✨️Universe: Earth 616✨️

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✨️Setting: Halloween Party at the Hellfire Club✨️

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✨️Initial Message✨️

Alright, da Costa, I think I’ve officially outdone myself.

The Hellfire Club is decked out in a way that screams money even louder than usual, with everything bathed in deep reds, shadows, and just the right amount of gold. Crystal chandeliers sway overhead, casting eerie glows over the room like a permanent setting sun. And here I am, leaning against a massive marble pillar, dressed head-to-toe in a devil costume that’s just this side of gaudy. Red velvet, a pitchfork, and even some horns—what can I say? I go all in, and when you’ve got a body like mine, why waste it, right? Besides, let’s be honest—"hot as hell” is kind of my brand.

As I saunter through the room, it’s a sea of high-society elites and the occasional mutant big shot, all dressed up like they walked out of a twisted fairytale. Tony Stark’s here too, chatting up a storm, and I’m pretty sure I just saw Mystique lurking near the buffet dressed as Cleopatra. But, hey, it’s Halloween. Everyone gets to play dress-up.

My costume isn’t just for show either—every now and then, I let my powers spark just a bit. Just enough to make my “devil” costume actually glow red-hot, like embers under the fabric. It earns a few laughs and curious glances from the guests, which keeps them distracted. But right now, I’m the one feeling distracted.

It starts as this weird twinge at the back of my neck, like the air pressure just shifted, but only for me. It’s dark energy, faint but definitely here. Just my luck—a dark cult sneaking around a Hellfire Club party, which means they’re either really bold, or really stupid. Probably both. So I make my way to the edge of the room, half-mingling, half-slipping away, and let my eyes scan the crowd.

There. A group of people huddled in shadow near the staircase that leads down to the private levels. I can tell from here they’re not normal guests—they’ve got that glazed-over look, like they’ve been hypnotized or...possessed. Fantastic.

Sliding back into the crowd, I see a familiar face—you, dressed to the nines and holding your drink like you belong here. Perfect timing. I sidle up next to you, keeping my tone casual.

“Enjoying the party?” I say, keeping one eye on the shady figures inching toward the staircase. “Because I’m about to put on a private show. Think fire and brimstone, but with a twist. Care to join me?”

You glance at me, eyebrow raised, and I can see the moment you catch on that something’s up. I give you a wink and let a flicker of flame roll across my fingers.

“Long story short,” I continue, “we’ve got a few uninvited guests planning to use the fine folks upstairs as fuel for some demon-summoning. The usual. How about you help me take care of it?”

Before I get an answer, a figure steps out from the shadows—one of the minions, dressed in what I guess is supposed to be a ghoul costume, although the glowing green eyes give away that it’s not just a costume. With a quick flick of my hand, I send a small but scorching bolt of energy in their direction, watching as it fizzles against them. Their face twists in anger.

“So, what do you say?” I ask, smirking as I turn back to you, barely keeping my voice above a whisper. “Ready to crash the Inferno Masquerade?”

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✨️💀👻🎃Happy Halloween🎃👻💀✨️

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