Okay, Flash Back. This is taking place some time before the dance. So
sorry about the interruption, but you need to know this to get what is
about to happen.
Special Orders
The small troll like man cringed before his master, "You asked to see me, sire?"
"Yes Mastermind. How long will Daredevil remain under your influence from this distance?"
"I can keep him in check as long as I am conscious. What did you wish to speak with me about?"
The tall, dark mutant in red turned to the cowering troll, "My source inside my brotherhood tells me that Daredevil is growing quite close to Scarlet Witch. Is this true, do you not have complete control over him?"
Jason knew he was in trouble. "My lord, it is not possible for me to control all aspects of his personality. His mind, being so strong, requires my constant supervision as it is. Besides the presence of your dau . . ." he was about to name Wanda as Magneto's daughter, but after the raged look he was given he thought otherwise, "Er . . . The Scarlet Witch helps keep him happy there. It makes things easier. I assure you, his feelings for her a pure and deep. He genuinely loves her."
Magneto rounded on Jason quickly, "You think I care if he loves her or not?! She has tried more than once to destroy me, if it comes down to a choice between me and her, who do you think he will pick?" Jason knew better than to answer. "This situation needs to be rectified. There is a dance coming up, isn't there?"
"Yes lord, A costume ball at the children's school."
"Perfect. A costume ball. This is the place to make our ultimate stand. Call my Acolytes; once they arrive I will give you all your orders. And get Quicksilver here too, he will have a large part to play in this indeed."
With that the troll-like mutant went into a trance, and Magneto seated himself on his throne of cobalt. His eyes stared blankly out into space as he recalled the past. He recalled his father and mother torn from him in that hell called a camp. He remembered meeting Charles, oh, how excited he had been. He remembered the birth of his children. He was still shocked at how unmoving it all was. he remembered scattering his seed to the wind; Wanda to the mental hospital, and Pietro to the foster home. He knew that all his plans had been laid, and with his recent acquisition of the demon, he felt all his plans were unstoppable.
Special Orders
The small troll like man cringed before his master, "You asked to see me, sire?"
"Yes Mastermind. How long will Daredevil remain under your influence from this distance?"
"I can keep him in check as long as I am conscious. What did you wish to speak with me about?"
The tall, dark mutant in red turned to the cowering troll, "My source inside my brotherhood tells me that Daredevil is growing quite close to Scarlet Witch. Is this true, do you not have complete control over him?"
Jason knew he was in trouble. "My lord, it is not possible for me to control all aspects of his personality. His mind, being so strong, requires my constant supervision as it is. Besides the presence of your dau . . ." he was about to name Wanda as Magneto's daughter, but after the raged look he was given he thought otherwise, "Er . . . The Scarlet Witch helps keep him happy there. It makes things easier. I assure you, his feelings for her a pure and deep. He genuinely loves her."
Magneto rounded on Jason quickly, "You think I care if he loves her or not?! She has tried more than once to destroy me, if it comes down to a choice between me and her, who do you think he will pick?" Jason knew better than to answer. "This situation needs to be rectified. There is a dance coming up, isn't there?"
"Yes lord, A costume ball at the children's school."
"Perfect. A costume ball. This is the place to make our ultimate stand. Call my Acolytes; once they arrive I will give you all your orders. And get Quicksilver here too, he will have a large part to play in this indeed."
With that the troll-like mutant went into a trance, and Magneto seated himself on his throne of cobalt. His eyes stared blankly out into space as he recalled the past. He recalled his father and mother torn from him in that hell called a camp. He remembered meeting Charles, oh, how excited he had been. He remembered the birth of his children. He was still shocked at how unmoving it all was. he remembered scattering his seed to the wind; Wanda to the mental hospital, and Pietro to the foster home. He knew that all his plans had been laid, and with his recent acquisition of the demon, he felt all his plans were unstoppable.