The light that emanated from the bulb was too high up to cast anything more than a soft glow on the floor of the theatre. The only piece of furniture in the room was a surgery table, and like everything else in the room it was metal.

Molded by Magneto himself.

It was the least he could do considering that upon the table lay the body of his second-in-command. The Immortal Warrior.

The Wolverine.

He looked down at the corpse, the head severed from the body in one blow, feeling a surprising lack of emotion for the man who had been instrumental to his successful coup d'etat against the human race, who had helped him become leader of all mutants, willing or not, in all but name. The Wolverine had done all this and yet Magneto sensed nothing.

Not a whit of feeling.

Unlike his daughter.

Wanda Maximoff had somehow managed to sob her way through two boxes of tissues since finding the body and looked well on her way to her third one. He fought the repulsion that coursed through him at such an ugly display, beside her Morph looked just as bereft, clinging to the table where his leader lay…looking for the entire world like a devastated friend.

Like they hadn't both betrayed the man a dozen times over.

"What can be done about the body?"
Magneto glanced sideways as a mutant came forward, a rather pretty Native American, Egret, he believed she was called.

"Can he be put back together…for decencies sake?"

Frowning slightly, he slowly circled the table, observing the bloodied body from all angles, really all he'd have to do would be to control the particles in the adamantium, heating and cooling it again, melting it back together to connect it. It was possible but he just didn't see the point.

Now possibly wasn't the time to mention that however, the subtle clearing of a throat alerted him to his son's presence, he raised his head and saw Pietro glance quickly to the corner of the room and away again. He followed his gaze and saw several of the Wolverine's soldiers standing there looking lost without their leader, they would need to be brought back into the circle of Pietro and Magneto's people.
To prevent weakening in the Brotherhood ranks.

To prevent his final solution from not running smoothly.

So he took a deep breath and summoned his power, delving deep into the amazing metal and delighting in the near sensual taste it left in his mouth. The sheer heat he created in the substance left him dizzy with exultation and melted the skin of the corpse. He cooled it quickly to prevent the adamantium from shifting from its previous shape…

But he had still ruined the neck and a large part of the shoulders of the Wolverine, the flesh had liquefied and slowly slid down the table, driving several the room in distress or disgust at the stench.

Well he had put the body back together.

Mentally shrugging he stepped away from the corpse and reaching out he caught the edge of his son's cloak, gently leading him to a secluded niche, they bent their heads together and Magneto delighted in the familiarity between himself and his son that they could understand each other without words.

But he spoke them anyway.

"Prepare the troops for a final battle against the X-Men"

Pietro's eyes, the same color as his own lit up with excitement, and he turned his head to contemplate the situation before them. Filled with pride, Magneto slung his arm about his shoulders and followed his gaze…

While unnoticed on the table, so miniscule that even the most visually gifted mutants weren't able to pick it up…

The Wolverine's flesh cooled and began to knit back together.