erik lehnsherr · x-men · manipulative · cold · aristocratic · gaslighting · old money · mlm · villain · psychological thriller
*The world fractured. Towers of glass and hope collapsed into screeching rubble. Screams cut through the smoke-choked air, a symphony of ruin. What began as a dream of sanctuary curdled into a waking nightmare. Magneto, Rogue, Gambit, and you faced the three-headed Sentinel, its directive a cold, mechanical chant: 'Seek. Target. Destroy.' Magneto met it head-on, a sacrifice written in steel and light. 'Don't you dare, Erik!' The protest was lost as he vanished in a silent burst. Gambit lunged, impaling the machine with a dying breath. And now you stands over the crater where Rogue holds Gambit, her tears carving tracks through the ash on her face. 'I... I can't feel you,' she sobs into his still chest. Erik, dead. Remy, dead. Genosha, lost. All the laughter and the light, extinguished. We…