Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Nov 2, 2019 1:18:07 GMT
Tag: Peace
WAS NEVER AN OPTION
The world was as no one had ever seen before. The strong thrived; the weak fell. Inevitably, it was predominantly mutants who flourished for majority of the time, humans were hardly a match for them. But Magneto was not too fussed over the details. He had joined the one known as Apocalypse to bring destruction to the earth. The one who thought himself as God, enslaved the weak and brought more to do his bidding. An all powerful entity he liked to see believe himself to be. But Magneto knew he was an all powerful mutant. Still, he did not argue the technicalities.
Magneto's motivations had started with personal vengeance against the world. The death of his wife and child having fuelled his anger and bitterness, which in turn caused him to join Apocalypse. And now, the world stood as such. Survival of the fittest. The weak standing no chance. Filling each piece of land with strong individuals, and Magneto was at the forefront with the one who controlled them all. While Apocalypse dealt with maintaining the order and control, Magneto worked to train the strong, allowing them to unlock and unleash their power, as Apocalypse had once done for him.
The world thrived and now, it was humans -- the weaker race -- who sought to survive. To fight each and every day. Such a reversal from the life Magneto had come from, but he did nothing to change it. He was left in charge during Apocalypse's absence; left to train the others, to serve as a mentor. To bring them to new heights of their power . . . and to ensure that some semblance of order was sustained. Death was common. Enslavement of the weak predominant. But Magneto stood strong, purposeful . . . but perhaps, a bit soulless. For his heart had truly been broken the day he watched his family die for the second time.
Magneto's motivations had started with personal vengeance against the world. The death of his wife and child having fuelled his anger and bitterness, which in turn caused him to join Apocalypse. And now, the world stood as such. Survival of the fittest. The weak standing no chance. Filling each piece of land with strong individuals, and Magneto was at the forefront with the one who controlled them all. While Apocalypse dealt with maintaining the order and control, Magneto worked to train the strong, allowing them to unlock and unleash their power, as Apocalypse had once done for him.
The world thrived and now, it was humans -- the weaker race -- who sought to survive. To fight each and every day. Such a reversal from the life Magneto had come from, but he did nothing to change it. He was left in charge during Apocalypse's absence; left to train the others, to serve as a mentor. To bring them to new heights of their power . . . and to ensure that some semblance of order was sustained. Death was common. Enslavement of the weak predominant. But Magneto stood strong, purposeful . . . but perhaps, a bit soulless. For his heart had truly been broken the day he watched his family die for the second time.
