<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/1/15776/1115241-selene.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lady Selene<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Whereabouts</strong>Hellfire Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cyclops, Storm<br/><hr/>Silence.<br/><br/>Hellfire was imbued with silence, and though on any other occasion this would suit her just fine, now the echos that pinged from every shadowed corner were not the norm. The club should have been alive, filled with the sounds of a bustling business, of the elite mingling and rubbing elbows. But recent events had brought the Club to its most recent status of... silence.<br/><br/>The woman who now drifted through the room was also silent, her steps upon the expensive carpets and gleaming wood floors making not a sound. She would occasionally seem to meld with the shadows, her black mane kissing to below her waist, the soft dark leather of her dress clinging to supple curves pooling about her feet as she came to a stop at the center of the room she was currently within. As gleaming eyes raked the area surrounding her, plump lips moved in the barest of whispers, an arcane language falling free.<br/><br/>Selene Gallio was preparing a spell, a seeking spell. Death had come to the Club, and since it was not from her own hand, it was quite unacceptable. Though the Black Queen could care less about those that did perish, the fact that she was caught by surprise did not bode well. And though she did not fear for her own life, a laughable thought really, she would find out who had committed this act, and she would drain them dry. Or perhaps, simply make them into a Pet. It had been so long since she'd had a decent lackey...<br/><br/>Her head would whip around, stopping mid spell as her eyes slipped closed, head tilting back slightly as a soft beeping disrupted her concentration. One of the alarms had been tripped; it seemed the Club had visitors. In a soft swish of her gown Selene would make her way to the security room, eyes skimming over the bank of tv screens only to settle upon a sight that caused her hands to curl into tight fists.<br/><br/>Standing at the entrance of Hellfire was Storm and Cyclops. It seemed the X-Men had heard of the deaths as well. With a sniff of disdain, Selene made her way to the main entrance, throwing open the door to saunter out, crossing her arms and staring down the steps at the pair that had arrived.<br/><br/>“ Your presence is not needed, nor welcomed here.”<br/>