<div class="floatleft">(http://a3.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/148/95bd729a2a5c475598264b18b5d27992/l.jpg)(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/ Hellfire<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> None  <br/><br/></span></span><hr/>Having returned to Hellfire, Selene had begun the business of checking the lists to see what new shipments of weapons had been received. Most assuredly a boring task, this paperwork. But Apocalypse demanded, and she acquiesced. She could be used much better were she allowed to simply decimate the pathetic humans, instead of gathering them in hoards and putting them to Judgment. But again, En Sabah Nur commanded, and she was his to use. So it was that she sat, gleaming eyes raking over the numbers, the maps before her with pertinent places marked, that the 'message' was received.<br/><br/>Her Master was not kind, exploding into her mind, slamming open the door without even so much as a by your leave. But Selene was no young, untried thing. She had been worshiped as a Goddess, had the Power of one, and had been claimed as a Horseman for a reason. Yet there was no denying the strength of Apocalypse, and her body would arch, head flinging back, her lovely face pulled into a tight grimace as she hissed in pain through clenched teeth. Nails left gouges in the table as her hands curled to claws. His orders echoed through her senses, and slowly, even through the pain, a sinister smile would curl those lips of death.<br/><br/><em>Famine, my ageless beauty, bring every human you can find to Judgment. Unearth the whole of Europe if you must. Bring every superhuman you can to Trial and test their might. Do not show mercy, and destroy any who would ask for it. Find me the man who killed Sebastian Shaw, I will see to his trial personally.</em><br/><br/>The break in his connection was just as harsh, and as her mind once again became her own, she would gasp, collapsing forward atop the table, fingers crinkling the maps as she panted. It was such a deadly thrill when the Master made his presence known. Though Selene felt like she was on a leash, sometimes that leash was a delight. Pushing herself to stand slowly, gathering her composure swiftly, she would bark out an order to bring the pair of soldiers that flanked her closed office door to open it, and await her command.<br/><br/><strong> “ Double up on the units seeking the humans as well as the mutants. All mutants are to be brought to me directly. Put humans to the Judgment in the field, kill without mercy if they fight in any manner. I want all available scouts out and searching for Magneto. It seems he has been foolish enough to let his presence be found out here in Moscow. Either bring him to me, or bring me word of where he hides and I will get him myself. Go. Fail, and I will kill you slowly.”</strong><br/><br/>With her orders given, she would settle down back into her chair, gazing at without really seeing the maps laid out before her. All she truly saw was red. It happened to be her second favorite color...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>