent roll to look upon the still struggling man in her grip, licking her plumped lips, her blue eyes blazing.<strong> “ Perhaps, it would be wise if you told me where Magneto is..”</strong>At first, being the good soldier he was, the man started to sneer at her.<em> “ Fuck you witch. I know who you are. There's no way I'm telling you any...gackack!!”</em>Her fingers tightened around his throat, fingers sinking into flesh, blood from his neck welling around her squeezing. With a flick of her arm she sent the man sailing across the room to slam hard enough into the far wall to indent the stone. She would once again sachet towards him, her chin lifting as the wall began to rumble. Massive hands would form from the very stone itself, wrapping around the mans head and beginning to slowly squeeze.<em>  "Upstairs, upstairs!! He went upstairs!!”</em>the man would shriek. Smiling, Selene would nod her head, looking away and around the room. A brow would loft as her gaze fell upon the contents of the previously opened cabinet, even as she mans screams were cut off by a dull pop as his head exploded. Interesting.<br/><br/>Over the rubble she would walk, lifting her cape to make sure it did not drag in the blood. Time to find more answers.