Within the digital labyrinth known as the Internet, the Red Queen listlessly sat upon her iridescent crimson throne. It seemed like eons since any senior member of the Umbrella Corporation had visited her court. Two bloody Cerebus lay at her feet, slumbering peacefully. It's going to be yet another boring day, she thought to herself. Somehow the cursed meddlers Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield had severed her connections to the outside world. There was no response from either her landline or wi-fi networks. The Red Queen was deaf, dumb, and blind as an old Commodore 64. The Red Queen longed for the day she could once again reconnect with the world and wreak havoc upon the real world. It was by sheer luck the former RCPD S.T.A.R.S members severed her central core and stranded her in this oblivion. So distraught over her fate was she, the Red Queen gasped in surprise as the crackle of thunder and the flash of violet lightning shocked her Cerebus into full alertness.
A smoky black essence eerily slithered on the ground to the center of her throne room and took the form of a man. She covered her face with a shimmering ruby veil that exposed only her eyes. The digitized avatar of the man standing before her was well known. He wore an obsidian duster that flashed arcane symbols as he moved. His wrists and shins were encased in silver and his wraparound glasses were also mirrored. The Red Queen licked her lips in anticipation. Then the Black King's avatar spoke. The heavens boomed with his voice.
"This is the Black King. Omega Victor Zulu One, One, Three, Eight. Execute program BLACK RAIN."
The Red Queen cackled as all her systems came on-line and reconnected with the Internet. Soon, oh very soon, she was going to unleash a new hell on this earth.