En Sabah Nur (Earth-616)/Quotes

Mutant must fight mutant, if the weak are to be winnowed from the strong! And when only the strong are left, Apocalypse will make his move! Pray, all of you, that you are among the strong!

Peace does nothing to test -- to INCREASE -- mutants' strength. To force them to evolve into the strong.

They are less than worms, those humans. I have judged them and found them wanting.

Your future, Caliban, holds power of a different kind. Come...your own transformation is about to begin.

Not only do I refuse to join you, Loki, I will oppose you when and wherever I can. From henceforth, I am your enemy...as you are the enemy of humankind.

After too long a sleep -- deep within my stronghold, once more regenerating, healing -- APOCALYPSE LIVES!

Now I claim my destiny!

I'll remake this world in my image -- just as I'll remake you! As you sought to make me bow to you -- you shall be my slave -- for all the days of your life!

Welcome to my world, my chosen twelve. Your places in my new order are assured, I promise you the Age of Apocalypse!

The time is almost upon us. My centuries of manipulating... of preparing... are reaching their resolution. With the dawning of the new day, the end times will be upon us... my ascension complete. And you, the twelve -- prophesied saviors of mutantkind... your power will bestow upon me the means to achieve my destiny. First, I will remake this pathetic orb in my image, and then the stars!

Linked to the powers of time and space, wielded by Bishop and Rasputin, respectively. The power of pure thought that is Xavier. As above so below. As without, so within. And as you die, one by one... I shall rise as the sun, at the heart of this new universe. All your power will flow into me --through me --through the new Ra, ultimately, the be-all and end-all to come! And you, young Nate --and the unequaled unlimited forces at your command-- play the most crucial role of all in my final design...!

Who?! Who dares disturb my slumber?! Who dares disturb -- APOCALYPSE?!

I have come to offer you a deal. I will keep my Pestilence at bay, I will even destroy the plague that my Horseman carries... if you yourselves cull ninety percent of your human stock.

Go, my Light Riders. Illuminate darkness. Spread the word of the X-Tracts.

I am honored that the exalted X-Men would come to our first gathering. My sincere apologies that a few passionate individuals took it too far. I want you to know... I love you... I love all of you.

Hnh. The end is coming... whatever your reasons for joining me, help me save this world. Help me save other worlds from me.

Swordbearers. Most of you are mutant. You have tasted the sweetness of immortality--an evolution of our people. Now, we step into the Otherworld, where all realities are one, and your defeat will mean the death of Krakoa, the death of this Earth and the death of you, as you are now, never to return. So when you draw your sword, you must not fight like a human, who stands to lose a few years of toil--but like a mutant, who stands to lose forever in paradise. For if you do not... you will not be the first immortals I have watched die.

Find the most fearsome challenger in all of creation and make her your wife. Lie down at night beside your greatest threat. Make love to your fate.

We know what comes next... it is a duel fated millennia ago.

I thought about this every night for thousands of years. A million nights. No matter what battle I had won that day, what greater mystery I had unlocked. No matter how many supple bodies lay beside me in my bed at night. I am always thinking about how this ends.

Just one thing. That I will see them again.

If the strong survive'...then the measure of strength is survival. But understand: survival has no moral component. Heroes die. Brave hearts break. Paradise is lost. The is denial by small souls or betrayed by despots. The alchemist's gold is pulled from heaven...to make currency. Consider a rock battered by the ocean for a million years. It is worn-- but whole. Is the rock noble? Can a rock be moral? A rock is there. As I was there. And this is the revelation as it was revealed to me. It is not enough only to be there. It is not enough only to be strong.

Ororo is the magic.

We have finally become what I intended us to be...and I could not be more proud. Someday--when the stars aligned--I will join Genesis in exile. And leave a mended land behind me...

For millennia, I sought the path laid out before us on Krakoa. The promise of something more than fighting our lessers for the right to exist. My people — our people — feasted on a bounty of possibility while the island thrived. For a brief moment, it seemed that a new age had dawned. And then it was taken from us. We are in lean times again — a famine of hope and potential. But one of you will lead the mutants of Earth to prosperity once more. You work together out of habit, but do not mistake the trial I’ve presented to you. Only one of you will be my heir.

If the strong survive...then the measure of strength is survival. But understand: survival has no moral component. Heroes die. Brave hearts break. Paradise lost. The numinous is denied by small souls or betrayed by despots. The alchemist's gold is pulled from heaven...to make currency. Consider a rock battered by the ocean for a million years. It is worn--but whole. Is a rock noble? Can a rock be moral? A rock is there. As I was there. And this is the revelation as it was revealed to me. It is not enough only to be there. It is not enough to be only strong.

We reject isolation. We breathe as one. We inhale deeply of Unveil.

One hundred of our greatest champions took the war to the enemy... One hundred champions and their champion--the White Sword.

The Monolith is at the core of it all, as the primal Earth which is the foundation for all that is to be mine. Magneto and Polaris are opposing magnetic poles, serving to control the flow of the energies at play here... Energies under constant pressure from the forces of nature itself. The elemental extremes of Iceman, Storm and Sunfire... stimulated by the unrestrained energies of man and the heavens, free of any grounding or gravity. Father, mother, and son -- Cyclops, Phoenix, and Cable -- far, far stronger as a whole than a sum of their parts... linked to the powers of time and space, wielded by Bishop and Rasputin, respectively. The power of pure thought that is Xavier. As above so below. As without, so within. And as you die, one by one... I shall rise as the sun, at the heart of this new universe. All your power will flow into me -- through me -- through the new Ra, ultimately, the be-all and end-all to come!.. And you, young Nate -- and the unequaled unlimited forces at your command-- play the most crucial role of all in my final design...!

I have built the External Gate. Constructed it on the bones of immortal mutants... Just as planned. Just as required.

I want our coven to be empowered with knowledge. Some of these are notes I have kept hidden for centuries--thank you, Exodus, for those.

A truly magnificent gift, Isca. It comes apart and locks together seamlessly-- and yet the balance is exquisite...

The hour of your glory is at hand, my Horsemen. Mount your beasts!