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A Touch of Hellfire	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Touch of Hellfire
- 2-The end of the begining.
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Warning:

This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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[This story is a prequel to Hellfire Ascendant.]

A Touch of Hellfire II

Wrought iron gates that ended in sharpened spades guarded a stately manse, set back far from the bustling crowds of Boston common. The gentlefolk of Boston, most of which were good servants of the crown, never spoke about what went on inside those gates. There were always whispers, rumors of witchcraft and satanic orgies caused a few blushes and gasps, but all of that was unsubstantiated. Most people who were "in the know" believed it was simply a meeting place for rich colonials, possibly revolutionaries, but regular folk nonetheless. To support this they would point to the stylized pitchfork that was ornately framed above the front gate, a symbol of common laborers and not devilish in the least. A secret society, much like the Freemasons, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
If they only knew the truth they would surely find torches and pitchforks themselves.
Flames did burn inside that mansion. They were the flames of revolution, but not for the common folk.
St. John Allerdyce controlled those flames, turning them into fireballs and casting them at his target. The flames never touched him, for that was his witchbreed gift, but they could be directed to burn the traitors. He was ashamed to set fire to this mansion, this temple of power and privilege, but it was being attacked from within. As a loyal Knight of Hellfire, he did what he must to defend its Inner Circle.
"Come out Howlett," he called through the smoke, "come out and taste what�s coming to you."
Lord James Howlett, a coward to the core, hid under the overturned table. His once resplendid waistcoat was singed at the seams, but more or less he was in one piece. There was an urge within him, one to taunt the man that taunted him, and another urge to slice open his throat, but self-preservation overruled both of those. It was best to sit and wait. Fighting if he had to, but fleeing if he could.
Allerdyce could wait no longer. The fires parted for him and he stepped inside. There was only one place for his quarry to hide. It was best to dispatch him quickly and return to the White King�s side.
He never heard the big man sneak up behind him.
James hid under the table. The odd wooden �pop� made him cringe in disgust. He produced the knife from his waistcoat and prepared to attack. James leapt from his hiding place and drove the silver blade into Allerdyce�s chest. Once, twice, three times, his frantic stabs didn�t seem to phase the pyrokinetic.
"Jim," a baritone voice spoke, "Lord Jim, I already killed him."
Wide-eyed Lord Howlett stepped back, watching the blood leak from his target�s chest; it leaked, not pumped. Focusing his eyes through the smoke he saw Allerdyce�s head dangling at an impossible angle. Now that he had a moment to collect himself, Howlett recognized the thick fingers that held up the dead man�s body. Not to mention there was only one person who called him "Lord Jim".
"Henry?" he called as the smoke stung his eyes and lungs. "Henry, I can�t see a thing."
"Follow my voice." He called from somewhere ahead.
In the hallway Howlett sucked in the fresh air. Henry McCoy carried the deceased Knight�s body over his broad shoulder. Soot stained his skin and hair. He wore a loose fitting shirt and pants, his large hands and feet unrestrained by frill cuffs or cumbersome shoes. The wire framed bifocal glasses, an invention of his own design, sat on the tip of his nose. "Are you alright, Jim?"
Howlett, remembering the events that led to this situation trembled in rage, "Henry! You used me as bait!"
"Regeneration is your gift Lord Jim, not mine." Henry responded with a shrug. "We can only work with the tools we�re given."
"Don�t spout Master Xavier�s doctrine at me, Henry." The smaller man followed the larger down the hallway, "your assignment was to protect me."
"You seem hale and healthy to me," Henry continued undaunted. "Let�s see if we can help the others neutralize their targets."
James Howlett mumbled something about "mixing company with the lower classes" and followed his friend down the hall.
The mansion was large. Three stories in an age such extravagance was reserved only for royalty. The building was tastefully decadent in the romantic style, something that was more popular in the Colonies that in Britain proper. It would take a large house such as this to have an open edifice with a three-story staircase in its main hall.
From the top floor, Henry pitched Allerdyce�s limp body over the polished wooden handrail. It hit the bottom with a hollow "thud", inches away from to the bodies of Toynbee and Dukes.
The ruby spectacled Scott Summers was startled by the crash. His post was at the bottom of the stairs, to stop the Club�s Hessian mercenaries from charging up and preventing the others from doing their work. His serious demeanor was perfect for this duty, but often short on humor. "Henry! You almost scared the life out of me!"
"Just keeping you on your toes my captain." With a flourish Henry vaulted over the rail and dropped the three stories, his powerful legs absorbing the bone crushing impact, and landed with much more grace than Allerdyce had done right next to Scott.
"Show off," Lord Howlett muttered as he trotted down the stairs.
Henry smiled. The day was going well. The overall scheme had been Xavier�s, but Scott, Tessa and himself had done the actual planning. In his estimation, Frederick J. Dukes massive girth would be especially troublesome, but there he lay in a pool of his own blood.
"Who took down that tremendous blob?" Henry found himself asking.
"Emma," Scott responded. "She convinced him that eating glass and silverware was more important than stopping us."
"Resourceful." Henry commented as he pushed his glasses back onto his nose.
The doors to their right flew open. Both turned, Scott�s hand flashed up to his spectacles and Henry took a defensive crouch. They knew what they were doing without thinking it. They had been working together for most of their young lives. As teenagers, Charles Xavier had trained them in the arts of pleasure and pain, politics and war. He was a stern master. Swift to praise and swifter to punish. When he thought they were ready, Xavier presented them to the club, putting his indentured servants at the tender mercies of the membership. They�d performed whatever depravities the Hellfire Club could come up with. As a result, they had no humility and turned to each other for support in times of stress. Scott, Henry, James, Emma, Jean, Tessa, each knew the other inside and out, body and soul. There was nothing they wouldn�t do for each other. Over the past seven years each member of the Hellfire Club had taken "The Bishop�s Pawns" into their confidence, their parties, and their bedchambers. As a result, the "Pawns" knew their targets well.
It was as though Xavier�s protégées were a red-hot blade, forged in hellfire and now being tempered in blood.
Most were surprised at how easily they could kill. Conscience was a luxury that a slave couldn�t afford.
Through the doorway Lord Nathaniel Essex and Lord Donald Pierce fell into the great hall. Their captors, Sebastian Shaw and Tessa followed with pistols in hand.
"How many are missing?" Shaw blurted excitedly.
Tessa scanned the room. Unlike the others, whose indentured servitude ended two days before, Tessa had chosen to continue to wear the vestiges of servitude. The leather corset, riding boots and panties seemed as natural on her as dew on a leaf. The slave collar shimmered in the light. "We�re missing Selene, Wyngarde, and Magnus." Tessa spoke with a flat efficiency that was eerie in its directness. But such was her way.
Scott nodded. "Emma and Leland have gone after Selene, Lord Charles and Lady Jean have gone after the White King. Shall I send Henry and Lord James after Wyngarde?"
"No." Shaw responded shaking his head. "Jason is small potatoes. We should concentrate on the Inner Circle."
"You�ll never get away with this," Lord Essex said as rose to his knees. "Magnus and his children will avenge us-"
"Please Lord Essex," Scott�s hand went to his spectacles, "have some dignity."
"Ungrateful whelp!" Essex spat, rising to his hands and knees. "If it wasn�t for me you would still be a little blind boy unable to open your eyes. I made you those regulator glasses-"
Henry couched low enough to be eye level with Essex. "And you taught me everything I know about natural philosophy. Be this is about evolution Lord Nathan. As a Darwinish, I�m surprised you�re not on our side."
A shot rang out. A red crater began to spread across Essex� back. Tessa began the long process of reloading, never taking her eye off of Pierce. "Patience," she said coldly.
Pierce began to whimper.
"Leave him to me." James Howlett called, finally making it to the bottom of the stairs. "I owe him."
Tessa stepped aside. Howlett, the small black-haired lord, had a sadistic grin. "Every night for my first two years of servitude you pinned me down and had me at your pleasure. Every night you tortured, cut, burned, every night. Pain was your foreplay." Lord James pulled the knife from his pocket, "Now it seems our fortunes have reversed." He knelt on Lord Pierce�s back. "I�ll need some tourniquets."
Just then there was an explosion from the floor above.
A door splintered as Harry Leland�s large body tumbled down the stairs. The big man, nearly as broad as he was tall, clutched the center of his chest as he rolled onto the landing. Sweat beaded on his forehead and glistened in his beard. "The Black Queen-"
"Who dares?" Selene hissed as she strode into view. Her hair was dark as midnight. Her eyes burned like the embers of hell. The Black Queen clutched Emma Frost�s throat in one hand, the other on her hip in a nonchalant pose. "Who dares strike at me?"
"We�ve taken control Selene!" Shaw called up the stairs. "Surrender and we might let you live."
"Surrender?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "As if you had the skill."
A shot rang out from below. Tessa�s bullet spiraled towards the dark woman�s heart. With unholy speed Selene intercepted the shot with Emma Frost�s body. It ricocheted off her diamond hard skin. "Intresting." Selene commented, as this was the first she�d seen of this power.
"Emma!" Scott cried as he ripped away his glasses. A crimson bolt of energy slammed into the self-styled goddess. She cried in pain and rage. Emma Frost tumbled down the stairs. Scot shut his eyes, replacing his glasses and moving to Emma�s aid.
Selene climbed to her feet. Henry and Shaw charged up the stairs. The Black Queen drew her cape around herself as every shadow in the room swirled around her, creating a vortex of darkness. "A timely interlude, Sebastian. I was just growing bored�"
Both men reached the top of the stairs. They found empty space with nothing to indicate the Black Queen had ever been there.
"Damn her," Shaw whispered as he adjusted his jacket, "She�ll be a thorn in my side for years." Henry�s retort was cut off.
"Dear God!" Pierce screamed at the top of his lungs, "Somebody stop him!"
James Howlett threw the severed arm next to the corpse of Toynbee, Dukes, and Allerdyce. "Shut up and take it!" He sneered as he began to saw the other arm at the shoulder, "be a good little boy and it will all be over soon." Howlett had a look of psychotic glee, one that none of them had ever seen before. His friends and his superiors looked on in horrified awe as he continued to butcher the helpless form of Donald Pierce.

Mercifully, Pierce passed out.

"To me." The mental call of Charles Xavier came into each of their minds, "To me my fledglings, I have need of you."

"Outside everyone," Scott ordered as he helped Emma to her feet, "the Master has need of us."
Shaw stormed down the stairs and grabbed Scott by the collar. "Watch who you bark commands at boy!"
Scott recoiled, averting his eyes. "I meant no offense Mr. Shaw," he fumbled for the words. "I was speaking to the others."
"Silence him Shaw," Howlett growled from the floor, "this is bloody work and I�m trying to concentrate."
"Please gentlemen," Henry piped in before another outburst could occur. "The White Bishop has requested our presence."

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The assemblage of witchbreed met on the back terrace and set out across the hunting ground. They were a ragtag bunch, most dressed in expensive finery that was torn, stained, and burned. They had been through a revolution and looked the part. Charles Xavier, lead them across the grounds to where hidden carriages waited in secret.
"What happened to Erik Magnus, Master?" Scott asked as the mansion burned in the background.
Charles wiped the soot and sweat from his brow, "Erik has abdicated his crown and agreed to leave the colonies in exchange for amnesty for himself and his children."
"He will return." Tessa commented flatly.
"Undoubtedly," the White Bishop concurred. "But we have time. Time enough to prepare."
"Don�t trouble yourself with it, my husband." Lady Jean Xavier said as she wrapped her arm around his waist. "When he does return the Hellfire Club will be waiting."
"Where shall we go?" Emma asked, recovering from the psychic assault Selene had battered her with. "I�m trying to remove the memories from as many commoners as possible, but soon Boston will be seeking our necks."
The memory of what happened at Salem was still not too distant from their minds. Charles himself had seen colleges burn at the stake. "New Amsterdam," he said quickly, "halfway between Boston and Philadelphia. A perfect place for the Hellfire Club to spread its influence."
"Is there a Hellfire Club?" Scott found himself asking. He viewed their little gang more as a militant organization than a social club.
Charles wrapped his own arm around his wife and drew her close. "Of course. We still need the resources and their contacts. There is nothing wrong with working with the colonial aristocracy so long as people such as us are in control."
"Witchbreed?" Scott asked.
"Mostly," Charles said, "People of vision and purpose, people not afraid to commit to something greater than themselves."
Harry Leland, still rubbing his chest and gasping, placed his big hand on Charles shoulder. "I think I need a little less stress in my life." He guffawed, his belly laugh much more shallow than normal. "If you want the kingship, Charles it is yours."
"What?" Sebastian Shaw�s face twisted in rage, "Just like that?"
"I accept." Charles said, shaking Leland�s hand with a jovial smile.
"You can�t-"
"He can Mr. Shaw," Tessa interrupted. "The Black King and Queen have abandoned their titles. Sir Charles Xavier is the ranking White Bishop and Mr. Leland is Rook. Their votes are informal, but final."
Shaw threw his coat away in anger. "I risked everything I had on this. My business, my reputation, I could have been ruined."
"Your risk will be rewarded." Charles spoke with amused authority as they entered the grove of trees that held their conveyances. "Sebastian, Harry, please accompany me on this journey."
The coachmen held the door open. Jean, Charles, Harry and Sebastian segregated themselves from the others. During the carriage ride that night, the future was decided.
Charles proposed a reorganization of the original Club, more formal than the previous and more focussed on a common goal. Shaw already owned a house on Manhattan, one large enough to host the parties for the human elite that was necessary for the witchbreed to control the continent in secret. Again the outer reputation of the club would be about hedonism, but the controlling Inner Circle would be about power, witchbreed power.
The Inner Circle would consist of a King, whose duties would be to decide the overall agenda of the club. In votes, for Charles deemed democracy to be the future, the King�s vote would count twice. This way he could be vetoed by an agreement of the other three, and added importance to each ballot. Sir Charles chose the color white to differentiate himself from Erik Magnus� tenure in the position.
The Queen would be a position of prestige. As the highest-ranking female member of the club she would be entrusted with selecting and training the next generation of witchbreed members. The Queen would have to root out undesirables, train future leaders, and ensure absolute loyalty from her pawns. Charles offered the position to Jean, but she refused. "I will not allow a loyalty to the club to come between myself and my husband." Jean said with the utmost conviction, "I�m afraid I would make a poor queen."
Emma Frost would ultimately accept the position. Each of the four conspirators swore to never reveal that she was the second choice.
Harry Leland would serve as Bishop, the public face and organizer of club functions. The position was necessary but mostly ceremonial. Someone had to decide on the entrees�, contests, and dances that a social club required. He would get to vote on matters of importance and not have to engage in combat. It was an in-house position, so the ailing Leland would not have to travel. Being the most social of the assembled, Harry quickly agreed. He chose the color black as his designation, for the simple fact that wouldn�t require purchasing a new wardrobe.
Sebastian Shaw accepted the position of Black Rook. His duties would be the protection of the club itself, its members, and its secrecy. He would be a taskmaster performing the duties that had to be done. He got to vote on matters of import and would have the knights at his disposal.
The "Knights of Hellfire" would serve at the pleasure of the Inner Circle. They cast no votes since they were not members, but they would be considered for future positions once open. In the interim they would quest, proving their loyalty and willingness to serve. The Rook would have command over them, only trumped by the king when necessary. They did not limit the number of knights they could have at one time, intending it to be a position for other recruited witchbreed or those promoted from the position of pawns.
The Pawns would be selected by the Queen, trained, and serve the Inner Circle, Knights, and general membership in any way required. The plot was simple, make exclusive boarding schools for the sons and daughters of the club members. Offer scholarships to poor witchbreed children, and put them in the Club�s debt. Inundate them at a young age, manipulating them to serve the greater purpose of the Hellfire Club. Upon graduation, the rich young gentry could be given admission into the club as members or possibly Knights. The poor would serve as Pawns; indentured servants and slaves until their time was complete.
Charles touted his success with the seven-year servitude of Scott, Hank, and Emma. Each was more determined and capable because of the discipline and training they�d received.
"Perhaps Charles," Shaw interjected, rubbing his tired eyes as dawn spread on the horizon. "It seems to be that for every success you also have a failure. Scott, Henry and Emma are young, determined and headstrong, fine additions to our ranks. But young Howlett is violent and cowardly. Tessa lacks ambition-"
"No she doesn�t," the Lady Jean interjected, enraging Shaw by cutting him off. Jean rose, barely able to stand in the gently rocking carriage. "You mistake loyalty for weakness, milord." Jean corrected him, a brazen act for a woman, more so towards a member of the Inner Circle, but the fiery halo that surrounded her stunned him into silence. Her torn and blood stained clothes unwove themselves before his eyes. She glowed with a menacing aura. Naked except for the leather slave collar around her neck and the wedding ring on her finger. "I am Charles Xavier�s greatest creation. I have no morals, nor shame. I would kill for him. I would die for him." She pointed an accusatory finger at Sebastian Shaw, "do you consider that a failure?"
Shaw shook his head "no", trying not to reveal how nervous he was.
The ominous glow subsided. Jean telekinetically rearranged her hair back into a tight bun, twin curls framing her face. Making no attempt to cover herself she lounged on the bench next to Charles, nesting her head under the crook of his arm. "I serve Charles because it pleases me to do so. I do it of my own free will. Mayhap I�ll never be the Queen of Hellfire, but I am content with being his." She nuzzled his chest. "I know Tessa also takes great pleasure in serving, and Lord James Howlett may be the most dangerous one of us all."
Charles Xavier, White King of the Hellfire Club, ran an appreciative hand over his young wife�s nudity. She stretched and curled. If she could she would purr.
Leland had a loopy grin across his bearded face. "More pawns," he nodded vigorously.
Lazily, Lady Jean turned her gaze back to the Black Rook. "I suppose you have to break some to make some."

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The burning beams fell from the ceiling, crashing onto the marble floor. The limbless Donald Pierce screamed as the Hellfire Mansion burned. He�d passed out with Lord Howlett cutting him and awoke a quadruple amputee.
"Damn you Xavier!" Pierce yelled until his throat was hoarse, "Damn you and all your bastard children to the pits of hell!"
"Shut up, Pierce." Lord Nathaniel Essex groaned as he shrugged the burning beam off himself.
"Essex? How could you survive such a wound?"
Nathaniel Essex leaned over the crippled aristocrat and made sure that his bloody stumps were tied off tightly. Pierce thought the heat was getting to him. Essex couldn�t possibly have survived that gunshot. Besides, his benefactor looked terribly pale.
"I survived the same way I can assure that your curses will come true."
"What are you blathering about?" the delirious Pierce choked in pain, "Have some mercy and kill me!"
Essex smiled, patting the amputee�s hair in an almost motherly fashion. "Mercy? Mercy is for the weak Pierce. You will have to be strong if you want revenge." He pulled a red hot brand, a bit of wrought iron railing, from the burning fire and held it to Pierce�s bloody stump.
Pierce screamed.
Essex smiled.

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March 15^th, 1769
First meeting of the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club
Sir Charles Xavier, White King

Ms. Emma Frost, White Queen

Harold Leland Esq., Black Bishop

Mr. Sebastian Shaw, Black Rook
Non-voting members in attendance;

Lord James Howlett, Knight of Hellfire

Dr. Henry McCoy, Knight of Hellfire

Mr. Scott Summers, Knight of Hellfire

Tessa, Pawn

"What are you doing?"
Tessa looked up from the page. Henry McCoy sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless and with an annoyed look on his face. He wanted an explanation. She supplied one. "I�m making a formal record of the last meeting."
Henry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Why?"
"His majesty asked me to."
"No Tessa," Henry stretched as he crossed the room, "why are you doing it in the middle of the night?"
"You were sleeping. I did not mean to disturb you."
Henry walked over to her, his big feet making little noise on the hardwood floor. He looked over her shoulder at the page, focussing being made difficult without his glasses. "You omitted your last name." He said flatly.
"I have no need for one." Tessa placed her quill back into the inkwell and stood. She rose from the desk. The leather of her corset and boots protested audibly. "Familiar names exist for hereditary lineage. I will not bear children unless the Inner Circle deems I should do so."
"Stop it Tessa," Henry said, taking her by the shoulders. "You�re with me. I�ve known you for too long."
"Things have changed Henry." Tessa said flatly. "I signed a lifetime contract. I belong to the Club."
"I know." Henry backed away. A look of remiss crossed his face. "I always thought that we would get married after our term of service expired." He sat down on the bed, a look of defeat and disappointment on his face.
"I cannot love you. You know that Henry."
He knew it was true, she would never put anything in between herself and her duty. Tessa made a promise and she would keep it. "Damn Charles for asking you to do this."
"I am the only one who can."
Henry knew it was true. This was the position were Tessa could use her talents to their greatest effect. He just hated the fact that she would agree to this arrangement.
She lifted his chin and looked him in the eye. "Would you like me to lay with you?"
He nodded. It was better than nothing. Tessa began to untie her corset. She slid out of her panties and sat next to him on the bed, bending over to pull off her boots. Henry saw the brand, the bright red burn in the shape of a three-pronged fork on the small of her back. That was how they ended the first meeting, with Tessa being willingly branded as a lifetime slave to the Hellfire Club.
Henry was a lucky man, in that he could cry in silence.
Tessa, naked again, turned to him and kissed him passionately on the lips. She pressed herself to his broad chest, feeling the pulse of his strong heart against her soft skin. She laid him on his back, trying to smother his hurt with her body. He wrapped her in his arms, careful not to touch the fresh burn on her back. He tasted her, felt her supple form. It didn�t make the pain diminish, but it didn�t increase it either.
Tessa groaned as he entered her, sitting up to increase the angle of his penetration. With well-practiced motions she eased herself onto him. Tessa knew Henry�s body better than her own. It was forbidden for Charles Xavier�s students to couple without his expressed permission. They�d loved in secret, neither caring about the repercussions. Both were more than willing to take a few beatings if it meant finding warmth in the night. It was teenage lust, something that was exciting because it was forbidden. Neither had ever expected it to grow.
Yes he had her, for the evening at least. Do to her new position, Tessa would be at the beck and call of the Inner Circle. She would do whatever they asked. Shaw and Leland had probably had her already. This was the most he could ever hope for.
Henry felt something touch his chest. He opened his eyes and saw the tears fall as she rode him. He reached up with his hands, wiping her tears away with his thumbs. Tessa took his hands by the wrist and guided them down to her throat.
"Squeeze," she whispered. "I�ve hurt the one person who never wanted to use me." Tessa continued to ride him in slow steady strokes.
Henry couldn�t believe what he was hearing. He could do it. He was easily strong enough and Tessa was technically Club property. The most they could do was fine him, as if he�d broken a vase.
"You want me to kill you?" He couldn�t tell if she was giving permission or asking for suicide.
"If it pleases you�" she whispered.
For a moment he thought about it. The leather collar around her neck infuriated him. For one dark moment he thought about crushing the life from her.
Instead he dragged her down, positioning himself on top of her. He pumped into her with renewed vigor.
"No," he hissed, "I�ll not let that happen!" He grimaced in effort as he slammed himself into her repeatedly. "Someday I will be King, Tessa! Mark my words! Someday I will rule and you will be my queen!"
Tessa let out a deep guttural moan. She lifted her legs, letting Henry get deeper inside her. His cock was large and his hips were strong. She bit his arm, trying to stifle a scream. The bedsprings creaked in protest as her body went tense. Henry shot his seed into her, groaning with the effort. Tessa�s body eased. He fell on her, panting in exhaustion. They kissed, deeper than any man would kiss a slave.
Soon sleep came, and with it dreams of conquest.
Continued in Hellfire Ascendant...
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