
War Ensemble
The sky outside the Hellfire Club rumbled and lit up with a flash before quickly returning to normal. Outside the door, stood a towering man in a crisp suit with a gold plated helm on his head.
Ares. The God of War.
He pushed past the doorman without a word, slamming the doors to the club open with force enough to crack the glass before entering.
He regarded the place with interest. The old Hellfire Club had been the starting place of man wars. Created by backroom deals among men playing both sides.
Perhaps this one would afford just as many chances for him to witness conflict.
He approached a nearby staff member grabbing their shoulder firmly.
Take me to see one of the owners.