Swansong For A Phoenix (Doom)

Participants: Satana Hellstrom /Victor von Doom /Anti-Phoenix task force
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Castle Doom, Doomstadt, Latveria
Time of Day: Late evening
Weather: Chill
Summary: Satana arrives in Castle Doom following a summons from the good doctor. The purpose of his summons - to begin forming the Anti-Phoenix task force.

The scent of sulphur hung heavy in the halls of Castle Doomstadt. From a raging vortex of hellfire, Satana stepped forth, the horrific screams that echoed through her hellscape accompanying her. With pursed lips, she examined the space in which she found herself; a vast throne room, about which emerald banners were hung, and suits of medieval armour loomed in shadowed corners. She nonchalantly waved her hand through the portal at her back, dismissing it with a casual flick of her wrist. The tortured pleas for help that had heralded her arrival were silenced, and she was left alone in the gloomy expanse.

Unable to help herself, she made toward the abandoned throne, and upon reaching it, sat. It had been designed to impose, and lacked any real comfort – not that she had sat upon with comfort in mind. Folding one leg over the other, crossing them at the knee, she leant back and affixed her eyes on the large, double doors opposite her – the only apparent way into the room. She had no doubt the man who’d summoned her knew of her arrival; his Keep was just as well guarded as her own hellish plane. She imagined it would be mere seconds before he entered, feeling the magical disturbance she caused, drawn toward the raw, arcane power that had borne her.

Satana Hellstrom was not usually one to respond to requests for aid. However, Victor Von Doom had piqued her interest. It was not what he had said, for the information he’d provided in his summons was lacking, but rather Doom himself that intrigued her. One of the Earth’s most powerful sorcerers, she could think of little he could want or need that he couldn’t obtain alone. Were she to support a venture of his, a favour would be owed, and a favour from Victor Von Doom had great worth.

Then, there was the fact she was bored, and meddling in the affairs of mortals always helped to alleviate the frustrations that accompanied boredom.

The throne room was still as Satana entered unannounced. Ornate fixtures burned brightly and brilliantly in the hall that was Doom's personal throne room of Castle Doomstadt. The large flames flickered and blinked upon the succubus's entrance, he unholy appearance clearly agitating something that existed in solitude and tranquility in Latveria's ruler's absence. While the woman so overly full of herself allowed her own body to grace the sacred seating of Doctor Doom there came an immediate rumble.

A figure quickly raced into the room, thirty foot doors making way for them with a sweeping arch. The figure was dressed in a heavy armor of intricate golden design. Luxurious emerald fabric unfurled from her back, whipping violently in the wind as she charged forward into the room to give audience to the invader of her homeland. The golden headpiece worn over chestnut hair perfectly framed the glowing eyes of the Power Cosmic incarnate, Zora Vukovic, Victorious.

"There are far easier ways to kill yourself than invading the holy sanctity of Castle Von Doom!" Victorious twirled her golden staff before gripping it tight in an offensive stance. The two pronged staff crackled with energy that seemed to bubble off of it. 

"Remove yourself from the Master's throne so that it might not be stained with your blood as you are slain."

Victorious was all too anxious to attack and slay a would be usurper in the name of Doom, however the chance was dashed as a small explosion in the center of the room burst up the tension. From the flare of the explosion grew a large hologram of none other than Victor von Doom.

"I see you have made yourself at home." Doom stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes squarely on Satana, and absolutely no attention spared on Victorious. While Doom stood with all the regality he could muster, there was something noticeably off about him. And it wasn't just the fact that he wore a green hoodie instead of his familiar cloak.

"My Lord-"

"I did not expect I would still be away by the time you answered my call to arms." Doom's words silenced Zora's own. While the monarch was still on the run from certain world authorities, a problem he was working to rectify, Doom still worked to prove himself as the best hero he could be. And to that end he would need the aid of a demon.

"Leave us, at once." The Baron of Iron paused for a moment, "Doom will not repeat himself."

Zora studied the image of her lord in the hologram, and then the woman audaciously sitting on the man's throne. Victorious did not protest, she lowered her staff and exited through the very same doors she had entered through without a peep.