Lost Angel

[cronus]

Cronus didn't like L.A. It wasn't the heat, the blistering sun or even the staggering number of people that lived in the city. It was the self importance that the Homo sapiens in this city placed on themselves. It seemed like everyone in this city seemed to think that they were better then everyone else around them, when truth be told they were all worthless.

There was one reason and one reason only while Cronus was in the city, disguised as a tall, lean blond man with tanned skin and green eyes. Angel had a son. The mutant that Apocalypse had turned into Arch Angel, then later transformed into the horseman Death, had a son and if the rumors were to be believed he was even more powerful then Angel ever was.

Most people wouldn't have been able to connect Warren Worthington IV with the villain known as Dreadwing, but then again, most people didn't have access to the kind of information that Cronus had. Cronus had been running scans on all the know name's and aliases of all the former members of the X-men, trying to find out if they were still alive, if they had children, where they were, those sorts of things. As of yet he was having very little success getting any conclusive results. The he found out about Dreadwing. Cronus could still scarcely believe his good fortune.

Cronus smiled as he roamed the streets of L.A., his eyes always on the sky. He knew where Warren Worthington was staying of course, finding such trivial information was easy for a man of his genius, the Sky Rise hotel, famous for it's stunning view of the cities skyline. It made sense he supposed, Dreadwing would want someplace with easy access to the open air.

As Cronus made his way to the expensive hotel he laughed. If things went as he planned he might soon have the first of his children. By all accounts Dreadwing was already powerful, but with Cronus' help, he could become a god.

[Dreadwing]

He landed softly against the stone railing of the balcony, folding his wing behind him before hoping down to the floor. Tilting his head to the side, he cracked his neck, and let out a menacing smile. Strolling into his suite, he removed his helm, and tossed it to the side before running his blood soaked hands through his messy hair.

He knew it would be awhile before the police found the bodies he had just left downtown apartment complex. Eventually the smell of the disfigured and mutilated bodies would alert those in the building. Then word would get out that ‘The Angel of Death’ had struck again, this time killing the Mayor of Los Angeles’ son and his prostitute mistress.

Then came the knock at the door. Glaring, he reached out with his telepathy to gage who was behind the door. What he sensed was certainly a great surprise, but one that greatly intrigued him. Waving his hand, he opened the door to his suite, and motioned for the man to enter.

Folding his arms across his chest, he eyed the man from across the room in his bloodstained costume. Once he had entered the room, he waved the door shut behind the man, and raised a brow.

“Now isn’t this quite a surprise,”[/b][/I] he said with a grin.

[cronus]

Cronus wasn't surprised that Dreadwing had sensed his arrival, after all he had made no attempts to hide his approach, and he had wanted to gauge the other man's powers. Cronus ws not disappointed. He smiled as the winged man closed the door with a thought and spoke to him. He was confident, perhaps even arrogant, but that was more then acceptable. Dreadwing knew he was superior then the average person around him and acted like it, as he should.

Cronus had felt the mental touch of Dreagwing's mind and had purposely offered no resistance to hide who he was or why he was here. Once the door was closed he decided that it was time to show his true self. Cronus shifted his form to that of his true self, a tall muscular man standing 6'5" with broad shoulders and clad in his fathers armor, with only one difference, a "C" on the belt buckle where his father would have had an "A". His long blond hair fell over his shoulders and cascades down his back just below his shoulders, his silver eyes glowing with power.

when he spoke it was with a deep, almost booming voice despite his quite tone.
"A surprise perhaps, but I would hope a welcome one. You have already scanned my mind, I felt your presence, so I will not waste time on pleasantries. You no doubt already know the reason that I am here. I wish to offer you the same thing that my father offered yours, power. Power beyond what my father was able to provide. My father and I have made significant advances in genetic manipulation. Right now they call you the Angel of Death, a title your father also once held. I can make you more then that. I can make you a god."

[Dreadwing]

So there he was. The son of the great Apocalypse. Looking him over, Warren found himself not really all that impressed, after all. He wasn’t his father. What did impress him though was how straight forward this man was. Instead of playing games like his father was known for, this man was more upfront. He could appreciate that.

“Look here, son of Apocalypse. I’m not as weak as what my father was,”[/b][/I] he said in a bitter tone. “I am already a god among men. What can you offer me hmm? And what makes you think I would want more? You come here to offer me a gift, but yet you know nothing of the one you make the offer to. Not very smart there Junior. Perhaps you should have done more research.”[/b][/I]

While Warren wasn’t about to admit, part of the offer did intrigue him. Warren wasn’t really the type who craved power, but there was something about the whole scenario that had intrigued him. It was probably why Warren hadn’t refused the offer outright.

[cronus]

Cronus smiled as Dreadwing shot down his offer of power. The truly strong never accepted an offer like the one Cronus proposed at first, suspicious of a trap, it showed that Dreadwing had common sense. The winged menace was confident, arrogant, and rightfully so. After all, he was right, compared to the humans walking around them every day it was true, there was not a mortal man alive that could challenge Dreadwing, let alone Cronus. There was a flaw in his logic however; one Cronus was going to make sure to point out.

”You may be a god among men Dreadwing, but you know there are other, more powerful beings on this world then you, and even you cannot stop the ravages of time. You are a powerful mutant, a force to be reckoned with for certain, but compared to me or several other beings on this planet you are little more then a fly. You are mortal, frail, your bones hollow and your obsession with killing those weaker then you will be your downfall. I offer you a stronger, faster body, a flawless mind and the one thing that truly makes one a god and not merely a man, immortality.”

Cronus took a few steps toward Dreadwing, coming to a stop only a few feet in front of the other man and looked into Dreadwings eyes, his own glowing with a fierce dark power.

”I am not my father Dreadwing. I seek neither to control you nor to turn you into one of my father’s ‘Horsemen’. I only want you to become my ally, to join me, to make you more then a mutant, more then a god.” Cronus extended his right hand, his palm open for the other man’s to grasp. ”Come with me Dreadwing, let me make you a Titan.”

[Dreadwing]

He laughed at the man as he walked over to his small bar that was at the far end of the room, ignoring the man’s out stretched hand. He found it rather hilarious that the man thought that he was truly superior than him. The fact of the matter was that no mutant was more powerful than another. Every mutant had something that made them better or gave them an edge over someone else. It was how the mutant kept itself in check in an odd sort of way.

“You know I love how some of you dumbasses think you really are superior. Like seriously? Is your dick really that small that you have to make up for it by acting like you are some God-like figure?”[/b][/I]

He still laughed as he pulled out a bottle of expensive whiskey and poured himself a glass. Drinking the liquid from the glass in one go, he poured himself another glass, and offered one to the ‘Titan.’

“So what is it? First you offer to make me a God and now you are offering to make me a Titan. Can’t make up your mind?”[/b][/I] He asked with a grin.