"I don't use magic, John." No, what he used was his powers. Magics required spellwork, words. What he felt inside of him was far different than that. He rolled his eyes slightly before he sat down. "Yeah, everything works here. Just imagine use taking a trip to Yellowstone Park or something."
If it was obvious before, Nero could read the Mage's mind, at the least his first thoughts, maybe not anything else, but the base thoughts. "She told you about Chicago, right? Or... At least her side of the story. She probably made it seem like I was going after her."
He stared up at Jupiter, watching the massive Gas Planet swirl and twirl in its chaos. "I created to be a weapon, John. A clone of a man who turned himself into a God. And for a few years, I was. I didn't want to be that way anymore... Thus, Chicago. They made me lose control, I turned the Windy City into a crater over the span of ten minutes." It was obvious he wasn't proud of that fact. "I could do the same to this planet, if I wanted to. But, I don't."