"I know your doubts, but I have no ill will towards you," Azazel said smoothly, his tail flicking behind him.
In truth, if the Red Devil had a choice, he would prefer not to associate with Erik Lehnsherr.
He understood that Erik's current behavior was immature and his foundation weak, foretelling potential disasters in the future.
However, this was a direct order from Ernst, and he had no choice but to comply.
As per Ernst's instructions, in addition to protecting this new Brotherhood as much as possible, Azazel had another, secret task: to protect Mystique.
Ernst knew she was the genetic key to the future Sentinel robots.
Even though Ernst had created the Mutant Armor, rendering himself invulnerable to Sentinels, he still aimed to prevent their creation entirely to spare the rest of the mutant race.
Keeping Mystique safe and away from human scientists was paramount.
"Since you claim you have no malicious intentions," Emma Frost said, taking a step back, "then drop your mental shields. Let me check your thoughts. If I am convinced you are innocent, I will offer an apology. Otherwise, I cannot trust you."
Her fear of Ernst was heavily influencing her suspicion of the Red Devil, making her highly vigilant.
This condition set by the White Queen was coercive, and Azazel naturally wouldn't agree to it.
He harbored many secrets that couldn't be revealed. More importantly, Ernst had placed a psychic fail-safe in his mind.
If the White Queen were to somehow bypass the mirror labyrinth and read his true thoughts, the psychic backlash would lead to dire consequences for her.
"It's impossible," Azazel replied flatly.
"Everyone has secrets they don't want others to know, Emma, and I'm no exception. However, I can prove my innocence in other ways."
"What way?" Erik inquired, crossing his arms.
"I can take you to a place where Shaw left things behind. Specifically, the legacy he left for the next generation of mutant leaders. Now that you have taken his mantle, Erik, it is justifiable for me to give it to you."
"The legacy left by Shaw?" Emma scoffed, her eyes narrowing.
"Why don't I know about it? Are you lying to us, attempting to lead us into a trap? You must understand, before you arrived, I was with Shaw the longest. You spent most of your time with Ernst. What makes Shaw trust you so much to tell you about an inheritance and not tell me?"
Emma was unsure if the inheritance was real. If it was fake, it was a trap.
If it was genuine, it indicated her position in Shaw's inner circle wasn't as favored as the teleporter's, leaving her feeling deeply unbalanced.
"He didn't tell you because he needed to keep it as secret as possible," Azazel explained patiently.
"He chose me to know the location because I am the best at escaping. My spatial ability is second to none. If I truly encountered danger, I had the greatest hope of surviving to ensure the inheritance was handed over smoothly."
The group exchanged glances, harboring heavy skepticism about the authenticity of this supposed legacy.
The decision-making process proved challenging.
After thoughtful consideration, Azazel sighed and made a concession.
"Well, I can allow you to impose a physical ban on me. Then, I'll teleport you to the location. If anything looks like a trap, you have the authority to end my life instantly."
Erik pondered for a moment, nodded, and proceeded to manipulate a heavy metal ring around Azazel's neck.
The iron contracted, fitting snugly against the red skin.
"Although I wish to trust you," Erik explained coldly, "for the safety of everyone, preparations must be made. I've incorporated a magnetic mechanism into this collar. If you try to teleport away without us, or if you stray too far from my magnetic field, twenty iron thorns will emerge inward and sever your spinal cord."
Azazel displayed utter indifference toward the metal ring.
His spatial abilities had reached a level of subtle, cellular manipulation; if he truly wanted to, he could briefly blur his physical form and let the collar drop through his neck effortlessly.
But to maintain the ruse, he nodded.
Having made concessions, Azazel extended his hands.
The other members hesitated no longer, forming a circle and linking arms. Azazel exerted his abilities.
BAMF.
The abandoned warehouse blinked out of existence.
Erik and the others found themselves standing on a rocky mountainside. Sparse weeds dotted the area, creating a desolate scene.
The distant sound of crashing waves and the heavy smell of salt water confirmed their location: an isolated island.
"Follow me," Azazel said, turning toward a rock face.
He led them to a cave entrance previously hidden by the terrain. Erik and the others followed swiftly.
The cave proved shallow, taking only a few minutes to traverse. Azazel, under everyone's skeptical gaze, reached a dead-end corner and gestured to a pile of heavy gravel.
"Wait! We'll handle this," Emma intervened hurriedly, her doubt still lingering.
Azazel shrugged, stepping aside. Since someone took the initiative, he had no objections to taking a momentary break.
As the leader, Erik kept a watchful eye on Azazel. Riptide, demonstrating his utility, took charge of the physical task.
He conjured a highly localized, miniature cyclone that swiftly swept the heavy gravel away, revealing a smooth, square slate set into the cavern floor.
Riptide carefully pushed the slate aside, unveiling a heavy iron ring.
"Pull the ring," Azazel instructed.
"It's a mechanical lever to open the passage."
Emma, carrying a subtle air of skepticism, remarked, "It seems too simple. Why was Shaw not afraid of someone discovering this?"
"Don't worry," Azazel replied.
"As you may have noticed, this island is surrounded by countless jagged reefs. It is isolated and desolate. Besides my spatial ability, reaching here is only possible by a specialized aircraft. Furthermore, the magnetic field in this specific sea area is unique; it scrambles all radar and radio signals. Your concerns are unnecessary. Let's not waste time."
With a strong pull, Riptide lifted the iron ring.
The sound of heavy gears grinding echoed through the cave, revealing a hidden trapdoor beneath it.
As the trapdoor creaked open, a pristine steel staircase leading downward was revealed. Cold, filtered air drifted up.
"Shall we go in?" Erik asked, his magnetic abilities humming, ready for any unexpected traps.
Azazel nodded. "This is the place where Shaw left something for the future. It's not just wealth; there is information and plans for the survival of mutants."
Erik took the lead, descending the staircase, followed closely by Emma, Mystique, Angel, Riptide, and Azazel.
The underground chamber was dimly lit at first, but motion sensors detected their arrival.
Rows of fluorescent lights flickered on, revealing a massive, subterranean room filled with advanced technological equipment, humming server racks, and dormant holographic displays.
"This is unexpected. It's like a hidden military bunker," Emma commented, looking around with a mix of surprise and genuine curiosity.
"Shaw always thought ahead," Azazel explained smoothly.
"He wanted to provide a foundation for the future leaders of our kind. This place serves as a nexus of intelligence, technology, and strategic planning."
Erik approached a sleek central console and powered it on.
Information about global mutant-related events, potential government threats, and technological advancements scrolled across the display.
Emma examined another section that contained massive data banks on genetic research and mutant abilities.
"This is extensive. He mapped out human defense capabilities for the next two decades. Shaw was truly forward-thinking."
As they explored further, they found rooms dedicated to combat training simulations, containing advanced technology designed to push mutant abilities to their limits.
Finally, Azazel led them to a heavy, vault-like room at the back of the facility.
He stepped forward and, using his spatial abilities, seamlessly unlocked the complex internal tumbling mechanism.
The heavy steel doors swung open. Inside, they found an armory.
Racks of advanced tactical suits, specialized gadgets, and experimental devices designed to amplify or focus mutant powers lined the walls.
Erik looked at the array of equipment with a profound sense of approval.
"Shaw was indeed preparing for a long war. This will be invaluable for the Brotherhood."
Emma, while still somewhat resentful that she had been kept in the dark, couldn't deny the immense practicality of the resources before her.
Mystique, Angel, and Riptide were equally intrigued by the possibilities these tools offered.
Azazel observed their reactions silently.
It was clear that, despite their initial hostility, the legacy left by Shaw had managed to captivate their attention and definitively secure a place for him within their ranks.
"These suits are not ordinary," Azazel noted, gesturing to the sleek black uniforms.
"They are woven with advanced kinetic-absorption mesh. Each one can be tailored to suit different powers. Try them on later; you'll see the difference in your survivability."
He then pointed to a large, cylindrical device in the corner.
"This is a prototype ambient energy converter. It can absorb localized energy, like a power grid or an explosion, and convert it into a usable power source for a base of operations. Shaw believed that surviving off the grid would be crucial in the battles ahead."
Erik, Emma, and the others began to truly appreciate the terrifying scope of Shaw's preparations.
It wasn't just about hiding; it was about empowering mutants to actively face the challenges of human governments.
"Shaw left all this for the next generation," Azazel said solemnly.
"He had faith in your abilities, Erik, to lead and protect our kind. Now it's up to you to carry on his legacy."
Erik, deeply moved, harbored a swirling storm of emotions.
He held an unforgettable hatred for the man who murdered his mother, yet an inexplicable awe for the sheer, terrifying brilliance of his vision.
Suppressing his emotions, Erik scanned the vault one last time.
His eyes locked onto a small, heavy iron door in the very back of the room.
Engraved on the steel plate was a name: Max Eisenhardt.
Erik froze. It was a name he was on the verge of forgetting, his birth name, discarded since his mother's death.
Puzzled by Shaw's choice to inscribe this specific name, Erik's heart began to pound.
He stepped forward and decisively pushed the heavy iron door open.
He entered a confined, freezing thirty-square-meter space.
The air was thick with mist from liquid nitrogen.
In the center of the room sat a high-tech, transparent cryogenic stasis pod.
Erik stepped closer, wiping the frost from the glass.
He stopped breathing. Inside, perfectly preserved and seemingly asleep, was his mother.
Instantly, tears welled up in Erik's eyes as childhood memories flooded back.
His father's early demise, his mother toiling relentlessly to keep them alive, and their horrific internment in the Nazi concentration camp.
The agonizing, defining moment of his life, when he failed to move the coin, leading to Shaw pulling the trigger, replayed in his mind.
Fueled by a sudden, blinding anger, Erik questioned what sick game Shaw was playing with his mother's corpse.
However, his eyes caught an envelope resting on a console nearby, addressed simply to Erik. With trembling hands, he opened it and read the contents.
Little Erik,
If you are reading this, you have grown into a man, and you have taken my place. You are finally qualified.
I regret the pain you suffered in the concentration camp. But what you witnessed that day was a necessary test to unlock your potential. I shot her with a specialized paralytic round. I froze your mother; she did not die.Initiate the thawing sequence on the console. She will wake up.As my successor, lead our people. Fulfill the legacy. Do not disappoint me.
- Sebastian Shaw
The letter slipped from Erik's trembling fingers, fluttering to the icy floor.
He gazed at his frozen mother, grappling with indescribable, overwhelming emotions.
The resentment that had fueled him for decades... it had all been built on a lie. A brutal, necessary trial.
His mother had survived.
Now, faced with the absolute magnitude of what Shaw had done, building him into a god, leaving him an empire, and saving the only person he loved, Erik questioned how to reconcile his feelings.
He had murdered the man.
An epiphany struck him like lightning. His life's biggest regret was mended.
To compensate Shaw for the ultimate sacrifice he had forced upon him, Erik resolved to complete the unfinished business.
He would benefit mutants, and tirelessly work for their rise to supremacy, even at the cost of his own life.
Unyielding, Erik wiped the tears from his face.
His eyes reflected a newfound, terrifying determination and a profound sense of absolute purpose.
He was Magneto. And he was ready for war.
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