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[magnetic-regent-magneto]

⠀ ⠀they wear a crown in defiance to those that claim to rule. MONUMENTS TO THE MADNESS OF MEN.

⠀ ⠀To be a king is to wield a sword with one hand and to shield your throat with the other. A monarch commands the tides to halt; a fool forgets the sea he stands upon cares not for crowns. A kingdom born of defiance dies in the absence of its adversaries. They demand loyalty from graves. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀THE FALLEN SOLDIER WITH A CROWN AND THE GOD MONARCH. The duality of kings. -- edit by me, fen

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@abovedivinity || @doomologys ||

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

⠀ ⠀THE SEA FOUGHT LIKE A DYING GOD, ITS ROAR DROWNING THE WORLD IN A JUDGEMENT ONLY THE MAD WOULD CHALLENGE.

⠀ ⠀The wind carved hollow dirges against the battered cliffs of Island M, bending the world to its howl-- everything was screaming. Lightning struck the distant shores at the call of the Colossus of Rhodes upon his harbour of ruin-- monuments to a revolution past.

⠀ ⠀" The prize of freedom is steep. I paid it. So, you walk the path here like a pilgrim to a holy site. "

⠀ ⠀The iron of his soul bled into the metal of the landscape, and the earth beneath his feet groaned, reaching up with jagged earth to dare touch his steps until a walkway formed into the screeching sky. The planet bends to him and trembles to the divine. There, it welcomes Doom. The bitter taste of missing victories that soured upon the master of magnetism's tongue-- brought forth with bile at the caressing of an edge of a dangerous, forgotten truth. Titans standing on the ashes of men.

⠀ ⠀" You come here, Doom, " Magneto's voice rumbled, a low growl of defiant spite and snark, " to cast judgement upon me? How fitting that you should attempt to lecture me from your mount of grandeur. I did not build this place for your comfort. I did not shape it for the approval of men. " The lines on his face are deeper, the narrowed steel gaze turned to a withered storm but not yet one passed. His body is haunted. He builds his own coffins.

⠀ ⠀His silver hair caught the dimming light, and for a moment, he looked almost spectral. Does his empire stand unscathed? What monument to the dream remains untarnished? The magnetic forces crackled on the skin, charged the waters to steam, rung in every particle of air. The elements conspired to remind him of the name.

⠀ ⠀-- @doomologys ||

@magnetic-regent-magneto

The     sea     churned     violently     against     the     cliffs,     spitting     foam     and     rage     at     the     blackened     rocks.     The     air     hung     thick     with     the     scent     of     salt     and     storm,     heavy     with     the     magnetic     pull     that     twisted ��   unseen     threads     of     power     through     the     sky     and     stone.     Doom     stood     at     the     threshold     of     this     island     —     a     sanctuary     turned     fortress,     a     kingdom     born     of     exile.

It     was     raw,     untamed,     shaped     by     will     alone.     How     fitting.

His     cloak     billowed     behind     him     like     the     shadow     of     a     collapsing     monument,     his     steps     slow     and     deliberate     as     he     advanced     across     the     fractured     earth.     Each     step     echoed     in     defiance,     ringing     out     against     the     silence     of     this     forgotten     place.     Far     above,     he     could     see     him.     Magneto,     standing     like     a     statue     hewn     from     marble     and     iron,     moving     at     the     peak     of     his     creation.     His     helmet     gleamed     beneath     the     pale     light,     a     crown     of     defiance     worn     by     a     king     who     believed     himself     untouchable.     He     gazed     out     over     his     island     —     his     sanctuary     of     steel     and     solitude     —     as     though     he     were     surveying     an     empire.

Doom     saw     something     else.     Not     an     empire,     but     a     tomb     waiting     to     be     sealed.     "You've     built     this     place     from     iron     and     stone,"     Doom     continued,     his     gaze     never     wavering     as     he     ascended     the     path     toward     the     summit.     "A     citadel     forged     from     the     wreckage     of     your     failures.     A     monument     to     your     people’s     suffering,     erected     by     your     own     hands.     Have     you     believed     yourself     their     savior."     He     paused,     letting     the     wind     carry     the     words     for     a     moment.     "You     wear     their     grief     like     armor,     their     hopes     like     a     crown.     But     tell     me     —     what     price     have     they     paid     for     your     dream?"

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

⠀ ⠀DECRY HIM AS TYRANT, MONSTER, USURPER! LET THEIR PROPHETS OF FEAR AND FALSE GODS WAIL. THERE IS BLOOD IN THE WATER.

⠀ ⠀Doom laced with fear and mortar of blood. They remember the idea and not the man. Because man can fail-- he can be caught-- killed and forgotten.

⠀ ⠀" No one is born hunted -- not mutant nor human nor animal. ⠀ ⠀And yet, for mutant and animal alike, the hunter awaits. The cub and the child, the creature and the kin-- girl, boy, sister, brother, daughter, son, mother, father-- it makes no difference to the hunter-- all prey. Stalked and slaughtered, their lives are reduced to the spoils of a hunt, their bodies transformed into trophies, their spilled blood a grim badge of pride for those who call themselves conquerors. But the hunter is not inevitable. "

⠀ ⠀He had freed himself from the shackles of fate. Magneto stood amidst the echoes of Doom’s words. He did not smile, nor scowl, as he weighed Doom's philosophy against the grim reality he knew all too well. But gods do not burn villages for their vanity. What truly haunts him? He avoids the answer to Doom-- does not beg him for the insight either. He is a shadow of a dream.

⠀ ⠀" Neither is survival ... " He adds low, with regret, sorrow and grief in the palm of his clenched fist.

⠀ ⠀" I see you, Victor Von Doom, " he began, " you speak as though the world owes you its future. I do too. You craft your inevitability. You do not have a crown. You have a fear of mortality. I once believed in such a thing-- inevitability -- you speak of it as though it is a law of nature, as though it flows through your veins and grants you dominion over men and their dreams. I was told, as a child, that it was inevitable I would die nameless in the gas chambers. That my people were fated to ash and oblivion because men stronger and crueler deemed it so. " Magnus spits each word with venomous disgust.

⠀ ⠀Magneto slowly takes the steps down from the headland created by his might. The steps are heavy and slow. He does not seem to care for this charade of blabbering onslaughts-- if not for the ego bruised and battered. As the man moved like a tide against unyielding rock, his gaze kept on Doom over his shoulder.

⠀ ⠀" Inevitability is a weak excuse. With a god of men, there is one truth: men fail. Men will forget your towers, Victor, just as they have forgotten every self-made king before you. The world forgets us, -- it is only consequence that it remembers. The consequence of inevitability is a promise. Men who hunt me have attempted to be inevitable and failed."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀Hail to the King of Metals and Storms, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Whose wrath doth shape the iron law!

⠀ ⠀"⠀ ⠀I AM NOT INEVITABLE. I AM RESISTANCE.⠀ ⠀"

⠀ ⠀-- @doomologys ||

⠀ ⠀TO CALL ONESELF A SAVIOUR IS THE GREATEST HERESY; TO BELIEVE IT, THE CRUELEST EXILE.

⠀ ⠀Magnus had pulled away from the world to brood over his lack of victories. Island of M ... a refuge for the mad-- for Sisyphus and his endless cause. Magneto is not the man he was-- a soldier that had wielded a sword in a crusade that had died in flames. The master of magnetism is not worthy of its crown. The storm howls like banshee that scream the names of those that fell in his name-- for a dream he sold. He turns as if to expect the faces of those that speak in his mind of their wailing suffering. It took one single idea to take down Troy, to destroy walls thought indestructible. Was he not permitted to mourn?

⠀ ⠀DEAR GOD-- GOD WHAT DOES HE DO AFTER ALL THIS SURVIVAL?

⠀ ⠀" So no judgement. You came to gloat instead. " Magneto gives an exasperated grunt. The earth here does not know the law of Doom. The sound of his name from Doom' thundering voice makes him halt.

⠀ ⠀He does a poor job of keeping a stoic visage, a pretense thinly veiled. The iron in the air shimmered, each pulse of the magnetism threading through the cliffs like a mournful wail. The magenta of his lightning and eyes flickers. He looked at Doom -- this towering figure of perfection, encased in steel and spite, not unlike a forgotten emperor from a past he wished to remember. An apex of emperors. But this was not his kingdom.

⠀ ⠀Their ambition is a staircase to divinity, yet every step crumbles beneath the weight of their mortal arrogance. Their monuments are cathedrals to their suffering and fear. He tilted his head slightly, regarding Doom with the quiet intensity -- studying an insolent foe-- not for weakness, but for understanding.

⠀ ⠀" You measure success in permanence, in the unbroken seal of your borders. Yet you created those borders from what already existed, building on its ashes, claiming it with your name. I do not have such a privilge..., " He pauses, " You must mistake me for someone that has forgotten-- Forgotten who I were and you are. "

⠀ ⠀He calls success the screams of tyrants that fall from what they believed was an attempt at godhood. He calls victories the days where they survive in the face of those that eradicate their existence. He finds ... something akin to comfort in the days where the nightmares are less palpable and he wallows in endurance.

⠀ ⠀-- @doomologys ||

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

⠀ ⠀TO CALL ONESELF A SAVIOUR IS THE GREATEST HERESY; TO BELIEVE IT, THE CRUELEST EXILE.

⠀ ⠀Magnus had pulled away from the world to brood over his lack of victories. Island of M ... a refuge for the mad-- for Sisyphus and his endless cause. Magneto is not the man he was-- a soldier that had wielded a sword in a crusade that had died in flames. The master of magnetism is not worthy of its crown. The storm howls like banshee that scream the names of those that fell in his name-- for a dream he sold. He turns as if to expect the faces of those that speak in his mind of their wailing suffering. It took one single idea to take down Troy, to destroy walls thought indestructible. Was he not permitted to mourn?

⠀ ⠀DEAR GOD-- GOD WHAT DOES HE DO AFTER ALL THIS SURVIVAL?

⠀ ⠀" So no judgement. You came to gloat instead. " Magneto gives an exasperated grunt. The earth here does not know the law of Doom. The sound of his name from Doom' thundering voice makes him halt.

⠀ ⠀He does a poor job of keeping a stoic visage, a pretense thinly veiled. The iron in the air shimmered, each pulse of the magnetism threading through the cliffs like a mournful wail. The magenta of his lightning and eyes flickers. He looked at Doom -- this towering figure of perfection, encased in steel and spite, not unlike a forgotten emperor from a past he wished to remember. An apex of emperors. But this was not his kingdom.

⠀ ⠀Their ambition is a staircase to divinity, yet every step crumbles beneath the weight of their mortal arrogance. Their monuments are cathedrals to their suffering and fear. He tilted his head slightly, regarding Doom with the quiet intensity -- studying an insolent foe-- not for weakness, but for understanding.

⠀ ⠀" You measure success in permanence, in the unbroken seal of your borders. Yet you created those borders from what already existed, building on its ashes, claiming it with your name. I do not have such a privilge..., " He pauses, " You must mistake me for someone that has forgotten-- Forgotten who I were and you are. "

⠀ ⠀He calls success the screams of tyrants that fall from what they believed was an attempt at godhood. He calls victories the days where they survive in the face of those that eradicate their existence. He finds ... something akin to comfort in the days where the nightmares are less palpable and he wallows in endurance.

⠀ ⠀-- @doomologys ||

⠀ ⠀THE SEA FOUGHT LIKE A DYING GOD, ITS ROAR DROWNING THE WORLD IN A JUDGEMENT ONLY THE MAD WOULD CHALLENGE.

⠀ ⠀The wind carved hollow dirges against the battered cliffs of Island M, bending the world to its howl-- everything was screaming. Lightning struck the distant shores at the call of the Colossus of Rhodes upon his harbour of ruin-- monuments to a revolution past.

⠀ ⠀" The prize of freedom is steep. I paid it. So, you walk the path here like a pilgrim to a holy site. "

⠀ ⠀The iron of his soul bled into the metal of the landscape, and the earth beneath his feet groaned, reaching up with jagged earth to dare touch his steps until a walkway formed into the screeching sky. The planet bends to him and trembles to the divine. There, it welcomes Doom. The bitter taste of missing victories that soured upon the master of magnetism's tongue-- brought forth with bile at the caressing of an edge of a dangerous, forgotten truth. Titans standing on the ashes of men.

⠀ ⠀" You come here, Doom, " Magneto's voice rumbled, a low growl of defiant spite and snark, " to cast judgement upon me? How fitting that you should attempt to lecture me from your mount of grandeur. I did not build this place for your comfort. I did not shape it for the approval of men. " The lines on his face are deeper, the narrowed steel gaze turned to a withered storm but not yet one passed. His body is haunted. He builds his own coffins.

⠀ ⠀His silver hair caught the dimming light, and for a moment, he looked almost spectral. Does his empire stand unscathed? What monument to the dream remains untarnished? The magnetic forces crackled on the skin, charged the waters to steam, rung in every particle of air. The elements conspired to remind him of the name.

⠀ ⠀-- @doomologys ||