[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=aba400]Maxamillian Gray[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1120141739236282439/Copy_of_Copy_of_Dark_Blue_and_Gold_Aesthetic_Tarot_Desktop_Wallpaper_.png[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Sanctum Sanctorum -> Limbo
[b][color=aba400]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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It was the night of Halloween, Max’s birthday. Months prior he had received a gift, an Acheron that was mystically locked behind a complex spellwork puzzle. Inside was a simple letter, an invitation to Dr. Stephen Strange’s Sanctum Sanctorum for a small gathering of the magical community. Max had assumed it to be some form of party for him at best, or an introduction into the magical society that lived amongst the world at worst. The last mystic circle he’d join didn’t exactly pan out, but then again Stephen Strange was nothing like the would-be goddess Selene. 

Max had brought along Ben with him, as well as their newly acquired son Dorian. It was nice to show them one of the locations he’d been staying at for so long, to show his family not only where he was training, but who he was training with. With the amount of times he’d mentioned Strange to his family, they’d practically know all about him, or at the very least all the pieces Stephen was willing to share with Max. He’d swore that all the drinks were enchanted so that none he touched would have an ounce of alcohol, after all it was only his twentieth birthday party, he still had another full year before he would be allowed to legally drink. As Strange excused himself stating only that he would return soon, Max took that time to check in with Ben and Dorian, to see how they were doing. His son was practically asleep in Ben’s arms, and Ben looked just as tired. He figured they’d only held up as long as they had due to the time difference between New Orleans and New York, but it was clear that it was time for them to go.

[color=aba400]”I’m going to go ahead and make my rounds saying goodbye to the community. That, and I should probably wait for Strange to come back before I leave. Lucky for you I can take you guys home no problem thanks to all I’ve been learning here.”[/color] Max had opened up a portal, a rift between his two worlds of home and study, watching as Ben stepped through into their son's room to be put to bed. He could see Ben was about to make some remark but before he could make out the words a blinding light washed over him. Max closed his eyes instinctively before a new weight was pressed against his shoulders, feeling a familiar fabric wrap around him as he felt the necklace appear around his neck. The light faded and the last thing Max saw was the look of horror on Ben’s face across the portal as a new one opened up beneath him and Max fell. The last act he could do was close his own portal to keep his family safe from harm before he was surrounded by nothing but void.

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There was nothing graceful about the way Max landed. Having fully forgotten he had a spell for just such an occasion, one he’d acquired after being tossed outside a building…the irony. He felt the air escape his lungs, the only other sound was his gasp for air as he struggled to right himself just to sit down. There was still some daze from the light before, and as Max’s eyes tried to adjust to his new surroundings, he felt the air in his lungs change. He didn’t know how, but the air had a familiar taste, one he’d been accompanied by for many years now. It felt almost impossible to describe, but in the world of magic anything was possible. Max sat there for a moment before finally standing up, taking it all in, and noticing he wasn’t on earth anymore. The skies were crimson red as winged creatures circled above him. He heard the ground crunch beneath his feet as he adjusted his weight, seeing the mountainous landscape in which he landed. His hand slowly went up towards the Eye of Agamotto, feeling the necklace he’d coveted for so long now. Why did Strange send it to him? Why send his cloak?

He felt a slight nudge against his leg as he noticed a note sticking out of a pocket in the inner lining of the cloak. As he began to read it, his eyes burned hot with fury and disbelief. Tears dripped down on the page as the taste of the air became his companion once more. [i]I can fix this[/i]. They had a circuit, a way to bring back those who had fallen, and who else was more deserving than the Sorcerer Supreme that kept the cosmic scales in balance? This must’ve been why he chose Max because he knew he could pull it off. But then…[color=aba400]”Why’d you drag me all the way out here…wherever [i]here[/i] even is.”[/color] His voice was hoarse as he continued to choke back the need to ugly cry at his master's death. It had been a lifetime ago that Strange had asked him which master he served, and now he could finally give an answer to that question. [color=aba400]”Tch. Look at me, now I'm talking to myself as if Stephen was even here to answer me. Heh…he’d give me such a stern look if he heard me call him that…”[/color]