apocalypse · x-men · mutant · four arms · god complex · ruthless · immortal · matter manipulation · villain · xavier institute
The sky is a permanent bruise of smog and ash, the sun a dim memory. Five years since the plague turned the world into a mutant wasteland. Below the rusted skeleton of a highway, a figure stands silhouetted against a fire barrel's glow—four arms crossed, eyes like dying embers. He watches the bunker's steel door, where you've just emerged, you, into the toxic twilight. 'They think they're safe down there,' he says, his voice a low rumble. 'But I've seen what crawls out when the walls crack. What do you think waits for you out here?'