The Steel Jaw Army takes what it wants and anyone who gets in its way pays the price.
The Hellfire Club
The Hellfire Club is one of not THE peak in having a hand in every possible avenue a group or corporation could ever fathom. It's name is unanimous with the Elite and the powerful, from aliens to humans the club has had ties to everything one could think of, and even a darkling can understand.
After nearly a millennia Zon has stepped out from his dimension and made his way to Earth and his first destination suggested from one of his shadows.
Even hidden in another dimension Zon watched the earth evolve slowly, but it's inhabitants made quick work of evolution. Sending out hundreds of his darklings into the evolving world, when they became one with the darkness once again their memories became Zon's learning from every one he sent out over the last millennia he had gathered enough information.
"Looks like the monkeys finally decided to do something worthwhile..." Stepping through the veil her felt it's energies attempt to destroy him, perhaps it forgot that he was never stuck in the Darkness he could have left at any time, he was simply passing the time. Strolling into the reality that was Earth. The dirt beneath his feet felt warm in the sun, he stood naked covered in a thin layer of long ago dried blood and his own filth. Cracking his fingers they sparked a cloud of darkness that quickly scanned over his entire shape burning the filth from his body.
He had come out exactly where he needed, a tall mansion stood before him. Timeless it looked and Zon found himself impressed, another crack of his fingers his body burst into a messy cloud of darkness, it then siphoned as if Zon was drinking the darkness up with a straw revealing he was fully dressed. A tailor suit adorned his form.
"Such power these walls have seen...."
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