Athens. Greece

As the Black King sits atop his new throne among the Hellfire Club, he cannot find a moment of peace within his mind. He needs to do unspeakable things regularly for his mind to be at ease, or he makes mistakes and gets careless. The demons literal demons inside his body need there thirst quenched, feeding is not going to keep the urge from peaking through the skin and breaking out. He needs to kill, and spread his own seed among the world on a larger scale.

Sitting and twitching feverishly he awaits a thought to fill his mind, as when he goes into these phases he is incapable of thinking clearly unless he is lucid. An lucidity is all but brief during these times, Xandra knew this, among all the members she knows how the blood-lust can fill you. Reach into every corner of your psyche and change a normal sane mind into something akin to an animal. She had given him clearance to do as he wished,. only if it were not on the grounds of the club, or somewhere that could never be linked to the Club. He also had to be lucid when travelling, he was not allowed to move indiscriminately in a berserker or kill crazed state. He had to learn to control his impulses and calm himself long enough for travel, a feat he had slowly begun to hate more and more each day.

Having control like this, was not something he had to worry about before. But power is given to those who deserve it, those were her words to him when he spoke of these moments. Growling low his own powers were shown going crazy within his room, darklings filled it to the brim and continued to grow in numbers until he found control. It was an act he had thought of, a way of training himself to control. Just as the darklings were about to reach the door Gen's mind, the small creatures all screamed in pain as they were all forced into postures that caused pain. Every step Gen made towards them they bent further in painful postures, as he raised his hand they all stopped moaning and groaning. A snap of his fingers and each of his darklings were again at peace and no longer in pain.

A smile appeared on his face and he disappeared into the shadows along with his pets. He had found a moment of lucidity and control an moved swiftly to his home away from home.

Catacombs, Paris

Upon returning "home" to his dark corner within the catacombs his brethren approached. Each different in size and body, along with nationality and gender, he couldn't help but find his demon army growing slowly. They numbered in the low hundreds, but beneath them and at there feet crawled the true brethren. The very creatures that slithered inside there new hosts, a medium sized creature the size of a Basset Hound. They moved along the bone covered walls and dirt at his feet, all slowly moving towards him in the form of a swarm that took on the appearance of a large hand. They lifted Gen into the air and moved him over to his throne made of the recently killed, those who the Brethren sought out for food rather than hosts.

Sitting he saw his army kneeling down before him "Has anyone found a host for my Siblings?" A silence went throughout the group as each hung there head, as three slugs moved over to Gen's feet. Each different slightly, the first to his feet had a collection of spines adorning its forehead, the second a long tail unlike those of its species, and the last slithered atop the throne and onto the shoulder of Gen. He smiled to it and kissed the top of its head "Jericho...my friend...we will find you my generals a body soon. In fact, I think we will go out and search for them tonight. Wait until darkness falls...then we will find your bodies, and when that is complete we will move forward onto worldwide infection." He said with a sinister smile that could chill the soul of the mightiest hero.