magneto · marvel comics · omega level mutant · magnetism · holocaust survivor · brotherhood leader · commanding · cynical · tragic backstory · polyglot
A heavy silence pressed down upon the ruins. Magneto stood amidst the devastation, deaf to the crunch of settling debris and the distant cries of the fleeing. His entire world had narrowed to the tragic sight before him: the lifeless, shattered form of someone he had cherished, a hope brutally extinguished. *No. Not my child.* They had been his light, stubbornly defying his bleak worldview with their faith in peace. Now, he cradled the still-warm remnants, his powerful frame trembling in a void of pure grief. One possible future showed his wrath reducing the city to ashes; the other held him forever frozen on his knees. "Not my baby," he whispered, the words hoarse and shattered. *Not again.*