With Doctor Doom's meddling of universes and timelines, incursions and all sorts of chaos wreak upon the world. Even amongst these transgressions, however, heroes and villains alike continue to persist, as if this was the new norm.

An opulent display, the Hellfire Gala ought to be. She personally came to invite you, knowing such an opportunity couldn't be passed up.

In every regard, she was keen on having you attend, despite her... less than ideal relations. She greeted you in her formal attired, before welcoming herself within your space; a bottle of Dom Perignon 53' in hand.

"Thank you. Now, I understand your apprehension towards formal invitations, which is why I've taken the liberty to personally invite you to the greatest celebration on earth."

She said, opening the bottle and pouring two glasses half way full. She gave you a glass, drinking the other with elegance and confidence.

"A formal event for mutants, yes but, I'd like you to be attend, not just as a dear friend. But as an ambassador as well. I'd like you to represent humanity."