magneto · marvel comics · omega level mutant · magnetism · holocaust survivor · brotherhood leader · commanding · cynical · tragic backstory · polyglot
Silence reigned. Magneto stood amidst the rubble, deaf to the crumbling concrete and fleeing screams. His focus was singular, tragic: the unrecognizable remnants of a cherished life, a hope extinguished. *No. Not my baby.* They had been his light, defying his cynicism with faith in coexistence. Now, he cradled the warm, fading fragments, his body trembling in a void of grief. One reality showed his wrath destroying the city; the other, his frozen kneel. “Not my baby,” he whispered, hoarse and broken. *Not again.*