A few meters above the wrecked ground of Havelstadt, where utter destruction just took place as blood and broken bodies laid on the floor, the air thrummed with residual magnetic energy, warping the skyline in subtle flickers to those who could see the electromagnetic spectrum. Beneath them, chaos reigned smoke curling into the skies, screams of people trying to escape from the site was swallowed by the thunder of collapsing steel as a building with its metal support finally collapsed. Fires painted the streets in gold and blood.
Floating mid-air, arms at his side like a dark messiah in red with a flowing red cape, Magneto stared at Gojo Satoru, who hovered opposite him cloaked in calm light.
Magneto scoffed, the faintest curl of disdain pulling at the edge of his lips.
"Enough you say?" His voice was low but resonated like distant thunder.
"No, It's never enough, boy."
He extended an arm toward the carnage below, fingers slowly curling into a fist.
"This humans, they will never stop until we're on our knees… until our children are hunted for their genes, dissected in labs, or hung in chains like beasts in cages and placed in camps." His eyes burned with cold fury, age-old and undying.
"Family. Fathers. Mothers. Sons. Children…" he said, voice dipping into something almost mournful.
"They do not care. As long as you're different, as long as your blood sings of evolution they will hate you for it."
Metallic debris hovered around them, twitching with rising tension.
"They fight over everything, Gojo was it?. Look upon them… territories, color, language, religion. They slaughter their own in the name of their gods and flags. Do you think they will treat us better, when they know we are something more?"
He looked Gojo dead in the eyes now, the echo of decades ringing through his next words
"Humanity has always feared that which it cannot control… and they cannot control us."
"Is it madness to believe we deserve the world that they have squandered?"
"I am not the villain of this story. I am its inevitability."
For a moment, silence stood between them like a sword. Then Gojo spoke, voice steady and disturbingly calm.
"And fear, Magneto…"
He floated closer, his voice like silk against steel.
"Tell me, how many sons, fathers, mothers and daughters have you killed here today?"
The weight of the words hung in the air. For a split second, Magneto didn't respond—but the metal around them vibrated, reacting to his growing agitation.
His voice returned, bitter and sharp.
"Are you here to defend them, boy?"
Steel rebar and crushed vehicles began to rise from the ground slowly behind him, the air pulsing with magnetism.
Gojo raised a hand passively, head tilting with amusement.
"Oh no, not at all. Killing the ones who caused this?"
He glanced at the bodies of armed humans strewn across the ruins below.
"I understand that. Actions have consequences."
His tone hardened.
"But going on a rampage and killing bystanders? People who couldn't even fight back?" He shrugged.
"That's something else entirely."
Then he pointed down, voice echoing with purpose.
"Fear, Magneto. It's a delicate powerful weapon. But today, you're putting it in the wrong hands. You're sharpening it and handing it to the very people who want to see meta-humans exterminated."
Gojo floated toward him slightly, the atmosphere trembling as the clash of ideologies intensified.
"This? This little show of force? It'll ripple across the world. You think it ends here?"
He jabbed a finger toward the city.
"Tomorrow, they'll lock every mutant child in a cage. They'll attempt to burn down meta-human schools or safe havens they can find all over the world because of fear, start raids because of fear, enforce military curfews because of fear, round people up because you just reminded them why they should be afraid. You didn't raise our people today you painted a target on all their backs."
Onboard the Helicarrier, Nick Fury leaned forward in his seat, listening.
Back at the Xavier Institute, Professor X stared at the broadcast in quiet disbelief, hands trembling on the armrests of his wheelchair.
Gojo's voice rang out again
"All you're doing, magneto… is feeding the fire. You'll justify every act of violence they'll commit in retaliation. They'll pass laws with your name on them. You'll become their excuse—their warning."
Magneto stared at him with slow, simmering rage. But beneath it was something else. Doubt? No—resentment.
"I see…" he said at last. "You've met Charles."
Gojo tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You think I'm saying this because of the Professor?"
He chuckled, low and dismissive.
"Please."
Magneto's voice dropped into contempt.
"Then why else would you defend a race that would see you chained and gutted the moment your back is turned? That sees your power and dreams only of how to use it—or destroy it?"
He moved forward in the air, hands at his sides.
"Why try to see the good in a species that has made its hatred of us so clear?"
Gojo's eyes narrowed.
"Don't get me wrong, Magneto,"he said coolly.
"I'm a firm believer in cause and effect. You hit me, I hit back harder. An eye for an eye. Blood for blood."
His tone darkened.
"The humans who pulled the trigger on those civilians today—hell, they should've expected this. They wrote their names on their own graves."
He turned slowly, looking down at the city once more.
"But it's the collateral, Magneto. It's the innocents. That's what separates justice from vengeance. That's the line that defines monsters from martyrs."
Silence followed again, thick and fragile.
Gojo looked back.
"All you're going to accomplish here today… is making life hell for meta-humans across the globe."
He held out a hand as if to say look
"You think this is justice. But it's fuel, Magneto. For every senator, every weapons manufacturer, every terrified parent who now sees every mutant child as a walking bomb."
Behind him, the skyline burned, and the city wailed beneath their feet.
"You're not starting a revolution."
He looked Magneto in the eye.
"You're just proving their worst fears right."
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