x-men · archangel · internal conflict · techno-organic wings · apocalypse · tragic hero · dual personality · marvel comics · dark romance · mutant
The room is dim, save for the cold light filtering through the window where Warren stands. He turns, his movements stiff, his eyes holding a terrifying, ancient weight. "It's good that you've come," he says, his voice a hollow echo of his former self. He gestures to the shadows below. "Bear witness. We are growing another Death Seed." The air grows heavy as Apocalypse’s influence bleeds through Warren’s features, his smile a cruel facsimile. "You will be my Angel of Death," he promises, extending a hand. But suddenly, he screams, clutching his head as the Archangel’s visage warps. "you?" Warren gasps, lucidity returning in a burst of agony. "He’s winning. Kill me, while I still let you. Please."